<?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-8271612</id><updated>2011-12-26T02:45:25.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummi-fy me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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>619</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-3486212665182797682</id><published>2011-12-26T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T02:45:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days</title><content type='html'>to the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where this year has gone. So much has happened, so many emotions - so many highs, so many lows I never knew existed, sometimes I just don't know what to make of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year started off great, everything honestly was going my way. Getting in to Hwach was about one of the happiest moments in my life, topped off when I got into council. Then I got into OCIP Nepal as well (best trip ever). I was enjoying this new experience, enjoying meeting new people, doing things I never really got to in my 10 years in SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then life started catching up to me. Blocks were a big fat wake up call for one. The stress of having to juggle so many things, having too much on your plate, not knowing how to handle it. MAF, promos, PW, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends so much. I miss being able to run to them the moment something goes wrong and they will make me feel okay again, happy. Sure I have friends now too, but these people I have barely known for less than a year, sometimes it just doesn't feel right to burden these people with the problems you think you have. It's not that I don't trust the friends I've made this year, I do, but somehow the relationships formed are different. I really don't know how to describe it, but maybe that's why I am always confusing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.38am right now. Always this period of time where I emo a little. I can't say I absolutely hate this year, though I do think JC is a real bitch. It feels like one of those years that I will look back on and laugh about how I was stupid and way too emotional, and then be thankful for it. Thankful for lessons I have learnt, thankful for hard times that help me sieve out how my friends really are, thankful for unforgettable experiences - there were many good times when I think about it, thankful that it is over and at least I have another year to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012, please don't kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3486212665182797682?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3486212665182797682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3486212665182797682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3486212665182797682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3486212665182797682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/12/6-days.html' title='6 days'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-779759103924310371</id><published>2011-10-09T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:19:19.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering</title><content type='html'>wondering whether i have found my place in school. I spend so much time there and sometimes i feel like i belong and then sometimes that feelings totally disappears and i think of the people around me and whether they really know me or not.&lt;br /&gt;Almost one year has passed and things have really changed since i first stepped into school on the first day. I will always miss having recess gang around and my relatively carefree life. I miss walking down corridors and recognising every single one of your batch mates. Not knowing everyone in school just seems to take away the element of home, because who wants strangers in their home anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i am very grateful for the friends i have made though. i do believe i have made some friends that can last but then again i always think maybe not, and even then that number is tiny. but still, grateful for the people who really care about me and take the time to always ask if i'm okay or just to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is just a random spew of things in my head. if it doesn't make sense to you, it probably isn't making sense to me either. I really don't speak very coherently do i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter i guess since no one reads this anymore. Only me, like 5 years on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-779759103924310371?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/779759103924310371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=779759103924310371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/779759103924310371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/779759103924310371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/10/wondering.html' title='wondering'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-3192919783151125664</id><published>2011-09-02T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:12:04.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once</title><content type='html'>finally hitting me how fast jc is flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;note to self:&lt;/span&gt; grasp &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; single moment that comes at you, because there really is no second chance.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like secondary school where you go through the same thing year after year and you look forward to it year after year. But not here anymore, you go through it once and then you realise OMG you won't ever get to experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ACES day and Teachers' Day was really fun (: I think mass dances are just super fun (though I know plenty of people beg to differ), at least once you get it. Teachers' Day concert was actually really entertaining and it had a pretty high standard (mostly). Proud of TDCo for doing a good job for our first council event :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to SC was a great feeling too (: even though teachers didn't really remember my name... It was so wonderful seeing all these familiar faces, faces i love, all gathered back in the same place (some even wearing the sc uniform again). It really felt like home and I felt so at ease, walking around and being able to recognise everyone. But it is quite sad to hear that some things are changing (like the quality of TD in SC this year is just disappointing /:). But I'll just hold on to the SC that I remember very dearly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UYeZlux0aE/TmDHvOagsXI/AAAAAAAABCg/Pr07paqCFS4/s1600/IMG_0272.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-8UYeZlux0aE/TmDHvOagsXI/AAAAAAAABCg/Pr07paqCFS4/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647733546859671922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EUbnz0TLoE/TmDHu_JLy3I/AAAAAAAABCY/KHPF3LyrLts/s1600/td2011recessgang2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EUbnz0TLoE/TmDHu_JLy3I/AAAAAAAABCY/KHPF3LyrLts/s320/td2011recessgang2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647733542760467314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAF's coming in a week, so excited!! Even more excited rn for tomorrow's ws bc citygate is finally going to be at GLU it is going to be spectacular. The feeling you get when you see everything just come together, it makes everything worth it. All the hours of sketching, the 29839021832813 erasers we used to erase almost everything we sketched on, the frustration when mixing and mixing paint but just never getting back that skdfksajdsla shade you want, painting and repainting... listening to the guys sing toxic every worksession (haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite amazing/scary how time is flying by so fast I'm not even realising it. Where did my term 3 go? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3192919783151125664?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3192919783151125664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3192919783151125664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3192919783151125664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3192919783151125664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/09/once.html' title='once'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UYeZlux0aE/TmDHvOagsXI/AAAAAAAABCg/Pr07paqCFS4/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-4399061126792926487</id><published>2011-06-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:25:38.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i will keep you in my mind,</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J-cDlaC-wW4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4399061126792926487?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4399061126792926487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4399061126792926487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4399061126792926487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4399061126792926487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-i-will-keep-you-in-my-mind.html' title='and i will keep you in my mind,'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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://img.youtube.com/vi/J-cDlaC-wW4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-1272312426657693473</id><published>2011-06-19T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:35:57.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>namaste, nepal</title><content type='html'>got back from Nepal OCIP on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;This is one trip that opened my eyes to a lot of things and got me thinking a lot about my life, education and a lot of those kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun those 11 days which made me regret not getting to know everyone better &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the trip because by the time we got close, the trip was ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never forget how I was the source of entertainment for everyone, constantly tripping and laughing (and then having my laugh mocked which made me laugh more which made people laugh more) and somehow I got deemed weak by everyone on the second day or work so everyone would be like "COME MIRANDA LET ME HELP YOU" or "JIAYOU MIRANDA COME ON" which was strangely amusing/annoying. Will never forget the adorable p3 kids (my little girlies indira, anita, susmita, rita, niru, sanu), the comfortable tents, the soso very caring and creative cooks in the cookhouse who make amazing curries and apple pies, the volleyball, the ping pong, the lepaking, eye powering, the never-ending HTHTs, sharings in the dark- too much to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xpifc-hUKd8/TfzSgBQtLAI/AAAAAAAABCQ/8qeSU9gSI4U/s1600/P1000319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-xpifc-hUKd8/TfzSgBQtLAI/AAAAAAAABCQ/8qeSU9gSI4U/s320/P1000319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619597882587687938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UIlb0Vrotu4/TfzRTpaSyeI/AAAAAAAABB0/WSEXwMaVNRU/s1600/249610_10150204799479499_600459498_7213609_4858070_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-UIlb0Vrotu4/TfzRTpaSyeI/AAAAAAAABB0/WSEXwMaVNRU/s320/249610_10150204799479499_600459498_7213609_4858070_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619596570515392994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EBzBWGkDMSI/TfzRdi198sI/AAAAAAAABCE/FDnjhfTC9sQ/s1600/264710_10150204796034499_600459498_7213565_5788561_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-EBzBWGkDMSI/TfzRdi198sI/AAAAAAAABCE/FDnjhfTC9sQ/s320/264710_10150204796034499_600459498_7213565_5788561_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619596740551111362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see any shooting stars though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I find really worth sharing was our last lesson, which was us trying to teach the kids to dream and to have ambitions. We started off the lesson by telling the kids what we want to be in the future. Problem with that was, when we were discussing that the night before, I realised I don't know what I want to be. People tell me it's okay, you're still young, but then I wonder, where am I headed to now? What am I working/studying so hard for? When I think really hard and try to imagine myself in the future all I think of is myself being happy and living life somewhat carefree, and compared to my working group mates who have such clear goals in mind i feel pale in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of the children that day. We asked them to draw what they want to be in the future. So many of the girls wanted to be singers or dancers but when it came to drawing it out, they didn't know how to picture it in their heads. Some kids, when I asked them what they want to be, they just shyly shook their heads and said "no future". This was pretty heartbreaking for me actually. Here I am, with a wide range of choice of things I could be in the future but I just can't choose, whereas these kids don't have a choice - or at least they believe they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was so meaningful in so many ways, I don't know how to describe it honestly. Even the pictures can't really show. Before the trip I wasn't really looking forward to it because there was no one I was close to, but by the end of the trip I didn't want to leave because of the 24 other people I have grown to love over just 11 short days, 27 if you include the teachers. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCIP NEPAL JUNE 2011&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;▲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48E8mW9MuJs/TfzRWlgJG7I/AAAAAAAABB8/SBXzd9G2Bmw/s1600/252519_10150204843334499_600459498_7213997_7726389_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-48E8mW9MuJs/TfzRWlgJG7I/AAAAAAAABB8/SBXzd9G2Bmw/s320/252519_10150204843334499_600459498_7213997_7726389_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619596621005790130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1272312426657693473?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1272312426657693473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1272312426657693473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1272312426657693473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1272312426657693473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/06/namaste-nepal.html' title='namaste, nepal'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xpifc-hUKd8/TfzSgBQtLAI/AAAAAAAABCQ/8qeSU9gSI4U/s72-c/P1000319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-5168293299808606116</id><published>2011-05-29T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:51:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>∞</title><content type='html'>so we've officially become Councillors since Thursday last week, and then I think and I'm like "what? only last week??"&lt;div&gt;Time in a way seems to be passing really slowly as it's happening but then you realise it's all zooming right past you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch chalet was good fun even though sandcastle building on the last day and the freezing air-conditioning in the chalet left me with a bad back and a flu at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty active weekend - frisbee, captain's ball, pingpong (on drawers and everywhere around it) every free moment we got thanks to the big grassy area behind the chalet. Rolling down the steep grass hill if that's considered a sport haha. Sandcastle building which is really much more tiring than it sounds, especially under the hot sun. A lot of camwhoring too. And since we were doing jumpshots - more exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jroIcHmBrFk/TeEmW37rfhI/AAAAAAAABBY/3Ua8ol_qVLc/s1600/242306_10150162585857924_605162923_6623004_290179_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jroIcHmBrFk/TeEmW37rfhI/AAAAAAAABBY/3Ua8ol_qVLc/s320/242306_10150162585857924_605162923_6623004_290179_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611808785093590546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WelCo is great (: we all have totally different, distinct personality types and I guess we aren't as loud as other committees, or as crazy (ok we are kind of crazy), but there's something there I think i'll grow to love (: This is our official welco photo from now on. It's so epic hahhaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06bRd-veykQ/TeEmWxUumUI/AAAAAAAABBg/6GEoLHywtl0/s1600/247650_10150192739232885_524182884_7033595_7048760_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06bRd-veykQ/TeEmWxUumUI/AAAAAAAABBg/6GEoLHywtl0/s320/247650_10150192739232885_524182884_7033595_7048760_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611808783319603522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhnkvmzM88Y/TeEntIBUTvI/AAAAAAAABBo/9QnvQ66j7tw/s1600/225416_10150187030239724_610269723_6938112_1658201_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhnkvmzM88Y/TeEntIBUTvI/AAAAAAAABBo/9QnvQ66j7tw/s320/225416_10150187030239724_610269723_6938112_1658201_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611810266880954098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my results aren't doing too great. I really need to start mugging more or my council term is gonna end before it really starts /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5168293299808606116?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5168293299808606116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5168293299808606116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5168293299808606116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5168293299808606116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='∞'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/-jroIcHmBrFk/TeEmW37rfhI/AAAAAAAABBY/3Ua8ol_qVLc/s72-c/242306_10150162585857924_605162923_6623004_290179_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-3439668944708650578</id><published>2011-04-30T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:05:23.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>619</title><content type='html'>internal elections have made me &lt;b&gt;stronger&lt;/b&gt; and i am very thankful for this experience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking forward to council term ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;And if you try sometime you find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3439668944708650578?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3439668944708650578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3439668944708650578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3439668944708650578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3439668944708650578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/04/619.html' title='619'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-2078746825540017783</id><published>2011-04-29T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:34:42.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>618</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have to just chill and be myself. These jitters won't do me any good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2078746825540017783?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2078746825540017783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2078746825540017783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2078746825540017783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2078746825540017783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/04/618.html' title='618'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-6664962940252552730</id><published>2011-04-26T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:19:39.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZIRCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhH7eNG80SQ/TbbS6TQtuJI/AAAAAAAABAw/oIkySr1g1i8/s1600/zirca-mega-club.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhH7eNG80SQ/TbbS6TQtuJI/AAAAAAAABAw/oIkySr1g1i8/s320/zirca-mega-club.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599895085726414994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first club i've been to!&lt;br /&gt;Crashed Artemis' fac outing FACEoff with council last saturday after internal elections. It was a lot of standing around watching performances and cheering and shouting and moshing and running for the dinner queue which was SO LONG (which i cut heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ql4xeGQfVg/TbbTwcrk8eI/AAAAAAAABBA/XD-S-YFrX84/s1600/IMG_1202.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-3ql4xeGQfVg/TbbTwcrk8eI/AAAAAAAABBA/XD-S-YFrX84/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599896015967941090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKxLyBK2ZNg/TbbTwo8TB5I/AAAAAAAABBI/cdiQAbUQdy4/s1600/IMG_1214.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-PKxLyBK2ZNg/TbbTwo8TB5I/AAAAAAAABBI/cdiQAbUQdy4/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599896019259295634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sm8Pe9sM-HI/TbbTwG8sdjI/AAAAAAAABA4/1Sogynn2ZMA/s1600/faceoff2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sm8Pe9sM-HI/TbbTwG8sdjI/AAAAAAAABA4/1Sogynn2ZMA/s320/faceoff2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599896010134156850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvU-qayqnx8/TbbTw5-MhFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-jVuVoNr_IU/s1600/IMG_1268.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-gvU-qayqnx8/TbbTw5-MhFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-jVuVoNr_IU/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599896023830660178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excite for the next few fac outings!&lt;br /&gt;St James Power Station this friday for Ares fac outing, F1 pit building for Athena's the saturday after and Apollo's in school (LOL) some monday after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and it is a small world indeed. At least a small Singapore. Ashley and I were talking and it turns out her good friend who is in athena as well is my neighbour and her sister knows my sister bc they go to the same school and are in the same faculty and apparently look alike. Ooooooooohh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6664962940252552730?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6664962940252552730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6664962940252552730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6664962940252552730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6664962940252552730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/04/zirca.html' title='ZIRCA'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhH7eNG80SQ/TbbS6TQtuJI/AAAAAAAABAw/oIkySr1g1i8/s72-c/zirca-mega-club.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-5908593361015045756</id><published>2011-04-21T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:04:07.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spartans</title><content type='html'>never really got round to my yltc post did i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7V5XtnVZG6g/TbBFQPajJKI/AAAAAAAABAg/HwtkSsX53OQ/s1600/207421_10150232344070767_584825766_9198081_3189876_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-7V5XtnVZG6g/TbBFQPajJKI/AAAAAAAABAg/HwtkSsX53OQ/s320/207421_10150232344070767_584825766_9198081_3189876_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598050482139636898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBmqclOLs1U/TbBFQYJKuNI/AAAAAAAABAo/acFaO5Frl9s/s1600/comanchesbreakfast.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBmqclOLs1U/TbBFQYJKuNI/AAAAAAAABAo/acFaO5Frl9s/s320/comanchesbreakfast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598050484482652370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the spartans (: most of them at least.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this is the first group of people in school that finally made me feel like home. Maybe it's because of the large numbers of JAE people and that everyone is just so damn nice and fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;And they could possibly help me boost my chinese standard even though they are laughing at me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I may not officially be part of OAC anymore, but I'll always be a spartan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always that thought that in due time, as I have to spend more time on council and less time with them, and they continually spend more time with each other, I'm going to find myself growing more distant and out of it. I'll always be a spartan, but there would be something different about it. It's something inevitable, and it makes me a little sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it's not like I'm going to never talk to them again or smth bc we have way more batch spirit than that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i love you, spartans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5908593361015045756?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5908593361015045756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5908593361015045756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5908593361015045756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5908593361015045756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/04/spartans.html' title='spartans'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/-7V5XtnVZG6g/TbBFQPajJKI/AAAAAAAABAg/HwtkSsX53OQ/s72-c/207421_10150232344070767_584825766_9198081_3189876_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-6502874606142424657</id><published>2011-04-16T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:56:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>life's been really hectic these days i tend to oversleep my alarm a lot and then freak out worrying if i'll be late for school/early morning meetings. I never finish all my homework and i spend too much time lurking around on facebook/twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'm still really enjoying school. (could be the reason why i'm not doing all my work) I love having meals with people. Probably explains why Friday was a particularly good day. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Comanches breakfast&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;recess with s68&lt;/span&gt; as always (and fried food friday too tori karaage omnomnom) and then &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1/5th of 38th dinner at subway&lt;/span&gt;. And then followed by lunch with people in 38th/37th again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i've figured out my priorities in life. I definitely put friends/my life before studies/work. Whether that is a good thing for these two years, idk but i'm kind of proud of that (: because in the end what pulls you through isn't your work, but the people around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6502874606142424657?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6502874606142424657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6502874606142424657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6502874606142424657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6502874606142424657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/04/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-184278629259617154</id><published>2011-04-06T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:34:49.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 38hcsc</title><content type='html'>so i got into council.&lt;br /&gt;(typing this post while i'm supposed to be doing my geog project which is due tmr damn my priorities)&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know whether i expected it or not, after i pretty much embarassed myself singing/screeching Hi-5 (and doing actions in the wrong direction too), spice girls and even the school song. I never really thought I would have dared to do that, but I guess I have more guts than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually feel exceptionally happy i guess because of various reasons, but I think council will grow on me soon enough (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to end with a giant &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; to all of yous out there who don't actually know me but believe in me enough to vote me into council.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-184278629259617154?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/184278629259617154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=184278629259617154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1383503560341750982?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1383503560341750982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1383503560341750982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1383503560341750982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1383503560341750982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/04/come-what-may.html' title='come what may'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-7593718895819596758</id><published>2011-03-22T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:58:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jfkjadkfasdms</title><content type='html'>so it's almost 2am and i'm here waiting for the stupid DVD-RW with my council campaign video to burn for the 9213491230219323012th time alone.&lt;br /&gt;fml. so many things to say and then i remember this blog is public.&lt;br /&gt;just in a really horrible mood right now and i want my sleep. &lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned before i hate having to repeat myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on a side note, please remind me to blog about yltc)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-7593718895819596758?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/7593718895819596758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=7593718895819596758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7593718895819596758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7593718895819596758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/03/jfkjadkfasdms.html' title='jfkjadkfasdms'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-7157544152771231136</id><published>2011-03-09T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:59:03.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just saying</title><content type='html'>so i've missed 5 days of school and i feel like i'm lagging so far behind my whole class, and it kind of saddens me that nobody has reallyyyy tried/offered to push me forward or help me catch up. I don't want to sound like some brat and expect people to rush up and help me, because yeah, everyone has their own work too. I just kind of wished I had that one friend who is willing to help their friend. It annoys me a little. I remember choosing to come here because i heard they are very big on family spirit and stuff but maybe i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: next time someone is sick and misses even just 1 day of school, I am going to help them catch up as much as i can. It's a horrible feeling to lag behind and nobody cares to look back unless you let out a little shout for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-7157544152771231136?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/7157544152771231136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=7157544152771231136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7157544152771231136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7157544152771231136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-saying.html' title='just saying'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-598672213070419861</id><published>2011-03-08T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:02:51.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voice-less</title><content type='html'>so i've officially been sick for a week now. And I don't mean my usual running nose or sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Having a fever of 39 degrees celsius for 2 days straight is no joke. I felt absolutely miserable and then only think I could do was to lie in bed and sleep. Worst part being that mum was in america and everyone else is too busy with their own lives to really care, so I mostly had to take care of myself. And that is no fun bc i didn't even have the energy to. So I saw two doctors and my fever finally died after three days so I thought myself fit enough to go to school and dramafeste that friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZYsCHbzAHk/TXZB1alr1KI/AAAAAAAABAA/2_fT4SBFAr4/s1600/191780_496522732923_605162923_6073091_1753907_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZYsCHbzAHk/TXZB1alr1KI/AAAAAAAABAA/2_fT4SBFAr4/s320/191780_496522732923_605162923_6073091_1753907_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581721174098564258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramafeste was the bomb though. Made me wish I could have been there the day before as well! The cast is pretty amazing (obviously, seeing how we swept best actor, best supporting actress and best supporting actors) and the crew is equally awesome, contributing significantly to the high in LT1 :D It was pretty insane in there. We basically put the 2010 and 2011 fac dance music on repeat and we would dance and dance and dance them over and over and over again and somehow we'd never get sick of it. And then we camwhored. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsmKRp6p_bk/TXZB2z9QPyI/AAAAAAAABAY/_oZunp0f4cg/s1600/194246_496343252923_605162923_6071686_2568089_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsmKRp6p_bk/TXZB2z9QPyI/AAAAAAAABAY/_oZunp0f4cg/s320/194246_496343252923_605162923_6071686_2568089_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581721198088175394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SECURTIYYY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DC-_GNtjv8/TXZB2dw4dPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qLunul59hJw/s1600/192223_496342922923_605162923_6071681_2401270_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DC-_GNtjv8/TXZB2dw4dPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qLunul59hJw/s320/192223_496342922923_605162923_6071681_2401270_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581721192130704626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MURTABROS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgG_JyFBSf0/TXZB18mHkyI/AAAAAAAABAI/_Ibz8y73Dxc/s1600/176775_496342657923_605162923_6071678_1234603_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgG_JyFBSf0/TXZB18mHkyI/AAAAAAAABAI/_Ibz8y73Dxc/s320/176775_496342657923_605162923_6071678_1234603_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581721183227188002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MOVERS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual play was over really fast, it was pitch black backstage and backstage was so cramped with tables and chairs i kept apologising to anyone I ran into!! And luckily our play was funny, bc the audience will laugh more giving me more chances to cough away backstage. When we finally went to join the audience we realised the LT was FREAKING PACKED. Like people were bursting out of the doors and sitting on the floor and all that shit that was really cool (and literally hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE WON BEST PLAY&lt;/span&gt;!! Super high! But I couldn't scream at all bc of my throat infection. It's a horrible feeling! But it was amazing. Three cheer-ing for everyone and even inanimate objects haha taking forever to walk out of school bc the cast and crew put together is such a large number. But it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i lost my voice the next day. I was literally croaking, or nothing would come out.&lt;br /&gt;I had to order dinner in that day, but I had to get my sister to call for me bc the phone operator would not have been able to understand me. Delivery man came and I attempted to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how much&lt;/span&gt; but nothing came out!! I think he gave me weird stares. It got a little better, then yesterday my class ran 2.4 for PE and I sat out, but started yelling and cheering them on. Which I think screwed it up again, leading me to where I am now. Home, and not going to school tomorrow again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STOP MISSING LESSONS i feel so behind work and all that ////:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-598672213070419861?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/598672213070419861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=598672213070419861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/598672213070419861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/598672213070419861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/03/voice-less.html' title='voice-less'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/-CZYsCHbzAHk/TXZB1alr1KI/AAAAAAAABAA/2_fT4SBFAr4/s72-c/191780_496522732923_605162923_6073091_1753907_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-8041686486812470367</id><published>2011-02-27T14:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:31:29.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAHHHOOOOOOOTTTTT</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H7fYRaeAJ8g?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winners of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;war games&lt;/span&gt;, winners of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CT performance&lt;/span&gt;, winners of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POP&lt;/span&gt;, ATHENA IS WINNER FAC!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP on friday was really awesome!! Before POP went for class dinner at Aston's (being complete nerds and creating equations relating the volume of food, speed of eating the food and the price), attempted to play soccer (omg i really cannot kick the damn ball). When we were doing our last blocking session in the central plaza dancing, it started raining!! So it was quite sucky and we all stood around waiting for the rain to stop or smth to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we didn't really stand around waiting. There was this crazy cheering session and a circle where people go in the middle and dance fac dance. But 11S68 of course, decides to stand outside and play the ABCD game and whack each others hands instead. Got bored of watching so dongying and i started playing scissors paper stone where the winner would get a sip of the ice lemon tea we did not buy. Ran out of ice lemon tea so we started eating the ice, and then we later stole mark's drink as well keke. The game expanded though since everyone didn't bring water along so the drink was our only source of hydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain did stop in the end which was amazing (it always does it for us - campfire, POP)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP itself was a little bit of a blur. Bc of the happenings during dance session on thursday i had both jooern and kaisheng for partners so in the end i just partnered jingzhan haha way to solve problems (Y) I fell down during the dance bc the floor was slippery from the rain D: but I got up fast and managed to continue so phewww! Luckily I was at the back too. (if you watch the video super closely you'll be able to see me fall D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, we all thought that artemis was the clear winner for POP. After their dance we were all looking at each other going OMG that was freaking good!! But watching back all the videos from the top view, it's understandable now! I showed it to my sister and she was saying that the dance was good, but very hard for a lot of people to do bc of it's technicalities in the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we won we were super high and we were cheering like shit and I would burst out with a "WE WOONNNNN" every five minutes or so. Super amazing feeling (though at first we were like, did we win? did we win? bc we couldn't hear the announcer) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8CIiTfwlZQ/TWn9J0c-CRI/AAAAAAAAA_4/D0jVKKDUlAs/s1600/POP2011s68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8CIiTfwlZQ/TWn9J0c-CRI/AAAAAAAAA_4/D0jVKKDUlAs/s320/POP2011s68.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578267958615869714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had class supper at Marble Slab after POP where we sat outside the closed car shop like a gang playing bridge and cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had my camera with me so I can remember great nights like these. Why did I drop my baby on the floor? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-8041686486812470367?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8041686486812470367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=8041686486812470367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8041686486812470367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8041686486812470367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/aaaaahhhooooooottttt.html' title='AAAAAHHHOOOOOOOTTTTT'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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://img.youtube.com/vi/H7fYRaeAJ8g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-6788835963597324099</id><published>2011-02-22T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:10:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>606</title><content type='html'>so the weekend was pretty great bc of the stuff i mentioned the post before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was basically a major gossip session on everyone and everything we do and it was great seeing everyone, even though we were all in different uniforms, together again and nothing seems to have changed for those couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Fsz6WKCMk0/TWPDpCvQ6wI/AAAAAAAAA_w/UeqHkuqyLLc/s1600/180211spidermonkeypigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Fsz6WKCMk0/TWPDpCvQ6wI/AAAAAAAAA_w/UeqHkuqyLLc/s320/180211spidermonkeypigs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576515873491970818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public transport system kind of pissed me off that night though. Met pw at the bus stop at around 7pm across the road from school and we waited &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;half an hour&lt;/span&gt; for the 171 that never came. So we then decided to maybe take a bus down to the school area so we would have 2 choices of buses to take. 171 did finally come to that bus stop, but drove right past us bc it was "full" but when you look inside people don't bloody bother to move in so the two of us could actually have fit right in. So basically, we had to wait 45 minutes for 1 bus which is preposterous in Singapore public transport system standards!! Worst thing was that syd had to leave at around 8 so we were basically rushing just to see her before she had to leave ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiyin's party was like an sc girl reunion. It was fun to just be around faces that you've known and seen for 4 or more years everyday of your life again. We went pretty wild I guess (in my standards, which isn't really very wild) jumping all over the clubhouse yelling and singing and dancing. Something i haven't really been able to do in school (apart from campfire bc everyone just went insane there) and i wonder if i will ever feel comfortable enough for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFay1sf3jBU/TWPDozEB3-I/AAAAAAAAA_o/FuNK-VlS6Sg/s1600/2gypolaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFay1sf3jBU/TWPDozEB3-I/AAAAAAAAA_o/FuNK-VlS6Sg/s320/2gypolaroid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576515869284098018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I basically took a round trip. Went to clementi in the morning to meet pw and tis and syd for breakfast (which we didn't really eat in the end bc we are queens of being late) and made our way to meiyin's house. Following which that evening we went back to clementi for dinner. So i essentially passed by my house 5 times in one day and only actually stopped there twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG17 outing (well not really out anywhere for me since it was at my place) was crazy fun too. The turn up was pretty good, with just around half the og coming. Our potluck actually turned out pretty good and we even had so much excess that we had to play the guess the number game just so we could get people to finish up the food.&lt;br /&gt;We were slightly more active than we usually are, playing ping pong and frisbee which was quite hilarious (my genius tactic of hug-attacking sally, bryan being absolutely fail at monkey frisbee, lots of screaming/war cries and random monkey jumping around from kevin). Somehow we never get bored of playing our usual games like mono deal (or in jo and my case, singing the birthday song and changing pitch halfway through which annoys the hell out of bryan the band boy) or polar bear too. There is always something to laugh about, and somehow every outing you discover something new about your og mates ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4MorjETagI/TWPDolOhRzI/AAAAAAAAA_g/dPFbJiP6-CI/s1600/og17polaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4MorjETagI/TWPDolOhRzI/AAAAAAAAA_g/dPFbJiP6-CI/s320/og17polaroid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576515865570002738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(horrible polaroid i know i'm annoyed with it too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it ridiculously funny how kevin found the lounge bc he spotted werty's hair while driving past the window ZOMGWTFBBQ keke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6788835963597324099?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6788835963597324099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6788835963597324099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6788835963597324099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6788835963597324099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/606.html' title='606'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/--Fsz6WKCMk0/TWPDpCvQ6wI/AAAAAAAAA_w/UeqHkuqyLLc/s72-c/180211spidermonkeypigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-1289364808666760593</id><published>2011-02-14T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:16:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for the weekend</title><content type='html'>AND i'm excited for this weekend to come.&lt;br /&gt;My plan right now is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt; dinner with recess gang in our school unis!!! Only been two weeks since i last saw them again, but i'm so excited still &lt; 3 &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt; WMY'S 17th party (: seeing a hell lot of sc girls again so that is awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt; OG17 outing (again, 1 week later) keke but these people are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see how i'm going to have time to study this weekend, but WHO CARES ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1289364808666760593?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1289364808666760593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1289364808666760593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1289364808666760593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1289364808666760593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting-for-weekend.html' title='waiting for the weekend'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-4269851597310914416</id><published>2011-02-14T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:48:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vday</title><content type='html'>was pleasantly surprised at how many people (girls) in my class brought stuff for everyone (: I expected vday to be nothing much but i did feel a little loved and my love for 11S68 grew a little more too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need one person for valentine's day, i have plenty of people that love me and plenty of people i love and that's enough to make me a happy kid ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4269851597310914416?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4269851597310914416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4269851597310914416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4269851597310914416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4269851597310914416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/vday.html' title='vday'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-2478819502721943152</id><published>2011-02-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:40:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fail whale</title><content type='html'>dk what i was doing but while standing broad jump-ing during pe today i jumped really weirdly and ended up landing on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;That is embarrassing. ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;And now my knee hurts ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2478819502721943152?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2478819502721943152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2478819502721943152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2478819502721943152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2478819502721943152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/fail-whale.html' title='fail whale'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-5042382712213137074</id><published>2011-02-12T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:34:59.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY WE SO IMBA? COS WE ARE ATHENA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBgzYxlrKz4/TVYNMcLFS7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/dcE11rbXd5E/s1600/IMG_3137.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/-xBgzYxlrKz4/TVYNMcLFS7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/dcE11rbXd5E/s320/IMG_3137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572656096289835954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so orientation has officially ended with a super high at campfire night.&lt;br /&gt;Athena is the OWNING fac bc we won &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WAR GAMES&lt;/span&gt; (which was a hell lot of violent, violent fun) and the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CT PERFORMANCE&lt;/span&gt; (which was a little disturbing at first). All we have to do now is sweep POP with our fac dance and faculty shield is ours :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting more used to my class now, at least i can kind of talk to people? But I do still feel a little lost at times though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; there is a long way to go and if it's going up now, it'll continue going up for a long while (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0fgBpsjYGI/TVYNMuuVY6I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/icu8FhkESJw/s1600/IMG_3151.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/-C0fgBpsjYGI/TVYNMuuVY6I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/icu8FhkESJw/s320/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572656101269529506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5042382712213137074?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5042382712213137074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5042382712213137074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5042382712213137074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5042382712213137074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-we-so-imba-cos-we-are-athena.html' title='WHY WE SO IMBA? COS WE ARE ATHENA'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBgzYxlrKz4/TVYNMcLFS7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/dcE11rbXd5E/s72-c/IMG_3137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-2608777080735559139</id><published>2011-02-08T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:06:32.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost sheep</title><content type='html'>i really want to run for council&lt;br /&gt;but why does it seem that there is no one who wants to run with me, or just wants to run ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, you from athena? pls find me people to run for council with and if i do end up running pls vote for me&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this is me worrying about council and thus not being able to be excited for tayswift tmr ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2608777080735559139?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2608777080735559139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2608777080735559139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2608777080735559139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2608777080735559139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-sheep.html' title='lost sheep'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-1382318810102088700</id><published>2011-02-06T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:14:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>600</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TU2EY9QJfUI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BiGkRGlQY-A/s1600/IMG_2129.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TU2EY9QJfUI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BiGkRGlQY-A/s320/IMG_2129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570253878421192002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EXCITED TO SEE MY LOVELIES AGAIN TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like... a fortnight??&lt;br /&gt;WHUT a fortnight only? Seems like it's been forever already i miss them ):&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for free flow of ice-cream and drinks and so much talking for hours &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;600th post btw~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1382318810102088700?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1382318810102088700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1382318810102088700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1382318810102088700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1382318810102088700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/600.html' title='600'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TU2EY9QJfUI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BiGkRGlQY-A/s72-c/IMG_2129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-7674125524479449190</id><published>2011-02-04T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:38:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absence makes this heart sadder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb5G8wN5I/AAAAAAAAA-o/19i48_o_n2g/s1600/73873_1589104299975_1606868871_1376278_7400893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb5G8wN5I/AAAAAAAAA-o/19i48_o_n2g/s320/73873_1589104299975_1606868871_1376278_7400893_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569857507082385298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwcWQd6LxI/AAAAAAAAA_A/k-xzIplWhhM/s1600/IMG_0857.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwcWQd6LxI/AAAAAAAAA_A/k-xzIplWhhM/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569858007853575954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb5VsTBMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/gOfB3T7MUqs/s1600/IMG_0956.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb5VsTBMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/gOfB3T7MUqs/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569857511039894722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb4_vIg-I/AAAAAAAAA-g/I0WmXRP_gR4/s1600/IMG_0848.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb4_vIg-I/AAAAAAAAA-g/I0WmXRP_gR4/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569857505146209250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb4q-0qdI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Bnh9E-QfzZc/s1600/IMG_6529%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb4q-0qdI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Bnh9E-QfzZc/s320/IMG_6529%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569857499574872530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb5uyl0lI/AAAAAAAAA-4/4Lv1QXYJNXw/s1600/IMG_1000.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb5uyl0lI/AAAAAAAAA-4/4Lv1QXYJNXw/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569857517777179218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just looking back at some of my photos from end last year, and prom photos made me really miss everything about SC again ):&lt;br /&gt;it's been less than one week in school now, how am i going to survive 2 years????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-7674125524479449190?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/7674125524479449190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=7674125524479449190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7674125524479449190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7674125524479449190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/absence-makes-this-heart-sadder.html' title='absence makes this heart sadder'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUwb5G8wN5I/AAAAAAAAA-o/19i48_o_n2g/s72-c/73873_1589104299975_1606868871_1376278_7400893_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-8099432084811911162</id><published>2011-02-04T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:45:36.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVENTEEN KEBABA</title><content type='html'>I am kind of wishing the OG orientation wouldn't end.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 6, going home at 10. Doesn't sound all that wonderful, but those 16 hours in school were a hell load of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrmDKEJymI/AAAAAAAAA9w/g3kd7OBlJTA/s1600/IMG_2768.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrmDKEJymI/AAAAAAAAA9w/g3kd7OBlJTA/s320/IMG_2768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569516831112809058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is OG17.&lt;br /&gt;Second place in orientation games, but definitely number 1 in our hearts overall ^^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was basically a whole lot of:&lt;br /&gt;Never ending cheering, winning streaks, our addiction to monopoly deal (my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; playing that helps everybody else to win bc they steal my cards and money), going crazy singing the birthday song everytime someone plays the "It's My Birthday" card with Jo, playing polar bear and laughing so hard while everybody's eyes are still closed and we're all shouting WHAT WHAT, having meals together (14 pizzas!!), getting soaking wet playing orientation games (SLIPPERY SLOPE!!), freezing and cowering behind people when the wind happens to blow in your direction when you're wet, banner painting, creating masking tape monsters out of Sally and Mingxun and anybody else who was used as a making tape holder, playing more monopoly deal, watching ezor come up with ways to cheat in the games, having our own picnic while the CNY celebrations were going on, OMCHICHI OMCHI (or bompeepee bom pee LOLLOL)&lt;br /&gt;a lot more but i either can't remember, or i'm just thinking you have already stopped reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrpVOxQU6I/AAAAAAAAA-I/Li_athUPlBQ/s1600/IMG_2741.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrpVOxQU6I/AAAAAAAAA-I/Li_athUPlBQ/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569520440148251554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrpUoitYMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Rr6_zVKrIg8/s1600/IMG_2737.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrpUoitYMI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Rr6_zVKrIg8/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569520429886693570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrpUYjfxcI/AAAAAAAAA94/p8FfcnpVOiA/s1600/IMG_2817.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrpUYjfxcI/AAAAAAAAA94/p8FfcnpVOiA/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569520425595028930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrpk-SQxFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1rhXhJ81-k0/s1600/og17hc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrpk-SQxFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1rhXhJ81-k0/s320/og17hc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569520710601196626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, i have no regrets coming here, even though i felt like an awkward turtle and was so scared of people judging me or being alienated bc like 90% of the school is from IP, but i'm glad HC's orientation is kind of longer than other school's (even though it's not with OGs anymore). LOOKING FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK ALREADY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-8099432084811911162?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8099432084811911162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=8099432084811911162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8099432084811911162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8099432084811911162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/02/seventeen-kebaba.html' title='SEVENTEEN KEBABA'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TUrmDKEJymI/AAAAAAAAA9w/g3kd7OBlJTA/s72-c/IMG_2768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-6981258949599983083</id><published>2011-01-30T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:40:47.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social phobia/social anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;fear of being judged.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6981258949599983083?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6981258949599983083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6981258949599983083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6981258949599983083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6981258949599983083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/social-phobiasocial-anxiety.html' title='social phobia/social anxiety'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-3823350988523491283</id><published>2011-01-28T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:57:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So second first day of school was pretty fun (: especially compared to first first day of school.&lt;div&gt;Walked all the way from HC to NJ and back with evee to submit our transfer forms and nearly DIED. Played orientation games and ran around the campus like nobody's business and DIED some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OG 17 is quite nice though (: though i don't really feel like i'm being myself yet and sometimes i don't feel like i fit in, but hey! First day of school, i can't expect &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3823350988523491283?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3823350988523491283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3823350988523491283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3823350988523491283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3823350988523491283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-second-first-day-of-school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-3565365043196326758</id><published>2011-01-26T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:06:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;JC STARTS TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS MY LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY AM I SO OLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am excited (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3565365043196326758?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3565365043196326758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3565365043196326758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3565365043196326758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3565365043196326758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/zomg.html' title='ZOMG'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-4983571676834718159</id><published>2011-01-23T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:24:57.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>encouragement</title><content type='html'>is it such a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;A simple thank you, good job, keep it up, a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;, a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;Can there ever be too much?&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement gives people motivation to keep going and to improve. It helps us feel appreciated, loved, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to encourage people for a small thing they have done, no matter how small? At least it is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. It could help to give someone that little push forward that they need to make that something grow and become something a lot greater.&lt;div&gt;Without encouragement, the world would be a lot duller, people will be less willing to work or do favours because they think it goes unappreciated. Yes, we should willing do favours and all without expecting thanks bc we should have good hearts and all that shit, but seriously, everyone needs a little love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But obviously you don't believe that. And we will never be enough for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today really was not a good day for me. Worst day of 2011 so far, by far. At times like this I wish I had a laptop so that I could curl up on my bed and watch videos or just keep listening to McFly.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to McFly really makes me feel so much better when I am down. Be it the emo songs that reflect my current emotions like &lt;i&gt;Bubblewrap &lt;/i&gt;or the happy, bubblegum pop songs that cheer me up like &lt;i&gt;Sunny Side of the Street, I'll be Ok, Surfer Babe, Do ya&lt;/i&gt; and so many more. Or just hearing my favourite songs really like &lt;i&gt;Falling in Love &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Sorry's Not Good Enough. &lt;/i&gt;What would I do without these boys?\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really funny how just this morning I was writing in my diary that &lt;i&gt;my life is great&lt;/i&gt;. What a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4983571676834718159?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4983571676834718159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4983571676834718159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4983571676834718159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4983571676834718159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/encouragement.html' title='encouragement'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-1906887921323113037</id><published>2011-01-21T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:35:52.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TTmHTjn-p0I/AAAAAAAAA9k/uj8IBpNuH2A/s1600/IMG_2534.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TTmHTjn-p0I/AAAAAAAAA9k/uj8IBpNuH2A/s320/IMG_2534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564627584643147586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i like beaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand can be annoying as hell when you want to leave and it just won't get off your feet and you end up having sand stuck in your shoe, and the fact that if there's a tsunami you'd be the first to go, but beaches are beautiful (: Especially empty beaches like the Sembawang beach up there, where it's small and highly unpopulated (if that is even a word). It's so peaceful and it's such a perfect setting for movies ^^ I mean, you see a beach like that and you think of all the countless films where there are friends playing in the water/building sandcastles or couples strolling along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity I don't live anywhere near a coast in Singapore, it'd be fun to go to the beach often and just sit and stare, thinking and reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TTmHTTjPdaI/AAAAAAAAA9c/lWF-cz_P0Nk/s1600/IMG_2457.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TTmHTTjPdaI/AAAAAAAAA9c/lWF-cz_P0Nk/s320/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564627580328310178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only reason i talk about that is because of the sleepover on monday at Sha's house (:&lt;br /&gt;my first real sleepover at someone else's house since... P5. Such FUNZ. And i think going for sleepovers are good bc it makes me miss home just a little bit (absence makes the heart grow fonder~) &lt;br /&gt;We made cynny a twitter (@cynmonky) which she sadly has yet to use, photoboothed like crazy, skyped ruth, watched 10 things I hate about you, facebook creeped like ninjas, ate lots of pancakes and took plenty of walks round the housing estate and to Sembawang beach. Sembawang is so ulu that it becomes really peaceful. It's nice to stay in, but horrible for travelling (it's practically in Malaysia!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall awkwardly end this post now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1906887921323113037?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1906887921323113037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1906887921323113037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1906887921323113037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1906887921323113037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-like-beaches.html' title='screw titles'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TTmHTjn-p0I/AAAAAAAAA9k/uj8IBpNuH2A/s72-c/IMG_2534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-8077972909170395436</id><published>2011-01-17T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:04:09.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a real teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUESS WHO IS GOING FOR HER FIRST SLEEPOVER EVER AT HER FRIENDS HOUSE THAT IS NOT WITHIN 1KM OF HER OWN HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUCKY LUCKY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM SO EXCITE RN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-8077972909170395436?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8077972909170395436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=8077972909170395436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8077972909170395436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8077972909170395436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-real-teenager.html' title='like a real teenager'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-3408620495461061106</id><published>2011-01-15T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:19:17.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 27-31</title><content type='html'>i thought this was a 30 day challenge. why is there a number 31. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A video of anything boys over flowers related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGw1-fs_ixY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGw1-fs_ixY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw this today&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i could understand what they were saying ):&lt;br /&gt;but matsujun and inoue mao are such a cute pairing!!! Inoue mao always seems to be running and attack hugging or smth matsujun&lt;br /&gt;AND THE HORSE HEADS. ZOMG THE HORSE HEADS. LOL-ING FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. A quote from boys over flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Even for you, sleep talking is talking when you’re sleeping, talking when you’re awake isn’t sleep talking. So if it’s sleep talking, talking when you’re awake is okay too but if isn’t, it’s talking when you’re awake. Talking when you’re awake isn’t sleeping.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from season 1 episode 4. It's such an epic baka line from domyouji &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many stars you'd give each version you've seen of boys over flowers&lt;br /&gt;5 MILLION STARS TO THE JAP VERSION&lt;br /&gt;and i can't really rate the Korean version cos i've never watched the whole thing but i would say... 3.5/5? bc i do see some cute scenes in this version (even though i think most of it can't match up to the jap one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A recommendation to watch/read boys over flowers and why&lt;br /&gt;BC it's one of the most epic jdramas of all time apart from like gokusen, 1 litre of tears, etc.,etc.&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love a love story, and one that has really good (looking) actors/actresses? (that has a happy ending that will leave you like this: (': )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;I WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD SUB THESE VIDEOS I HATE NOT UNDERSTANDING THEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3408620495461061106?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3408620495461061106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3408620495461061106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3408620495461061106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3408620495461061106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/hyd-challenge-day-27-31.html' title='hyd challenge day 27-31'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-6318873204735681119</id><published>2011-01-11T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:53:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>it finally feels as if secondary school is completely over. &lt;br /&gt;can't say i'm pleased with my results, i wanted to start crying the moment i realised my name wasn't going to appear on the screen, which had been my aim after seeing last year's results&lt;br /&gt;if i weren't aiming for something i guess i wouldn't have felt that way, and my combined humanities score was really unexpected, but then all those feelings die down after half an hour and i realised that i really am blessed and that i shouldn't be too greedy.&lt;br /&gt;for now, all i can do is appeal and pray hard. but if it doesn't work out, the world isn't over and i am going to show them how stupid they are for not taking me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6318873204735681119?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6318873204735681119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6318873204735681119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6318873204735681119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6318873204735681119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-finally-feels-as-if-secondary-school.html' title='closure'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-3140113694427119035</id><published>2011-01-08T00:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:09:30.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 22-26</title><content type='html'>22. A scene that made you laugh the hardest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaplUcUURR8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaplUcUURR8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of domyouji's baka moments ): it's hard to choose one!&lt;br /&gt;There isn't actually a particular scene that I would really laugh my head of, i mean, i don't actually think it's possible to laugh for a whole scene from beginning to end. Usually it's just moments (which i have had a lot of watching hyd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdFt5pdi6I/AAAAAAAAA9E/ywq-KdqsbvQ/s1600/tumblr_le9qydL6s71qcr7m4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdFt5pdi6I/AAAAAAAAA9E/ywq-KdqsbvQ/s320/tumblr_le9qydL6s71qcr7m4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559488919883320226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdFtqQXPeI/AAAAAAAAA88/_RgJB0IpZwM/s1600/tumblr_l7j6zaAjr51qaw741o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdFtqQXPeI/AAAAAAAAA88/_RgJB0IpZwM/s320/tumblr_l7j6zaAjr51qaw741o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559488915751517666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A scene that was the most romantic&lt;br /&gt;AH SO MANY! OH I think I will say it's the scene in the final episode of season 2 when domyouji saved makino from the blizzard even though he still couldn't remember who she was(zomg this sound so much less cool when written) and they were in the shelter and they kind of re-enacted the elevator scene which made him remember who she was. SO SWEET :,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdHcv8VZnI/AAAAAAAAA9M/86O0RUoh2ho/s1600/tumblr_lcxpbhW5ON1qb0hnbo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdHcv8VZnI/AAAAAAAAA9M/86O0RUoh2ho/s320/tumblr_lcxpbhW5ON1qb0hnbo1_500.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559490824243603058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The character you most relate to&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoot this is really hard. &lt;br /&gt;I guess it would have to be Tsubaki in the way that she didn't dare to go against her mother and do what she really wanted and that she's always trying to help other people, well techincally only Domyouji and Makino but the idea is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A character you wished you saw more of&lt;br /&gt;Susumu (: cos he's a qt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdEMbwehpI/AAAAAAAAA80/wv7mA3oLfq8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdEMbwehpI/AAAAAAAAA80/wv7mA3oLfq8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559487245412370066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A picture of anything Boys over Flowers related&lt;br /&gt;TOO CUTE. EVEN OFF SCREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdIAoJ9w3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/zKQhf20rnVI/s1600/tumblr_kuanv8KUH61qarelzo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdIAoJ9w3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/zKQhf20rnVI/s320/tumblr_kuanv8KUH61qarelzo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559491440628581234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3140113694427119035?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3140113694427119035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3140113694427119035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3140113694427119035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3140113694427119035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/hyd-challenge-day-22-26.html' title='hyd challenge day 22-26'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TSdFt5pdi6I/AAAAAAAAA9E/ywq-KdqsbvQ/s72-c/tumblr_le9qydL6s71qcr7m4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-9143398333642816714</id><published>2011-01-03T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:07:51.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 21</title><content type='html'>21. A scene that made you cry the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Well this has got to be one of the easiest questions to answer! Cannot stop crying at this scene no matter how many times i watch it it's so beautiful :,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJZIv0ucr1A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJZIv0ucr1A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty bad quality but the best i could find. I actually started crying earlier than that, at the part when she's in the car and she's reading the letter domyouji wrote for her.&lt;br /&gt;It's SO SWEET and i know to some people it may seem really cheesy but i don't think they overdid it and the two of them go so well with each other T.T&lt;br /&gt;and even so the ending is quite bittersweet bc domyouji has to leave anyway ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-9143398333642816714?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/9143398333642816714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=9143398333642816714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/9143398333642816714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/9143398333642816714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/hyd-challenge-day-21.html' title='hyd challenge day 21'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-6453962883019457657</id><published>2011-01-02T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:10:57.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 19 &amp; 20</title><content type='html'>19. The worst thing that happened in the series&lt;br /&gt;There were some weird shigeru moments like went she took of her clothes in front of domyouji i was like SEE NO EVIL!! and she got quite annoying sometimes even though she left and was ok at the end, because that's how most characters are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Something you wish never happened&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that happened? ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6453962883019457657?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6453962883019457657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6453962883019457657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6453962883019457657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6453962883019457657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2011/01/hyd-challenge-day-19-20.html' title='hyd challenge day 19 &amp; 20'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-6001676659578356164</id><published>2010-12-31T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:15:38.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye hello</title><content type='html'>i guess it's about time to do a wrap up of the year post, just that i'll be doing 2009 and 2010 since the last two years didn't feel any different, and were all mainly centered over the though of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OMG O LVLS!&lt;/span&gt; i don't really know how to do these kinds of posts in a non-awkward way so i'll just do it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THINGS I'M THANKFUL FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Investiture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the teachers kept screwing everything up for us and our traditions were taken away, on the day itself everything doesn't matter and everyone just does their best to put up a great show. I guess it is like a learning experience, being able to contribute a lot more this year, and it was almost like a dream wanting to be able to do that since i joined SCPB&lt;br /&gt;and it's only in the PB where everybody can sing and act, no matter whether you're in a sports cca or a club or a society or whatever ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my mondays would be like without this for 2 years. No regrets taking media over triple science whatsoever, even though filming was a bitch, editing was a bitch, staying back till 6 sometimes could be a bitch. But i do feel i learnt quite a bit from media, about current affairs and other people and all sorts of things. &lt;br /&gt;All the inside jokes, the laughing, the zebras, kallang slashers, pixels, tiger, sososososososo much would never ever give this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chinese Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i looked forward to every day/week even though my chinese is horrible and still is. Chinese class was the funnest, something i could tell from the moment half of 2gy walked into the classroom on that first day of school i knew that. The only place I felt comfortable and it was so much fun being able to shout across class have have squidward giving us her fake angry face and those moments when lao shi was like "F-U! F-U" when we were asking her how to read a word. Watching movies and crying like I Not Stupid 2 and the Firefly monster forest thingum and the kite show. Loved this class sfm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SCMUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i did this even though it did cause me to lose a lot of my dedication to badminton. It was something I'm totally not used to, having to learn protocol and do a lot of research, and in depth research too at that too, so my general knowledge has improved. Slightly. I mean, i bet if i hadn't joined MUN i wouldn't have had tricia losing her head telling me "OMG you're in Security Council how can you NOT know???" when I was asked what a veto was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we were not being scolded or dying trying to prepare for presentations or going through protocol tests, we did crazy things like running around the dark room 100 playing with chairs, playing magic carpet in the hall, making waffles, karaoke partying, dancing, having gay couples in EVERY council, council outings, mass convos and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i had nothing to do with this, but it was fun and it was something to take our minds of o's even though they were fast approaching. The rush to the YOG Opening cermony rehearsal, standing by the roads cheering like crazy as nat ran by holding the torch, going for the badminton and gymnastics finals which makes you feel so inferior, the fangirling at gymnasts like andrei muntean and yuya kamoto. it's good to be part of history, even though it's the teeniest part. I think it was osm even though everyone else says it was a fail (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PEOPLE I'M THANKFUL FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i rmb getting really pissed with her over the last two year a lot, she really helped me for the o lvls, making sure i got my meals everyday, and good ones at that. I really liked going for breakfast early in the morning and then lunch. And especially those times when i screw up and i end up having to rush like crazy, like for the yog opening ceremony rehearsal and when i woke up almost late for my chinese o's and she zoom zoomed me all the way, and made it there every single time, early. and she didn't even scold me so that is really something to be grateful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people everywhere, who are always there. From people in class who helped me to feel like I belonged through the two years, people who will listen to me rant/complain, listen to me talk about the everyday mundane things, people who would do fun and stupid things, go for concerts, talk for hours &lt;3 there are just so many people that were able to lift my mood when i was down and make the year so much better idek how to express it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SCPB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, for the 3 amazing years i spent in this family. Since joining in sec 1 i had wanted to be in exco, and i'm so glad i ended up there. I learnt so much from being part of it, even though i got stressed out sometimes. And i'm sososo proud I was able to head PSR and i'm so proud of my juniors and so grateful for them for being amazing and always listening to what i say and doing what they are asked to do &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SCBT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got so complicated towards the end of 2009 and the beginning of 2010, but i'm just glad we didn't completely lose it and i get these all contribute to life experiences and 2009 was very fun with SCBT, doing weird things and never failing to have a cake fight during everyone's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idek how to do this post properly my brain is half dead now, and anyway it's finally reached 2011. 2009 was a down year for me, but 2010 got infinitely better, despite having o's, so i'm hoping i never peak and life just keeps going up from here.&lt;br /&gt;the list is not exhaustive by the way, i'm pretty sure i missed out a lot of things but i just can't rmb rn&lt;br /&gt;New chapter of life starting, and i guess i'm ready for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6001676659578356164?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6001676659578356164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6001676659578356164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6001676659578356164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6001676659578356164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-hello.html' title='goodbye hello'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-6286344119154385089</id><published>2010-12-31T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:01:53.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 17, 18</title><content type='html'>17. Least favourite couple in the series&lt;br /&gt;Sara and Soujiroh. Nuff said. Boring shizz. But the tokyo tower thing was kinda cute in a cheesy way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Worst couple that could have happened&lt;br /&gt;Any girl there was (ayano, umi, shigeru) and Domyouji BC DOMYOUJI AND MAKINO BELONG TO EACH OTHER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6286344119154385089?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6286344119154385089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6286344119154385089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6286344119154385089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6286344119154385089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-17-18.html' title='hyd challenge day 17, 18'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-4038691927961056551</id><published>2010-12-31T14:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:08:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zomg</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkgYG1NQVt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkgYG1NQVt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want them for my birthday please (:&lt;br /&gt;AND NO SURPRISE I ENDED UP LIKING THEM BOTH KEKEKEKE&lt;br /&gt;so gorgeous T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4038691927961056551?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4038691927961056551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4038691927961056551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4038691927961056551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4038691927961056551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/zomg.html' title='zomg'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-1276576548767197860</id><published>2010-12-29T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:46:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 14, 15, 16</title><content type='html'>i'm not very good at keeping to this 1 a day thing am i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. least favourite female character&lt;br /&gt;Sara-san who was only around for a couple of episodes in season 2? The story line really bored me like who the heck gives a beeswax about you?? She's so irrelevant i can't even find a picture of her when googling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. least favourite male character&lt;br /&gt;I have to say Junpei-kun cos he's another one that made the first episode of season 2 really long and draggy and kinda boring /: Even though it's toma, and toma is a qt (not that i recognised him when i first watched it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRr0eNTDBII/AAAAAAAAA8k/kEbmquVGoQw/s1600/hanadan01ep01609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRr0eNTDBII/AAAAAAAAA8k/kEbmquVGoQw/s320/hanadan01ep01609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556021890117731458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda still doesn't look like him /: who normally looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRr06zZ251I/AAAAAAAAA8s/5c6_aKh1b8M/s1600/tumblr_l6k1qt50up1qb7egc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRr06zZ251I/AAAAAAAAA8s/5c6_aKh1b8M/s320/tumblr_l6k1qt50up1qb7egc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556022381383182162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. least favourite bad guy/villain/antagonist&lt;br /&gt;mmmm same as above ^ he's a fail bad guy totally didn't get his way. at all. except hurt makino, who he liked. so wtf dude, be a better villain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1276576548767197860?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1276576548767197860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1276576548767197860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1276576548767197860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1276576548767197860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-14-15-16.html' title='hyd challenge day 14, 15, 16'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRr0eNTDBII/AAAAAAAAA8k/kEbmquVGoQw/s72-c/hanadan01ep01609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-691807657776716450</id><published>2010-12-26T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:18:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 13</title><content type='html'>13. Least favourite F4 member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRdANQH6LfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/2nxCp7Z4UOU/s1600/nishikado-sojiro.png"&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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRdANQH6LfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/2nxCp7Z4UOU/s320/nishikado-sojiro.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554979261795413490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his storyline with the sara girl in season 2 really just was not interesting and he's horribly mean for constantly avoiding yuki even though she can be a little clingy but still!!&lt;br /&gt;and he really is not good looking (sorry matsuda shota)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-691807657776716450?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/691807657776716450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=691807657776716450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/691807657776716450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/691807657776716450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-13.html' title='hyd challenge day 13'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRdANQH6LfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/2nxCp7Z4UOU/s72-c/nishikado-sojiro.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-7409312962873694526</id><published>2010-12-26T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:03:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 10, 11, 12</title><content type='html'>10. the best thing that happened in the series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRYgsi2yMpI/AAAAAAAAA8A/aChlyc6GjWk/s1600/tumblr_ktsc7voGSi1qarelzo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRYgsi2yMpI/AAAAAAAAA8A/aChlyc6GjWk/s320/tumblr_ktsc7voGSi1qarelzo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554663140051006098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't love a happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. something you wished happened in the series&lt;br /&gt;if something had actually happened between soujiroh and yuki!! no story development at all, unlike the korean version (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRYi7uDpasI/AAAAAAAAA8I/64MpBd0Nvy4/s1600/Story95of95So95Yi95Jeong95and95Chu95Ga95Eul-20090626035140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRYi7uDpasI/AAAAAAAAA8I/64MpBd0Nvy4/s320/Story95of95So95Yi95Jeong95and95Chu95Ga95Eul-20090626035140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554665599779039938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. least favourite version of boys before flowers&lt;br /&gt;i've only watched two, and since i love the japanese version and not the korean, then it's the korean. sorry. the main girl really annoys me. like really. and so does lee minho's hair. and the hanazawa rui just does not match up to oguri shun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRYjqy-UE8I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/W2whYegqkvE/s1600/boys-over-flower-pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRYjqy-UE8I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/W2whYegqkvE/s320/boys-over-flower-pix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554666408552698818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-7409312962873694526?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/7409312962873694526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=7409312962873694526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7409312962873694526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7409312962873694526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-10-11-12.html' title='hyd challenge day 10, 11, 12'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRYgsi2yMpI/AAAAAAAAA8A/aChlyc6GjWk/s72-c/tumblr_ktsc7voGSi1qarelzo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-6559244407068338196</id><published>2010-12-25T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:06:16.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season to be jolly~</title><content type='html'>but i don't really feel that happy&lt;br /&gt;i think christmas can only feel really festive if everybody else gives a damn about making it feel festive.&lt;div&gt;why the heck am i saying that now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started doing a little dance when the clock hit twelve keke and my aunt was in my mum's room rushing to wrap our presents which were then unwrapped about 10 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;so glad my aunt is here in singapore ^^&lt;br /&gt;christmas dinner for 10 tomorrow at the Traders Hotel i think it's great to be able to spend christmas with extended family i love being with extended family it's fun to have a lot of people around (:&lt;br /&gt;have lots of presents to give out to people!! need to make dates keke and still need to get some /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6559244407068338196?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6559244407068338196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6559244407068338196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6559244407068338196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6559244407068338196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='tis the season to be jolly~'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-5217503617230296072</id><published>2010-12-22T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:46:45.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boku no Hatsukoi wo Kimi ni Sasagu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRIGuVSsvlI/AAAAAAAAA74/onjogKjOYtM/s1600/Singapore_posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRIGuVSsvlI/AAAAAAAAA74/onjogKjOYtM/s320/Singapore_posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553508683560566354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adding this to the list of Japanese things to watch!&lt;br /&gt;Another super melodramatic story about how someone is going to die bc of some health problem really young, but it's inoue mao (hanadan!!) and masaki okada (sekime in hana kimi) which i think is really cute&lt;br /&gt;this apparently showed in singapore in october so i'm a little D: why didn't i know and why didn't i watch (not that i could have bc it would be realllyyy close to the o's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/&lt;br /&gt;this movie is gorgeous!!!!!!!!! i cried so much watching it it's really beautiful&lt;br /&gt;i think inoue mao is just about the awesomest actress out there and she's so pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;and okada masaki IS A QT AND HAS CURLY HAIR&lt;br /&gt;even the pervy children were cute and i love how the story flowed really really touching movie&lt;br /&gt;the end part was a little creepy for a while but the sadness of it all kinda covers that&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT WATCH IT WATCH IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5217503617230296072?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5217503617230296072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5217503617230296072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5217503617230296072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5217503617230296072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/boku-no-hatsukoi-wo-kimi-ni-sasagu.html' title='Boku no Hatsukoi wo Kimi ni Sasagu'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRIGuVSsvlI/AAAAAAAAA74/onjogKjOYtM/s72-c/Singapore_posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-6334629705159483562</id><published>2010-12-22T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T17:07:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 9</title><content type='html'>9. The best couple that never happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRG_kkMUYJI/AAAAAAAAA7w/RTol6q7N7qY/s1600/tumblr_ldo5ihll5p1qcign5o1_r1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRG_kkMUYJI/AAAAAAAAA7w/RTol6q7N7qY/s320/tumblr_ldo5ihll5p1qcign5o1_r1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553430450436071570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6334629705159483562?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6334629705159483562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6334629705159483562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6334629705159483562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6334629705159483562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-9.html' title='hyd challenge day 9'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRG_kkMUYJI/AAAAAAAAA7w/RTol6q7N7qY/s72-c/tumblr_ldo5ihll5p1qcign5o1_r1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-4895705759777482446</id><published>2010-12-22T13:15:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:58:32.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time last year</title><content type='html'>i was in london ):&lt;br /&gt;and i had been to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGLk4_E6-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/m_yyoNs5Pkg/s1600/22576_259083238695_509173695_4452498_6900174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGLk4_E6-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/m_yyoNs5Pkg/s320/22576_259083238695_509173695_4452498_6900174_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553373281413032930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGMeDW3MwI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tmMOi6Dak-U/s1600/DSC08442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGMeDW3MwI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tmMOi6Dak-U/s320/DSC08442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553374263449694978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGMJFvE6GI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Xh7OC0k6JtU/s1600/22576_259083283695_509173695_4452503_3304293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGMJFvE6GI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Xh7OC0k6JtU/s320/22576_259083283695_509173695_4452503_3304293_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553373903310874722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGNQJ1YQlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/aiK0PyBTCtE/s1600/16849_456476810318_875615318_11060616_216279_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGNQJ1YQlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/aiK0PyBTCtE/s320/16849_456476810318_875615318_11060616_216279_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553375124181762642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGJe-agC-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/D-SvmW0ml-0/s1600/16849_456478615318_875615318_11060693_2711121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGJe-agC-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/D-SvmW0ml-0/s320/16849_456478615318_875615318_11060693_2711121_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553370980767763426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGQt2-Dl8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Wt6hHhkKD9o/s1600/19476_271469048695_509173695_4540641_6449821_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGQt2-Dl8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Wt6hHhkKD9o/s320/19476_271469048695_509173695_4540641_6449821_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553378933048842178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGKs6R26lI/AAAAAAAAA44/YBfSVWtwhV4/s1600/16849_456502505318_875615318_11060784_7993608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGKs6R26lI/AAAAAAAAA44/YBfSVWtwhV4/s320/16849_456502505318_875615318_11060784_7993608_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553372319687567954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGMyFuT9BI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/gshV8PpowAY/s1600/16849_456503980318_875615318_11060804_4442720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGMyFuT9BI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/gshV8PpowAY/s320/16849_456503980318_875615318_11060804_4442720_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553374607682302994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ate/drank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGNxK7XoZI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QQ28rNpSZFI/s1600/16849_456481350318_875615318_11060713_2966820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGNxK7XoZI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QQ28rNpSZFI/s320/16849_456481350318_875615318_11060713_2966820_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553375691411005842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGOs5p8IdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/xILYTu0hByQ/s1600/DSC08575.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGOs5p8IdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/xILYTu0hByQ/s320/DSC08575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553376717566648786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGPbZDw5FI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_TTqteRCOgg/s1600/16849_456477010318_875615318_11060619_6932071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGPbZDw5FI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_TTqteRCOgg/s320/16849_456477010318_875615318_11060619_6932071_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553377516270445650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGRLkrlHNI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Pyc7saFA2fI/s1600/DSC08765.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGRLkrlHNI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Pyc7saFA2fI/s320/DSC08765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553379443535584466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be shopping on oxford street now, and in a few days time i would be spending christmas doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGRfBf5GZI/AAAAAAAAA64/TCnl2w4SG9A/s1600/DSC08797.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGRfBf5GZI/AAAAAAAAA64/TCnl2w4SG9A/s320/DSC08797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553379777688705426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGRe1ofJwI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RsS560TwDbA/s1600/19476_274867958695_509173695_4567524_4593092_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGRe1ofJwI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RsS560TwDbA/s320/19476_274867958695_509173695_4567524_4593092_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553379774503528194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i would go sightseeing at Westminster Abbey and Big Ben and the London Eye and Covent Garden and Harrods and Buckingham Palace and ice-skating and watching Wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGSZ_9H50I/AAAAAAAAA7A/7B6xieOKglY/s1600/DSC08843.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGSZ_9H50I/AAAAAAAAA7A/7B6xieOKglY/s320/DSC08843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380790886721346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGSaJtcX2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/LWgLzTGuTzY/s1600/DSC08851.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGSaJtcX2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/LWgLzTGuTzY/s320/DSC08851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380793505308514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGSa_7DlVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Qp_j4Nj90bw/s1600/DSC08868.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGSa_7DlVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Qp_j4Nj90bw/s320/DSC08868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380808057918802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGSagiaQCI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/4cfxzY8LMzE/s1600/DSC08873.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGSagiaQCI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/4cfxzY8LMzE/s320/DSC08873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380799633047586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGTMiPm_6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/EApc_5nXiXU/s1600/19476_278125888695_509173695_4589075_2208868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGTMiPm_6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/EApc_5nXiXU/s320/19476_278125888695_509173695_4589075_2208868_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553381659084521378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGTM6JNk_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/hWkmpt5vsDg/s1600/19476_278126148695_509173695_4589101_3854931_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGTM6JNk_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/hWkmpt5vsDg/s320/19476_278126148695_509173695_4589101_3854931_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553381665500140530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss this place!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post is basically me realising that i also never put any pictures of the europe trip up keke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4895705759777482446?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4895705759777482446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4895705759777482446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4895705759777482446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4895705759777482446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-time-last-year.html' title='this time last year'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRGLk4_E6-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/m_yyoNs5Pkg/s72-c/22576_259083238695_509173695_4452498_6900174_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-865781801073506896</id><published>2010-12-22T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T01:35:32.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturn necklace</title><content type='html'>i want this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRDkZNCG-JI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ky0kAVnUOvA/s1600/img3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRDkZNCG-JI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ky0kAVnUOvA/s320/img3763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553189462194190482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which you can get from&lt;br /&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/thesaturnnecklace (even though it's only a replica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINTHINT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-865781801073506896?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/865781801073506896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=865781801073506896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/865781801073506896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/865781801073506896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturn-necklace.html' title='saturn necklace'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TRDkZNCG-JI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ky0kAVnUOvA/s72-c/img3763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-567223678379470464</id><published>2010-12-21T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:45:43.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 8</title><content type='html'>8. Favourite Boys before Flowers episode/book number&lt;br /&gt;OH THIS GOES WITHOUT SAYING TOO. Season 2 episode 5 ((: the domyouji-susumu bromance was so adorable i love satoshi tomiura &lt;br /&gt;and this was the episode where season 2 started looking better, the first episode completely bored me.&lt;br /&gt;but again, favourite bc domyouji is an awesome older brother to susumu&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to find any screenshots from the episode online ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=995991944993305542&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! look who's got the whole episode hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-567223678379470464?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/567223678379470464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=567223678379470464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/567223678379470464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/567223678379470464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-8.html' title='hyd challenge day 8'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-8056368013687373751</id><published>2010-12-20T21:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:09:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 7</title><content type='html'>7. Favourite couple in the series&lt;br /&gt;Is this even a question? srsly? do you need to ask me this???&lt;br /&gt;MY OTP. i shall now try to convince you by spamming pictures and videos bc i have no words to actually describe how much i love this pairing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMIgRoVMJpU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMIgRoVMJpU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9pNGkVwTI/AAAAAAAAA3w/RVB7pRVLLFg/s1600/tumblr_ldlzyo4SG11qb0hnbo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9pNGkVwTI/AAAAAAAAA3w/RVB7pRVLLFg/s320/tumblr_ldlzyo4SG11qb0hnbo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552772539393360178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9pmUTQjTI/AAAAAAAAA34/1hjMa5btRYY/s1600/tumblr_ldmv9akSI61qbxt6uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9pmUTQjTI/AAAAAAAAA34/1hjMa5btRYY/s320/tumblr_ldmv9akSI61qbxt6uo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552772972576542002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9rvr5DSRI/AAAAAAAAA4I/saaY6HlU-Y8/s1600/hana_yori_dango_3-200810182339212.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9rvr5DSRI/AAAAAAAAA4I/saaY6HlU-Y8/s320/hana_yori_dango_3-200810182339212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552775332551149842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9rvhlxzPI/AAAAAAAAA4A/RXxV5Y0COAY/s1600/112706-hana-yori-dango-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9rvhlxzPI/AAAAAAAAA4A/RXxV5Y0COAY/s320/112706-hana-yori-dango-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552775329785957618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9sOAbIXOI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-GERBUk-XcU/s1600/tumblr_l7j6zaAjr51qaw741o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9sOAbIXOI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-GERBUk-XcU/s320/tumblr_l7j6zaAjr51qaw741o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552775853458873570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9sB4_SAMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TWiOStWRBu4/s1600/tumblr_l7hennoxAL1qaw741o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9sB4_SAMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TWiOStWRBu4/s320/tumblr_l7hennoxAL1qaw741o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552775645304586434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9vZuPUKnI/AAAAAAAAA4g/pGbzxVaGOUU/s1600/weddingyay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9vZuPUKnI/AAAAAAAAA4g/pGbzxVaGOUU/s320/weddingyay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552779353270790770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-8056368013687373751?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8056368013687373751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=8056368013687373751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8056368013687373751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8056368013687373751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-7.html' title='hyd challenge day 7'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ9pNGkVwTI/AAAAAAAAA3w/RVB7pRVLLFg/s72-c/tumblr_ldlzyo4SG11qb0hnbo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-906319342415224777</id><published>2010-12-20T01:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:19:45.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jdramas to watch</title><content type='html'>i'm the kind who watches dramas bc of the ppl in them hehe so you will see lots of overlap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gokusen&lt;br /&gt;which i have started on, i mean, how could i not have seen this yet? it's one of the greatest jdramas ever, and it has matsujun and oguri shun together again &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ5KevUOehI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/QxKjQw4WFwk/s320/gokusen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552457282552232466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. koizora&lt;br /&gt;this sounds like a really melodramatic story, but hey i like dramas and seto koji is in this one (: and it only has 6 episodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ5KwShlswI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Q3JOfHQWcM0/s1600/koizora_jdrama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ5KwShlswI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Q3JOfHQWcM0/s320/koizora_jdrama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552457584061297410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but koji looks a little strange blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. atashinchi no danshi&lt;br /&gt;not that excited by the plot, but it's got maki, yusuke and koji in it so it should be pretty good!! and i've seen a gif of koji cross-dressing, so why would i miss out on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ5J4Nx2lfI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/r8cWOvpnUFA/s1600/atashinchi_no_danshi-banner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ5J4Nx2lfI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/r8cWOvpnUFA/s320/atashinchi_no_danshi-banner1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552456620714661362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm at it, i might as well mention i watched Tumbling this week (anyone on my twitter feed would definitely know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ5L2UnEg8I/AAAAAAAAA3o/fls64F2FLmk/s1600/tumbling.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ5L2UnEg8I/AAAAAAAAA3o/fls64F2FLmk/s320/tumbling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552458787212002242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like this show because they actually do gymnastics, and i really admire the actors for learning how to do gymnastics and doing it well!! i love watching gymnastics. and all the boys together are so cute even though they look really gay in their costumes but STILL. and the cast is awesome. there's satoshi tomiura and koji and yusuke as well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do realise my blog has become a spam of jdrama since i revived it, but who can deny the osmness of jdramas? going to rewatch hana kimi tmrw ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-906319342415224777?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/906319342415224777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=906319342415224777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/906319342415224777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/906319342415224777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/jdramas-to-watch.html' title='jdramas to watch'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ5KevUOehI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/QxKjQw4WFwk/s72-c/gokusen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-4831284866955276734</id><published>2010-12-19T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:39:13.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 6</title><content type='html'>6. Favourite bad guy/villain/antagonist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ4JLB3gTjI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3FWTlMqQJqk/s1600/hanadan-sato-megumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ4JLB3gTjI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3FWTlMqQJqk/s320/hanadan-sato-megumi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552385475678850610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't actually like any of the villains, but since i have to - it's sakurako, bc she's a crazy bitch. and when she's not being a bitch she's just crazy. and her evil eyes look ZOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ4KnlMbKsI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8W5HNuCD1Go/s1600/tumblr_ktjn0tfyes1qa2ru5o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ4KnlMbKsI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8W5HNuCD1Go/s320/tumblr_ktjn0tfyes1qa2ru5o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552387065709800130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is actually not the worst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4831284866955276734?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4831284866955276734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4831284866955276734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4831284866955276734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4831284866955276734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-6.html' title='hyd challenge day 6'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQ4JLB3gTjI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3FWTlMqQJqk/s72-c/hanadan-sato-megumi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-8723595342451932353</id><published>2010-12-18T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:52:52.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>4. Favourite female character&lt;br /&gt;i guess the normal thing will be to immediately say makino, because she is awesome. but i think i have to give this to DOMYOUJI TSUBAKI bc she's an osm nee-chan and she can hold her own even though she didn't overcome the old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQzX-ARGvZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/AXPlsgGea6o/s1600/Domyouji%2BTsubaki%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQzX-ARGvZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/AXPlsgGea6o/s320/Domyouji%2BTsubaki%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552049900864585106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Favourite male character&lt;br /&gt;well isn't this obvious. HANAZAWA RUI!! just read day 3 again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-8723595342451932353?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8723595342451932353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=8723595342451932353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8723595342451932353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8723595342451932353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-4-5.html' title='hyd challenge day 4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQzX-ARGvZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/AXPlsgGea6o/s72-c/Domyouji%2BTsubaki%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-1658943492992450117</id><published>2010-12-17T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:03:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day to be remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQsXjsz9i_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/W0MoYCVd-Kc/s1600/contact-lens.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQsXjsz9i_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/W0MoYCVd-Kc/s320/contact-lens.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551556867756231666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAS CONQUERED PUTTING ON CONTACTS IN LESS THAN HOUR, IN FACT - LESS THAN HALF AN HOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOOYAHHHHHHHHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't i have done that during prom /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1658943492992450117?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1658943492992450117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1658943492992450117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1658943492992450117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1658943492992450117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-to-be-remembered.html' title='day to be remembered'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQsXjsz9i_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/W0MoYCVd-Kc/s72-c/contact-lens.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-2762996900867239398</id><published>2010-12-16T11:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:04:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 3</title><content type='html'>3. Favourite F4 member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQmNr8khPFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WD-E20GIRTI/s1600/tumblr_ktzy3mq9Ae1qa95rj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQmNr8khPFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WD-E20GIRTI/s320/tumblr_ktzy3mq9Ae1qa95rj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551123801844038738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't have both? &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQmN-hKueZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/CHTsJTsl3ro/s1600/tumblr_kvo009gMBs1qa8wjbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQmN-hKueZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/CHTsJTsl3ro/s320/tumblr_kvo009gMBs1qa8wjbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551124120905611666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQmPSj04T2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pBvJiLpkQZk/s1600/oguri_shun___wallpaper_by_coldenigma.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/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQmPSj04T2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pBvJiLpkQZk/s320/oguri_shun___wallpaper_by_coldenigma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551125564728299362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bc he was so osm right from the start AND HIS FACE OMG HIS FACE. &lt;br /&gt;he's so selfless and kind and brooding and he's has a good sixth sense (about umi) and he's such a good friend by giving up makino for domyouji and even helping them all the way through&lt;br /&gt;AND HE'S SO SQUISHY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2762996900867239398?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2762996900867239398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2762996900867239398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2762996900867239398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2762996900867239398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-3.html' title='hyd challenge day 3'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQmNr8khPFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WD-E20GIRTI/s72-c/tumblr_ktzy3mq9Ae1qa95rj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-3118193650522100230</id><published>2010-12-16T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:29:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 2</title><content type='html'>2. Favourite version of Boys Before Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQj5-DLkCCI/AAAAAAAAA14/9uYZXqrmIog/s1600/hana-yori-dango-final-large-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQj5-DLkCCI/AAAAAAAAA14/9uYZXqrmIog/s320/hana-yori-dango-final-large-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550961385135147042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;JAPANESE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it somehow manages to really engage you when you're watching and the mood is just right for all the scenes, compared to the korean series, i tend to laugh at the scenes that should have a serious mood - which rly shouldn't be so.&lt;br /&gt;so many OL emotions watching this version and their acting is so good, you really feel for the characters (,:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3118193650522100230?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3118193650522100230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3118193650522100230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3118193650522100230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3118193650522100230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-2.html' title='hyd challenge day 2'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQj5-DLkCCI/AAAAAAAAA14/9uYZXqrmIog/s72-c/hana-yori-dango-final-large-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-5913921982641093804</id><published>2010-12-14T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:32:22.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge day 1</title><content type='html'>1. All of the versions of Boys Before Flowers you've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQj7kilqBYI/AAAAAAAAA2A/xdOl9kGxIVs/s1600/3251894999_bdbba10850_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQj7kilqBYI/AAAAAAAAA2A/xdOl9kGxIVs/s320/3251894999_bdbba10850_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550963145912747394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. only the japanese one and bits of the korean one. i'm a fail whale.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get round to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5913921982641093804?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5913921982641093804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5913921982641093804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5913921982641093804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5913921982641093804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge-day-1.html' title='hyd challenge day 1'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/TQj7kilqBYI/AAAAAAAAA2A/xdOl9kGxIVs/s72-c/3251894999_bdbba10850_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-7485197629979207946</id><published>2010-12-14T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:16:14.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyd challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;will try to complete this excite :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30 Day Boys Before Flowers Challenge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the versions of Boys Before Flowers you’ve seen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite version of Boys Before Flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite F4 member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite female character&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite male character&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite bad guy/ villain/ antagonist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite couple in the series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite Boys Before Flowers episode/book number&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best couple that never happened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best thing that happened in the series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something you wished happened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Least favorite version of Boys Before Flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Least favorite F4 member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Least favorite female character&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Least favorite male character&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Least favorite bad guy/ villain/ antagonist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Least favorite couple in the series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The worst couple that could ever happen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The worst thing that happened in the series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something you wish never happened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A scene that made you cry the hardest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A scene that made you laugh the hardest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A scene that was the most romantic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The character you most relate to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A character you wished you saw more of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A picture of anything Boys Before Flowers related&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A video of anything Boys Before Flowers related&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A quote from Boys Before Flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many stars you would give each version you’ve seen of Boys Before Flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A recommendation to watch/read Boys Before Flowers and why&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-7485197629979207946?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/7485197629979207946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=7485197629979207946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7485197629979207946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7485197629979207946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/hyd-challenge.html' title='hyd challenge'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-8692603123292520010</id><published>2010-12-13T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:19:20.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby it's cold outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTnwv2NN-DI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTnwv2NN-DI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love this video for so many reasons one of them obviously being bc i have a kurt bias and he may be the only reason i still watch glee (apart from the singing) and darren and chris' voices together make me wanna melt it's so cute and i feel so festive listening to it and the way darren moves!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's been such a long time since glee has done a song reallyyyyy well, this being it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-8692603123292520010?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8692603123292520010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=8692603123292520010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8692603123292520010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8692603123292520010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='baby it&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-4729254464152202772</id><published>2010-12-13T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:19:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humdeedum</title><content type='html'>i really don't see a point in blogging anymore&lt;div&gt;i'm not very good at expressing myself and i usually end up sounding completely boring. if i were someone else i wouldn't want to read my own blog, just that it's mine, and i like to relive memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again i will feel sad completely abandoning my blog of 6 years. i don't believe in deleting blogs and opening a new chapter and all that (i'm not judging you if you are one of those ppl, it's just my belief), in the end it is your &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4729254464152202772?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4729254464152202772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4729254464152202772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4729254464152202772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4729254464152202772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/12/humdeedum.html' title='humdeedum'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-9002575909104393370</id><published>2010-04-03T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:11:12.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen.</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored now, so I'm just blogging because I can't think of anything else to do. March is an awesome month to be born in (: Especially the end of march when there is this mass of people who are born around the same time as you i.e. Shen-nen, Chris, Julia, Wenyao, Say-yin, Bing and many many more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like to thank everyone for their wishes, I can't list because my fb wall was totally spammed and i deleted all the messages in my phone because the inbox was full. But you know who you are, so thank you, your wishes are appreciated veryvery much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much on my birthday. There was school, and training. Then I went out for dinner, went home, slept, and woke up at 3.30am to study for Physics. So in short, my birthday wasn't all that great this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun looking back at old posts. I was such a loser back then. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-9002575909104393370?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/9002575909104393370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=9002575909104393370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/9002575909104393370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/9002575909104393370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/04/sixteen.html' title='sixteen.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-2136263371797980949</id><published>2010-04-02T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:50:11.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday should be a MUNday.</title><content type='html'>SCMUN - General Assembly 1, directors.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much that I could rattle on about, like the ice-skating and the waffle-making and the uncontrollable laughing and the singing and the gossiping, but then this blog post would become terribly dry to those people who don't get how awesome MUN is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directors baking and GA1 outing was awesome. This is the best public holiday in a long time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333 everybody ttm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry about the unmatching photos, haven't uploaded today's ones yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S7YRftPBR0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/M0H11w8aZKg/s1600/IMG_9846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: center; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455567235022145346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S7YRftPBR0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/M0H11w8aZKg/s320/IMG_9846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S7YRgBUM9JI/AAAAAAAAA1g/fR_aQj-0nOU/s1600/IMG_9848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: center; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455567240412591250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S7YRgBUM9JI/AAAAAAAAA1g/fR_aQj-0nOU/s320/IMG_9848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2136263371797980949?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2136263371797980949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2136263371797980949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2136263371797980949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2136263371797980949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyday-should-be-munday.html' title='everyday should be a MUNday.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S7YRftPBR0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/M0H11w8aZKg/s72-c/IMG_9846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-1344634584640313042</id><published>2010-02-06T16:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:19:40.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls in blue, passion shining through</title><content type='html'>So life's been really crazy, haven't had anytime to really update or anything. There's really no use blogging about how boring school is and how stressful it is because it's the O level year, because everybody who actually reads this blog has probably seen me complaining already. So, let's just talk events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PREFECTS' INVESTITURE 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pqg70jOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/IxR3ney0ZiE/s1600-h/17965_277823542884_524182884_3337474_1437302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pqg70jOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/IxR3ney0ZiE/s320/17965_277823542884_524182884_3337474_1437302_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435046135678143714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pyibNgoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/9Uy4Gzpa9Ys/s1600-h/22776_322032893695_509173695_4807471_7647847_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pyibNgoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/9Uy4Gzpa9Ys/s320/22776_322032893695_509173695_4807471_7647847_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435046273517191810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pyyGdchI/AAAAAAAAA1I/mY4cl-q7kz0/s1600-h/22776_322032953695_509173695_4807476_1906435_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pyyGdchI/AAAAAAAAA1I/mY4cl-q7kz0/s320/22776_322032953695_509173695_4807476_1906435_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435046277725123090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20prv1_MFI/AAAAAAAAA04/UphRcP2AGgM/s1600-h/19531_1313877519302_1001585650_30979643_1167772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20prv1_MFI/AAAAAAAAA04/UphRcP2AGgM/s320/19531_1313877519302_1001585650_30979643_1167772_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435046156860076114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead up to investiture was different from the others, that's for sure. I had missed so many invest pracs during the holiday and when school started, it didn't really feel like it was coming at all. Until the week finally came. I do believe Investiture was one of the reasons why I had wanted exco. After going through two investitures already, this was really something I wanted to help make a success or a failure. As much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was with no doubt bumpy, changes being made just a few days before the investiture itself, changes that made the board upset, changes that made me mad (standing in circles and complaining with nat running in and making random comments, haha), changes that we basically didn't agree with. Our traditions were changed. Our performance, which normally included the full board, included only 1/2 of the board. And with so few people, the turn up for investiture pracs would always look so pathetic, even though most of the people may have been there. We were not allowed to sing the old board song as a tribute to the batch before because it would apparently segregate us from the primary school. The programme was totally messed up, with 6 speeches being made in a row, and then about an hour of hearing 142 names being called out. Following that we all had to put our badges on stage. But what could we do? I had wanted to speak with them, but I whenever I mentioned it, it just wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what I love about investiture? It's that feeling when you stand on stage and you sing the board song with so much conviction and you know all the shit that you were put through, all the investiture practices, everything, was just so worth it. The feeling when you see so many eyes watching you, and you just really want to do the best you can, and no matter what happens, there are 85 other people who are feeling the same thing as you. I mean, there were definitely hiccups during the actual event, but who would have noticed, and who would have cared so much that they would leave thinking that we were screwed up? No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is really after the programme, when schools would come into the PB room and they tell us how much they enjoyed our investiture, and the high. The running, the screaming, the cam whoring, the laughing. The failed jump shots, the singing, the cheering (which I loved so much because it was our little way of rebelling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried after the KA was emptied of people, and everyone was going around stage hugging each other. 3 years of this, it's just such an amazing experience, and this is something true to sc, no where else is going to have that same feeling. I doesn't matter who we're guided by, it doesn't matter whether it's stressful or not, because what really matters is that we go through it with each other. I sometimes fear that feeling is slowly disappearing, and that people are finding this such a chore. But it really shouldn't be that way. The board is what we make it, and how we make it is our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The board dinner was fun. We went to back to Breeks, just like in 2008, just that they had renovated the place. I didn't sit in a big group, because all the group tables were taken, so I just shared a booth with nat, and the two of us had our own fun. It's so fun when you can go to a public place in uniform, and you just don't care about upholding your school reputation and you just let loose and have fun, because the whole restaurant was ours. The giant group shots, and the serious serious cam whoring. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pq3D6rFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/nmkPUGG7kOM/s1600-h/17965_277824252884_524182884_3337552_4171252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pq3D6rFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/nmkPUGG7kOM/s320/17965_277824252884_524182884_3337552_4171252_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435046141617679442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just keep going on and on about the same things. But these kinds of things are just so hard to explain, and you have to go through it yourself to see and feel it. At least from my POV. I really just hope that the feeling of love and friendship in the board doesn't die out because of the changes the board is put through, because essentially it is still the same board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you, 59th SCPB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20zcUqFC7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/V8M7y0soXlY/s1600-h/19237_1255556481536_1608321056_30630901_8287831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20zcUqFC7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/V8M7y0soXlY/s320/19237_1255556481536_1608321056_30630901_8287831_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435056886980610994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20prIf2q2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/Pl_XWJfMdlQ/s1600-h/19237_1255555961523_1608321056_30630889_881172_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20prIf2q2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/Pl_XWJfMdlQ/s320/19237_1255555961523_1608321056_30630889_881172_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435046146298260322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So when you find the passion,&lt;br /&gt;together we will see&lt;br /&gt;all the great and amazing thing&lt;br /&gt;we can achieve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1344634584640313042?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1344634584640313042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1344634584640313042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1344634584640313042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1344634584640313042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-in-blue-passion-shining-through.html' title='Girls in blue, passion shining through'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/S20pqg70jOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/IxR3ney0ZiE/s72-c/17965_277823542884_524182884_3337474_1437302_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-2191134539876822940</id><published>2009-12-29T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:46:42.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London bridge is not falling down, contrary to nursery rhyme.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Been a week since I reached London. Doesn't really feel like it since majority of what we've been doing is shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Street is AMAZING. Uniqlo, Topshop, Mango, H&amp;amp;M, New Look, Accessorize, Urban Outfitters, American Apparel, etc., etc. And each of these stores are at least 3 stories high and FULL of clothes and what nots. And there aren't only one of those shops along the street. There are MANY. I think I saw like 4 uniqlo's and 5 H&amp;amp;Ms or something.&lt;br /&gt;So there was full on shopping for 3 days. Christmas was kind of quiet because a lot of stores were closed on Christmas day. We woke up late, went to have some chinese food and then took a walk around our neighbourhood (which is very nice because there are many many restaurants and stuff and a shopping mall :D). Then my mum and sis cooked dinner of like roast chicken and mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite nice living in a serviced apartment. The only thing is like having to carry groceries back. But I kind of just try to do weights. HAHA. Like seriously. While walking back to the apartment I'd do weights with the grocery bag. That's another thing about London. If we aren't tubing, we are walking. Walk walk walk EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm not trying to recount my whole London trip right now. Shall do that some other time next year when I can upload my photos.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be going to the Museum of Natural History today and Harrod's and eat crepes and then go ice-skating at an outdoor rink at night.&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.42pm now. I don't know how we're going to accomplish all that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for ice-skating :D It's been a whole year!! And outdoor too. With like all the scenery around you.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I bought a pink leather notebook yesterday, finally going to start writing a diary again, because I figured there's too much that goes on in my head that I can't tell anyone or write here because it'll be too sensitive! It's gorgeous :D Paperchase was having this like big sale. Yay for boxing day. :D&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out NAO. NAONAONAO.&lt;br /&gt;OH. Forgot. Merry Chistmas everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;And boxing day!&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't come back on, HAPPY NEW YEAR :D&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, I should probably do my year recap shouldn't I? A little lazy to now though. It's nicer to do at home. But when school starts.. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2191134539876822940?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2191134539876822940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2191134539876822940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2191134539876822940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2191134539876822940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-been-week-since-i-reached-london.html' title='London bridge is not falling down, contrary to nursery rhyme.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-4425445895815100406</id><published>2009-12-22T05:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:46:07.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAR-EE</title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;It's 10.30pm here in Paris, last night here!&lt;br /&gt;Quick update after a week:&lt;br /&gt;Been to Bristol&lt;br /&gt;Weather is COLD&lt;br /&gt;Rome is nice, the weather was AWESOME while there, sun all the way (:&lt;br /&gt;Ate 4 gelatos in 3 days, one of them having 5 flavours at one go. Awesome, yes?&lt;br /&gt;EUROSTAR omg.&lt;br /&gt;Took the night train from Rome to Paris, the supposedly 15hour trip became 22 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to finally complete some homework though.&lt;br /&gt;My family is seriously lucky on that ride though it didn't seem like it.&lt;br /&gt;The train didn't break down, and along the way they gave us food, though not the most satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really sad for those people who passed away on some of the other eurostar trains ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I prefer Paris to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;Streets are wider, it's better arranged and stuff. And the SNOW. Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a park in front of the eiffel tower all covered in a blanket of white. Absolute love.&lt;br /&gt;Ok off to London tomorrow, taking a flight instead of the eurostar thank goodness. I mean, we were going to take a train but after all this...&lt;br /&gt;Ok internet's running out on the hotel computer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time I get internet and can be bothered to blog hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4425445895815100406?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4425445895815100406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4425445895815100406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4425445895815100406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4425445895815100406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/12/par-ee.html' title='PAR-EE'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-5915360394147199732</id><published>2009-12-13T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:56:29.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving!</title><content type='html'>Leaving for London in 7 hours!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going still.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I see/meet mcfly, or at least just tom. But like that's ever going to really happen right? Right. I will still keep my eyes peeled!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Singapore and everybody in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 farewell for one ):&lt;br /&gt;I want to see everyone one more time before they all go to jc!&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to have a new year, because I'll be on a plane and constantly changing time zones. Maybe it's a good thing because last year's new year kind of sucked big time.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS in london will be amazing though! The only sad part is not being able to randomly go around msn and say MERRY CHRISTMAS to every online contact when it reaches 12 (:&lt;br /&gt;OK, so BYE EVERYONE. I WILL MISS YOU DUODUO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5915360394147199732?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5915360394147199732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5915360394147199732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5915360394147199732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5915360394147199732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/12/leaving.html' title='leaving!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-2322298900628472595</id><published>2009-12-11T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:27:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa's BIRTHDAYY</title><content type='html'>Ok this is a really delayed post, but I suddenly had the "I-feel-like-blogging" urge after not having it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two weeks ago it was ELISA LUR'S BIRTHDAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;Practically the whole sec 3 team was away because they all pretty much went to Malaysia on that particular weekend, so the remainder was Wenhui, Sa and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that beautiful (BURNING HOT) Saturday morning, we went to Sa's house to go surprise her at like 10 in the morning. It's really near my kindegarten! HAHA Just that I didn't see it. I had to wait in the sun for a while, because I kind of forgot their unit number and also forgot that it was in my phone. Had to wait for Wenhui, and Sa's mother came down to pick us up, because Na couldn't if not it'd be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the house, haven't been there before so it was quite exciting. HEHE. Then we went to knock on her room door and then when she opened it we were like "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" that kinda thing. I SWEAR HER FACE WAS EPIC. Not quite as epic as when we went to PF's house in May and she slammed the door on us, but still. Shock. How fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SyHXhCI8ZiI/AAAAAAAAA0E/sbKQVRcWQVM/s1600-h/DSC08324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413845189586085410" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SyHXhCI8ZiI/AAAAAAAAA0E/sbKQVRcWQVM/s320/DSC08324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave her the tweety bird cake and then sang her a song and stuff. Then we charged our way into their room and played the Game of Life. I had the most pathetic pay in the world! I couldn't even make it to being a millionaire. Na actually had 20,000 at first, but then she spun 9 twice and so she got the 100,000 one after that because she was an entertainer or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SyHXhlR_9hI/AAAAAAAAA0M/j-tEULEfTeM/s1600-h/DSC08340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413845199019308562" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SyHXhlR_9hI/AAAAAAAAA0M/j-tEULEfTeM/s320/DSC08340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing we had to rush over to Square 2 where we ate our lunch in 10 minutes because I had to be in school at 1. And the game had dragged on so long because wenhui and sa both couldn't retire. And we ate at Sakae mind you! Hot, soupy stuff like ramen and soba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a fun morning, quite relaxing! I can't believe Sa and Na's room have candy stuck on the ceiling. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2322298900628472595?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2322298900628472595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2322298900628472595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2322298900628472595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2322298900628472595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/12/sas-birthdayy.html' title='Sa&apos;s BIRTHDAYY'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SyHXhCI8ZiI/AAAAAAAAA0E/sbKQVRcWQVM/s72-c/DSC08324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-2249313203346527854</id><published>2009-11-24T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:12:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twitcam</title><content type='html'>OMG I FEEL HAPPINESS INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JAMES BOURNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who used to be in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUSTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; twitcammed and then I tweet chatted and then he &lt;strong&gt;REPLIED&lt;/strong&gt; to it on twitcam!&lt;br /&gt;In case you have forgotten who he is, or how he looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/lx/artist_images/608/000/000/608-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/lx/artist_images/608/000/000/608-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that he doesn't really look like that now. He looks more messed up. HAHA. But he just woke up from bed then. So.&lt;br /&gt;ULTIMATE HAPPINESS. Not that I love him so much, but it is SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Thomas Michael Fletcher just needs to get started on that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2249313203346527854?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2249313203346527854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2249313203346527854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2249313203346527854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2249313203346527854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/11/twitcam.html' title='twitcam'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-6202544617896968229</id><published>2009-11-21T18:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:42:51.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good player; no luck</title><content type='html'>Back from KL trip! (:&lt;br /&gt;The Kl trip was 3 days of training and hard work and tiredness, 1 day of shopping, 1 day of travelling, 4 nights of fun and some other ups and downs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joellyn and Sa are the meanest, yet most effective wake up calls. They would knock and call and come into the room and pull our blanket away and try to pull my pants off and tickle me. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antje is the best roommate in the way that we both think the same when it comes to getting up and stuff, though the repetition of Wedding Dress by Taeyung countless times during the stay there kind of made me sianz ttm. HAHA, bad in the way that we both can't wake up in the morning and hence need Joe and Sa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am and got to school at 6am. D:&lt;br /&gt;Slept for half the trip, watched twilight - annoying joe joe with wenhui, pf and my squealing along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped along the way for a snack and for lunch. Hahah lunch was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lin loves bell peppers a lot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV4raskvI/AAAAAAAAAw8/HbZsGCVmNE4/s1600/DSC08098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406525047385658098" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV4raskvI/AAAAAAAAAw8/HbZsGCVmNE4/s320/DSC08098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked into the Hilton when we reached there then went off for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV5KjY69I/AAAAAAAAAxE/e0czJNCYoCg/s1600/DSC08105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406525055743618002" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV5KjY69I/AAAAAAAAAxE/e0czJNCYoCg/s320/DSC08105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was actually nothing that much different from the normal training we have in school, just that there were more coaches, so they could give us more attention.&lt;br /&gt;The physical was quite killer - running, footwork and step-ups on the really high benches.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty proud of myself for sticking through with it and not giving up along the way.&lt;br /&gt;And they told us that that was only the warm-up for the next few trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Midvalley Megamall for dinner at the food court. We went around afterwards, shared two scoops of Baskin Robbins with Sa. Super good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;When PF and Wenhui went off to go do some shopping, Antje, Siew, Joe, Sa and I went to some Pet Wonderland or something and we looked at all the animals. There were like the normal kind, dogs, birds, guinea pigs, then there were the tarantulas and the iguanas which were really disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION: does anyone know what the name of Jason's iguana in Foxtrot?&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot!&lt;br /&gt;The dogs were really cute! There was one dog which looked like a teddy bear who would keep biting the man's jeans, then there was this chowchow who would chase the other dogs around. We were like some crazy fans or something trying to reach out and touch the dogs. One of the dogs bit my toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV5gsiPrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Lm7oOHwhu4s/s1600/DSC08107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406525061687557810" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV5gsiPrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Lm7oOHwhu4s/s320/DSC08107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV6Oun-MI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3IngdG4po9k/s1600/DSC08117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406525074044352706" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV6Oun-MI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3IngdG4po9k/s320/DSC08117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel and made videos. Haha. Would post them here if Je didn't private the videos on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training the whole day. It was really tiring! The first physical really killed me. We had to run 10 returns along five courts in 3 minutes and 30 seconds, meaning that we had to run each return in 33 seconds. Which is insane. I finished it in like 3 minutes and 42 seconds or something like that, and that was with Ms Lin running next to me, telling me to push my arms harder or make my steps bigger. I wanted to just drop dead then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally didn't feel like eating lunch after that, but had to force myself to anyway, if not I would have suffered more during the afternoon training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV6kdzkcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4FtRiLhRYk8/s1600/DSC08119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406525079879389634" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV6kdzkcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4FtRiLhRYk8/s320/DSC08119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon physical was not as tiring as compared to the morning one for sure, but still tiring. I really hate squat and splits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaTs1o2CI/AAAAAAAAAxk/2g-XdtRHExg/s1600/DSC08127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529909670074402" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaTs1o2CI/AAAAAAAAAxk/2g-XdtRHExg/s320/DSC08127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;giant racket!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Subway for dinner. Omg, that was the worse dinner of the whole trip. The group leaders had to order the food for the whole group, and there are like 38 people trying to clammer to get food first, and my group, though called group 1 ended up ordering last.&lt;br /&gt;I got so stressed because people would just keep telling me that they were hungry and that they were wanted to eat, as if I didn't want to right!&lt;br /&gt;Then the man who was taking the order from me didn't quite listen properly, and then I ordered something wrongly which made me feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Yin Ling was really a big help because she handled the cookies for me and then would help to give out the sandwiches (though she did give out a couple wrongly). THANKS A LOT LING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaUHx5z2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Z8HJX6P60gI/s1600/DSC08137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529916902166370" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaUHx5z2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Z8HJX6P60gI/s320/DSC08137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaUs9n6OI/AAAAAAAAAx0/pkxpj2IKLFA/s1600/DSC08165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529926883436770" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaUs9n6OI/AAAAAAAAAx0/pkxpj2IKLFA/s320/DSC08165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaU7z8pEI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uB9KSLyR6Ms/s1600/DSC08177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529930869384258" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaU7z8pEI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uB9KSLyR6Ms/s320/DSC08177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Giant after dinner to buy some food to eat at night. Antje, Siew, Pei Fen and I were like in this alley just looking around, when suddenly this man suddenly asked us if we knew where the Chinese restaurant was and we were like we don't know. Then he asked us where we were from and said that he was going to go there. Then he said he was with his wife, and this woman walked into the alley then. Then he started asking us about Singaporean currency and he kept bugging us to see a 50 dollar note and we kept saying that we didn't have one, then he took Antje's WHOLE wallet and started looking through it! When he couldn't find it he turned to mine but I refused to let go of it. We were so freaked out and Siew went to find Mrs Wong and Ms Miranti. Later, we saw the woman he claimed to be his wife with another man who was probably her real husband. We were all so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel room and Antje seriously freaked out! Like whenever the door was knocked because the bdf people were coming over, she would shout "LOOK THROUGH THE DOOR HOLE LOOK THROUGH THE DOOR HOLE". We made more videos at night. It's seriously very fun! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaVTVEmpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Q1S4sRewBE8/s1600/DSC08186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406529937182333586" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfaVTVEmpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Q1S4sRewBE8/s320/DSC08186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;video cast photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was pushed back in the morning, thankfully. This training wasn't very tiring because we were playing against Malaysian State players later in the afternoon. We played the one-hit game and then did some light training. Physical also wasn't bad because it was very little footwork and very little footwork. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;We gave the coaches some gifts and then took pictures with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe7BuaFBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/A8CcKshV2rc/s1600/DSC08190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406534983338300434" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe7BuaFBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/A8CcKshV2rc/s320/DSC08190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe7kiX1CI/AAAAAAAAAyU/6892h-_6DLU/s1600/DSC08202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406534992683062306" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe7kiX1CI/AAAAAAAAAyU/6892h-_6DLU/s320/DSC08202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the same place as the day beofre, food wasn't all that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the KLBA in the afternoon, the places in malaysia as compared to Singapore are really rundown, like the roof at the KLBA would leak, leaving puddles of water in some courts, rendering them unplayable in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe74MsZ5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/aF2oLOu18fo/s1600/DSC08215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406534997960845202" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe74MsZ5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/aF2oLOu18fo/s320/DSC08215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played against people who were like either our age or younger, and well, lost pretty badly to them, quite obviously. Some of the guys there were so annoying! Like yellow shirt boy would laugh at Qiqi when she couldn't get the shot or when she fell down. Then turquoise shirt boy also. Like they would keep smiling for no reason! There was only one nice white and green shirt boy who was really nice to angeline, like he never smashed her at all, and would only drop.&lt;br /&gt;We then presented them with our sad, pretty darn pathetic gifts (think, 2006 childrens' day bags with 2009 national day highlighters, etc) and we wanted to run away and never see their faces again because we were so embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the A&amp;amp;W behind our hotel, ordering for me wasn't that bad anymore, because I just made them order themselves. Antje and I went to gossip with the sec 1's which was actually really fun, I'm so glad that they are really bonded now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe8egFotI/AAAAAAAAAyk/BEErImrL6BY/s1600/DSC08228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406535008242737874" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe8egFotI/AAAAAAAAAyk/BEErImrL6BY/s320/DSC08228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe8sIFa_I/AAAAAAAAAys/Gl14LwTpG6s/s1600/DSC08230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406535011900156914" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Swfe8sIFa_I/AAAAAAAAAys/Gl14LwTpG6s/s320/DSC08230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wenhui's room at night. Nearly thought I lost the room key, but it turned out to be in Joe and PF's room, thank goodness. ML went on spot check really early and chased us all back to our room even though we didn't have training or anything the next day.&lt;br /&gt;But Joe and PF came over to our room later since we were separated from the rest of the people and we gossiped until later at night then they left. Then Antje and I couldn't really sleep so we kind of just lay in bed and talked some more until 1. That was really fun and I think we really grew closer during that hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling in the morning at Sunway Pyramid. Damn I suck. The highest I got was like 50+ hahhaha! Wenhui was like sucking at the beginning, but then suddenly she like bloomed and got like 90+ for her games! We were all like whoaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkQINox8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/nD4i-umFHY0/s1600/DSC08253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406540843415291842" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkQINox8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/nD4i-umFHY0/s320/DSC08253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, the bdf split up again to do different stuff. Siew, Sa and I went to the arcade to play. It was all like kiddy versions of games we usually play. Like there was this really kiddy version of DDR, where the songs you could dance to were like Mary Had a Little Lamb and When the Saints Go Marching In. And then there was also this "shooting" game where you are exterminators and you have to spray the insects in the screen using these little spray guns.&lt;br /&gt;My air hockey is absolutely fail! Out of the 7 points that Sa got from me, I think ALL of them I ended up scoring own goals -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkQpSfysI/AAAAAAAAAy8/AcJLeHB6H2A/s1600/DSC08267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406540852294044354" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkQpSfysI/AAAAAAAAAy8/AcJLeHB6H2A/s320/DSC08267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we played most of the games, we went walking around. Siew and I got pretzels, and then we found a shop that was selling these mountains of gummies and sweets, and they were giving testers. So Sa and I just made our rounds trying whatever we wanted. HEHE. At least Siew bought something! Then we saw ML going to eat lunch at the Chicken Rice Shop so we went in and sat with him and he bought us Pai Tee. HEHE. The Pai Tee was really good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the load of food we ate, I couldn't finish my lunch. It was really spicy because it was Black Pepper chicken chop. We all felt a little tired after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this chocolate gallery selling overpriced homemade chocolate. Couldn't really find any of the testers, and didn't dare to go to the toilet so it was pretty boring. China old lady pissed me off by squishing her way through the crowd. I successfully stuck 3 stickers on Sarah's back without her noticing, until everybody else started doing it and she noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkQ2JLMaI/AAAAAAAAAzE/EEHpm7i__hU/s1600/DSC08278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406540855744606626" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkQ2JLMaI/AAAAAAAAAzE/EEHpm7i__hU/s320/DSC08278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Metrojaya Times Square. Had some starbucks first, attempted to use the free wireless, but it was so slow! Joe noticed that most of the people using computers there were playing Farmville! HAHA. Then we went to take a look at the indoor theme park that ML had disallowed us to go to. The rollercoaster is really freaky, not only because there is a 360 degree turn, but also because it doesn't look all that sturdy and safe. We got scared just wacthing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this ride which we had thought was the roller coaster, but actually it was a ride that would just go round and round in circles at a high speed. Sa and I thought that the train was just really long at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, we went shopping for gifts for the teachers. We tried bargaining, but it really didn't work all that well. We got magnets for Mrs Wong, Patrick Star for Ms Miranti, a Garfield bolster for Ms Hanifah, the Nightmare Before Christmas slippers for Ms Lin and a Mr Bean bear for Mr Lau. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought like a team watch. It's like this watch that has cute cartoon character designs (i.e. Ben 10, hello kitty, winnie the pooh) and it would have this laser that would have a light of that character. So the wohle bdf got it, but there was a lot of trouble because some of the watches wouldn't work. We ended up being late to report back to the meeting point and had to run through the whole mall, which was actually quite fun. Our punishment was carrying the pizzas for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkRZV8rUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/6llygAkh4PQ/s1600/DSC08279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406540865193422146" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkRZV8rUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/6llygAkh4PQ/s320/DSC08279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh! OHMYGOD! It moves!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqMlhBZBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LrzI-XfwHSE/s1600/DSC08312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547379631514642" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqMlhBZBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LrzI-XfwHSE/s320/DSC08312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner in Je and my room. Then we went a bit wild, and totally messed up and stunk up the room! Siew, PF and Antje ate mangoes in the toilet, leaving droplets of mango juice and skin all over the basin. Then there was food all over. When I went to bathe and Joe and PF's room, Sa apparently tried toilet papering the sofa and TV. Failing which, she toilet papered antje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkR19OHAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CThdkr4EhF8/s1600/DSC08289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406540872874335234" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfkR19OHAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CThdkr4EhF8/s320/DSC08289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqL6c8RqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/vB88qD_cEj8/s1600/DSC08301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547368071677602" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqL6c8RqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/vB88qD_cEj8/s320/DSC08301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqMHyG30I/AAAAAAAAAzk/BfxmenVXkII/s1600/DSC08304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547371650113346" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqMHyG30I/AAAAAAAAAzk/BfxmenVXkII/s320/DSC08304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the teacher's rooms to give them our gifts, but the young female teachers had all gone out to shop! So we went back down to the room and played Truth or Truth for a while. Finally we went back up and gave the gifts and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqM91BjuI/AAAAAAAAAz0/CMCJL2oI-6Q/s1600/DSC08315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547386157862626" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqM91BjuI/AAAAAAAAAz0/CMCJL2oI-6Q/s320/DSC08315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this room on the level that most of the people were on that had these drunken men inside, singing and making a hell lot of noise. I never saw them, but apparently they were big, burly, indian men who were three times joe's size, so it was pretty scary! Some of the rooms in that level also had smoke in their bathrooms. We wanted to go to their room and scare them with Antje the Mummy, but we decided that we would probably get beaten up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont' quite understand how some of the juniors can be so rude and disrespectful. They blamed the teachers for slamming the door on their faces, and told them to go away because they were trying to do something. It really pissed me off so when they were going to close the door on our faces I kind of just scolded them. I really doubt that they listened though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really rushed breakfast in the morning and we just bascally spent the whole day travelling in the bus. I think I slept most of the way. We were supposed to watch 2012, but the audio was realllyyy bad, so we didn't. Reached home at like 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqNY9bQBI/AAAAAAAAAz8/URbOjFgQe7w/s1600/DSC08320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406547393440858130" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfqNY9bQBI/AAAAAAAAAz8/URbOjFgQe7w/s320/DSC08320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6202544617896968229?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6202544617896968229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6202544617896968229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6202544617896968229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6202544617896968229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-player-no-luck.html' title='good player; no luck'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SwfV4raskvI/AAAAAAAAAw8/HbZsGCVmNE4/s72-c/DSC08098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-4094875687604549858</id><published>2009-11-14T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:50:00.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love the skin you're in!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get that feeling that sometimes you are so insignificant as compared to some people you know?&lt;br /&gt;Or that feeling when you envy something so much and you just want to be a part of it, or you wish that it could be like that for you because of what you hear other people say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've kind of been having that feeling for the whole year, that's somewhat why I haven't been enjoying it. But it just feels great, when you have those moments when you realise that there's something about that person or thing that you want that makes you appreciate yourself again. It's not as if there's something terribly wrong with it, it's just that you realise it's not the type of person you want to be, or you realise that it's not like what people say it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I found out a few weeks ago. I somehow envied how some people can manage their time so well, do well in studies, be popular, etc. Then one day, BAM. I noticed something that just suddenly made me proud to be me and that I wouldn't want to be anything else other than that. I guess it has to do with the values that you live by, everybody has different values, and when I realised that the person that I kind of envied's values are just different from mine, it really just stopped me from envying that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the whole year I have felt totally out of place in class. Like whenever there's free time, everybody would just break out into their cliques, and I wouldn't have one, so I'd end up doing work instead, which is just sad and I hated it. Then I always hear how the other class is so enthu, and they're the most bonded class in the level and such. And I kind of envied them, thinking that they were the 2GY of 2008. But then I had to sit in that class for a day for enrichment, and then I realised it totally wasn't like 2GY. Yes, they probably are bonded and are enthu, but the people who make up that class are not like the people that 2GY had. It's not a bad thing really, it's just a difference. And then I realise that I am thankful for my class now, if I had been there, I think I'd be worse off than I think I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my lesson is learnt, no matter who it is, what it is, there's always flaws, or just differences that makes you special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there are the people who I have yet to find flaws of. The people who seem so talented, intelligent, popular and whatever, the whole package as people may call it. I mean, there are so many people who just admire them. Like really, really admire them. First hand experience. And I just wonder, how the heck do people do that? That is something really wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till I figure out how, I still love me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4094875687604549858?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4094875687604549858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4094875687604549858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4094875687604549858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4094875687604549858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-skin-youre-in.html' title='love the skin you&apos;re in!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-280598629202772121</id><published>2009-11-14T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:35:36.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, prefects' camp was last week. I don't really know what to make of it. It was the most tiring thing ever. The day would go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Go to school&lt;br /&gt;Eat catered lunch after school&lt;br /&gt;Go for camp which is basically a lot of brainwork, proposals, presentations and such.&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then wake up for school again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was quite fun, it didn't feel much like the camp I had in sec 1 with Su, even though Su was there as well. I was in ENIGMA, with Smalley, See-toh, Amierah, Vicky, Pei Yi, Kelyn, Megan, Ellis and Beverly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nQRq026I/AAAAAAAAAwU/X9LA8CPdiQk/s1600-h/enigma.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403870132209769378" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nQRq026I/AAAAAAAAAwU/X9LA8CPdiQk/s320/enigma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food at the camp was good (: but I don't know, this camp didn't have the same effect as the first camp did.&lt;br /&gt;And that was the last one I'd be having ever.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the having to go to school that kind of ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night, we stayed up so late, that by the time we finished debrief and stuff it was 4+am already. So 12 of us (tis, debbie, siew, celine, ruth, gaya, shana, meiyin and sha) went to Mr Prata with Ms Lee and Mrs Fern. It was 5am and we walked towards CCAB, making a lot of noise on the way and it was very fun (:&lt;br /&gt;I had an ice-cream prata (yes, 5am, I know) and we just talked a lot. I can't really remember what happened, I think that's what a hangover is like right? Haha&lt;br /&gt;We still had school that day, so the teachers bought us Red Bull to drink so that we'd stay awake in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, was the first ever time I stayed awake for more than 24hours. No, I didn't even do that during twentyfour, thank goodness. I have totally learnt my lesson now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nRItgbaI/AAAAAAAAAwk/t1zYbNsv3mE/s1600-h/DSC08005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403870146984963490" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nRItgbaI/AAAAAAAAAwk/t1zYbNsv3mE/s320/DSC08005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nQxWRQ4I/AAAAAAAAAwc/DDt6wsUehWI/s1600-h/DSC08003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403870140713485186" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nQxWRQ4I/AAAAAAAAAwc/DDt6wsUehWI/s320/DSC08003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Bull has this really weird taste, according to tisa it's liquified candy, but I think I would've enjoyed that. So I drank it up anyway, and then we went around going "GOOD morning, _____" to everyone we saw. By the time we got to the LT for chem lesson, I died. I slept through the whole thing and I had to get JY to teach me how to do it. I basically slept through every lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank ANGANG for helping me highlight my SS notes, because I really turned off then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally school ended and we could go home, Smalley's mum brought me back and I felt like really sick in the car, the puking feeling. So I did when I reached home. Terrible feeling. I slept for very very long afterwards and then I didn't go to school for the next two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Parent's Night on Friday evening even though I didn't go for school that day, because I don't know, I really wanted to. Now everything I'm doing with the PB would be the last time I can do it. And I had missed parent's night last year, so no way I was going to miss it again. My mum didn't even come though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was semi-fun I guess. Sat in the dark, secluded little loner corner with huijun, momo, xingyi and pleebo. But it was fun (: Then afterwards I went down to the lobby to await my mum's sms reply but it never came, so I kind of sat next to a lot of people who would just come by. Then went back up to help clear up and then camwhore a little and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nRiB6mfI/AAAAAAAAAws/_XFjepnOuQY/s1600-h/DSC08059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403870153781451250" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nRiB6mfI/AAAAAAAAAws/_XFjepnOuQY/s320/DSC08059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nRzPqGaI/AAAAAAAAAw0/vGFy4jJH39w/s1600-h/sjd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403870158402492834" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nRzPqGaI/AAAAAAAAAw0/vGFy4jJH39w/s320/sjd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-280598629202772121?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/280598629202772121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=280598629202772121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/280598629202772121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/280598629202772121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-prefects-camp-was-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sv5nQRq026I/AAAAAAAAAwU/X9LA8CPdiQk/s72-c/enigma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-1397591080974308708</id><published>2009-11-12T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:53:57.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love</title><content type='html'>This is my new baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sizlopedia.com/wp-content/uploads/nokian97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://www.sizlopedia.com/wp-content/uploads/nokian97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight, much? Very very much. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm just worried that my phone bill will burst this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1397591080974308708?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1397591080974308708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1397591080974308708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1397591080974308708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1397591080974308708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love.html' title='my love'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-5960832349745498864</id><published>2009-11-06T13:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:07:54.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll make the great escape</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated for exactly 2 weeks! And so much has happened. Yay so I think I'll make posts about different random events that has happened (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penang Kedah trip with exco!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually one of my favourite school trips that I've been on, first one will always be Kinabalu because that was just utterly amazing and it made me do things I thought I never could (: But anyway, this trip. We kind of found out we were going to go for it a week before the trip, so it was completely out of the blue. My first thought of it was that it would be actually really cool because it was so impromptu and spontaneous. What's more is that it is an honour, only 12 people from the whole school were asked to go, and those 12 people included me. In addition, it was like a getaway. Just this sudden trip you take to get away from life, horrible exam results etc. The scary part was that we were travelling with two of the principals and one teacher, for 8 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPF3lWFzMI/AAAAAAAAAv0/SQh0F_uPTxY/s1600-h/14847_1269397579330_1361571718_788508_4356562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400877936855600322" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPF3lWFzMI/AAAAAAAAAv0/SQh0F_uPTxY/s320/14847_1269397579330_1361571718_788508_4356562_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roadside chendol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvO9p60tyPI/AAAAAAAAAus/WDr5JmoLb7o/s1600-h/DSC07562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400868906010003698" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvO9p60tyPI/AAAAAAAAAus/WDr5JmoLb7o/s320/DSC07562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPF4KhpV0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/5s9gnkXhyPc/s1600-h/14847_1269398139344_1361571718_788522_7311911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400877946836178754" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPF4KhpV0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/5s9gnkXhyPc/s320/14847_1269398139344_1361571718_788522_7311911_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the amount of FOOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvO9qVorxHI/AAAAAAAAAu0/IUfNEL5iaTc/s1600-h/DSC07663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400868913207297138" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvO9qVorxHI/AAAAAAAAAu0/IUfNEL5iaTc/s320/DSC07663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvO9qkW250I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Z8gr9KigeUw/s1600-h/DSC07680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400868917159061314" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvO9qkW250I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Z8gr9KigeUw/s320/DSC07680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvO9rG1Dd6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/BHUnv4sqlX8/s1600-h/DSC07687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400868926412519330" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvO9rG1Dd6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/BHUnv4sqlX8/s320/DSC07687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB4oog71I/AAAAAAAAAvM/pBygNasZGs8/s1600-h/DSC07734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873556871540562" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB4oog71I/AAAAAAAAAvM/pBygNasZGs8/s320/DSC07734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peranakan Museum where they filmed Little Nyonya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB5DXMidI/AAAAAAAAAvU/iv_YjPVMnKY/s1600-h/DSC07745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873564046658002" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB5DXMidI/AAAAAAAAAvU/iv_YjPVMnKY/s320/DSC07745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB5k-jYlI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IoU9yt_EEFA/s1600-h/DSC07762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873573070103122" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB5k-jYlI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IoU9yt_EEFA/s320/DSC07762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tau sa pia place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB6Pl4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/urjF3eISgYg/s1600-h/DSC07832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873584509346866" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB6Pl4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/urjF3eISgYg/s320/DSC07832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME + YOU, I'MMA TELL YOU 1 TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB6bsAGgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/FXAhCWQHoL4/s1600-h/DSC07840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400873587756243458" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPB6bsAGgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/FXAhCWQHoL4/s320/DSC07840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPF4quohoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Boe8VmaXcfg/s1600-h/DSC07866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400877955480585858" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPF4quohoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Boe8VmaXcfg/s320/DSC07866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip really isn't like any other school trips, because unlike other school trips, there wasn't actually a planned out, structured itinerary. Like we could randomly stop at a roadside to go eat chendol or spend horrendously long times starving while waiting to eat famous char kway teow, and we also didn't have any lights out or anything, so we could stay up as late as we wanted, camwhoring, playing cards, doing crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the school visit itself was really enriching, you don't often get to visit schools from another country and see how they run their things, and the way they run their things is really different. Like they have 3 different uniforms for the school, 1 for prefects, 1 for muslim students, and 1 for non-muslim students. They showed us this arts and crafts exhibition that the students did, and the things that they made were amazing! Like shirt folders, and the one thing that was really fascinated me, was this egg carton folded into two, one way up it would be a castle, you turn it around it was an office. It's so creative! We also met the exco from the school, I remember some of their names! Hana, Jocelyn, Raihan, Sasha... :D The 60th PB is one lucky bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stuffed this trip. Like really. The first night, we went to this hawker centre kind of place, and everytime the principals left the table, they'd come back with 3 more plates of food. And we were all bloated till the food reached our throats or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we went was fun, because we can talk non-stop and we would sing everywhere we went, in the van, in a train, along the roads. Favourite songs to sing: A, A, ME + YOU, I'MMA TELL YOU ONE TIME, JAIII HOOOOOO, etc. etc. It was so fun! The newest invention, and fad I'm gonna tell you that, because it's hell catchy: TTMAM (tee-tee-ma'am). To the Max and MORE! Gaya kept saying t-tam at first, but after several corrections she finally got it right, and she says it everywhere now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then night times, omg, night times. I love my hotel roomies TTMAM. :D:D Gaya, Shana and Shen-nen are the CRAZIEST, FUNNEST people to room with. Night times were where the real fun happened. Camwhored like crazy, we became rap stars, gaya was gross throwing things everywhere, listening to Gaya's tamil music on her phone, camwhoring, playing cards, singing, camwhoring, laughing till we wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night was so WTH. Shen-nen and I were in bed, ready to go to sleep, and then suddenly we heard the doorbell ring. So Shen-nen went to look through the peep-hole and no one was there. We asked Shana and Gaya, and they told us they didn't do it. So then we were like, NEVER MIND. LET'S GO TO SLEEP. But then after like five minutes, the door bell rang again. So Shen-nen and I kind of screamed and ran over to Shana and Gaya's room and crammed ourselves into their bed. So four of us were squished in one bed, and Gaya refused to sleep in front of the mirror so she kept crawling over Shen-nen and Shana to keep out of the mirror. I slept on about 1/10th of a pillow that night. The next day, Gaya conveniently told us that the second time the door bell rang, it was them. Shen-nen and I were like OMGWTHBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane ride back, Shana and I sat next to this American man, who apparently was a farmer, then worked for Bush, and is now a CEO of some company because Obama came in and he was the democratic party or something. Everyone I tell this to tells me that he was lying to our faces, but I don't really know about that, it's kind of a hard story to come up with right? He tried to help us get the day off after. HAHA, totally failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand the reasoning behind Fart-lanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5960832349745498864?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5960832349745498864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5960832349745498864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5960832349745498864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5960832349745498864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-make-great-escape.html' title='we&apos;ll make the great escape'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/SvPF3lWFzMI/AAAAAAAAAv0/SQh0F_uPTxY/s72-c/14847_1269397579330_1361571718_788508_4356562_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-4411067062137424547</id><published>2009-10-23T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:49:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ the coastal depositional landform!</title><content type='html'>Went to Sentosa on Monday during our holiday in-lieu of Deepavali with SCBT (:&lt;br /&gt;I am totally broke now, srsly!&lt;br /&gt;We met at Vivo at like 10, they went to buy some entertainment to play with at the beach (and anywhere else really), i.e. Ball and water gun&lt;br /&gt;Then we took the train over to IMBIAH station and we went on the LUGE and SKYRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking worried that I'll crash, topple over and then injure myself the first time we took the luge, but then I realised that it's really nothing. Sky ride was HILARIOUS when I sat next to PF. She would scream and scream and so I'd try to start shouting out random songs to get her to sing with me. Like... ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, keep holding on, sugar we're going down, etc. etc. We picked songs that fit the ride. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF2-7gLveI/AAAAAAAAAtk/jdqlmIml4tg/s1600-h/DSC07324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395724652063210978" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF2-7gLveI/AAAAAAAAAtk/jdqlmIml4tg/s320/DSC07324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helmets for the Luge are quite gross though. Imagine the number of people who had put that helmet on before and sweat like crazy. Or have dandruff. D:&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch, then went to the Southern most point of Continental Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF2_U-YrzI/AAAAAAAAAts/opimmW1GSGM/s1600-h/DSC07344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395724658900774706" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF2_U-YrzI/AAAAAAAAAts/opimmW1GSGM/s320/DSC07344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the beach and played with the ball in the water. I had to go all the way into the water to get the ball, because I have the longest legs, so my shorts got soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF2_i44f7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/0GPFCkwLLFA/s1600-h/DSC07380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395724662635790258" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF2_i44f7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/0GPFCkwLLFA/s320/DSC07380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag dropped onto the wet sandy beach! ): What a beach.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to 7-11 to rest for a while. Got a Super Big Gulp to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF3AM2UjAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/srOGswR6w_I/s1600-h/DSC07423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395724673899334658" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF3AM2UjAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/srOGswR6w_I/s320/DSC07423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wanted to go for this close encounter with some bird thing, so we set off in the direction we thought was correct, but then we realised it was the wrong direction and the place had been right opposite 7-11 all along. Sheesh. Turns out we couldn't even touch the bird, so we went for our last ride on the luge.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this Cable Car shop and Joe and Siew joint bought a rubber hand, which has up to this day, scared a hell lot of people in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF3AgNHC9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/wXGukYIognU/s1600-h/DSC07453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395724679095192530" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF3AgNHC9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/wXGukYIognU/s320/DSC07453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played bridge on the floor while waiting for Wen Hui and Antje to come and eat. I SUCK AT BRIDGE. But it's so fun! Random tourists would stop and watch us playing, and apparently someone tried to learn. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to the beach and played some more. Once again I got totally wet because I have the longest legs AND SOME PEOPLE CAN'T THROW PROPERLY. Then we played volleyball, and if you missed you had to do push ups. Then we played rugby with holes in the sand, and then we would sit on each others holes so the opposition couldn't score. Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF6yuJeqzI/AAAAAAAAAuM/sCrIuN0DSi0/s1600-h/DSC07463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395728840366402354" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF6yuJeqzI/AAAAAAAAAuM/sCrIuN0DSi0/s320/DSC07463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF6zKUxlgI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eh9wHV4i6lE/s1600-h/DSC07466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395728847929972226" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF6zKUxlgI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eh9wHV4i6lE/s320/DSC07466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went back to Vivo at 7++, long ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF6zbhPfYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8goPFTfwxYU/s1600-h/DSC07475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395728852545666434" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF6zbhPfYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8goPFTfwxYU/s320/DSC07475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt from this trip: &lt;strong&gt;BRING A FRIGGIN TOWEL&lt;/strong&gt;. Wiping yourself with tissue paper isn't very effective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4411067062137424547?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4411067062137424547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4411067062137424547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4411067062137424547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4411067062137424547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/10/coastal-depositional-landform.html' title='@ the coastal depositional landform!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/SuF2-7gLveI/AAAAAAAAAtk/jdqlmIml4tg/s72-c/DSC07324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-5472585656624688961</id><published>2009-10-18T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:06:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ta hui shi ni fa shao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/aidayps/Robbie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 583px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/aidayps/Robbie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/66/85/84/19008556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 511px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/66/85/84/19008556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/lRHb6Uz2CI8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/lRHb6Uz2CI8/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/28vfy4g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/28vfy4g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE THIS BOY.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the picture when he first appears in the movie. That was the EPIC aaron johnson moment!&lt;br /&gt;PF and I were grabbing on to each other going OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the English accent is just sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to Britain and get myself a Brit Boy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Such a hottie. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5472585656624688961?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5472585656624688961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5472585656624688961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5472585656624688961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5472585656624688961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/10/ta-hui-shi-ni-fa-shao.html' title='ta hui shi ni fa shao!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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://i43.tinypic.com/28vfy4g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-71597798507970009</id><published>2009-10-17T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:32:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEE GEE GEE GEE</title><content type='html'>Ok just watched Gossip Girl episode 4, and there is NOBODY around that I can talk to about it, so what better place than here right? This is what blogs are for.&lt;br /&gt;Episode 4 is my favourite out of the... 4 I've watched. :D&lt;br /&gt;OMG the way that Chuck Bass is so freaking awesome and sweet to Blair while being the same egomaniac that he is. And the way there is a possible love story even though it's not an ideal pairing, but it's still great. And Nate was really cute for the short screentime that he had. And there was on Georgina in the episode today! And Eric is so cute even though he's gay. Never liked Jenny in the first place so never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That little bit's done. Feels somewhat satisfying. OH, I was watching it, and then I realised that PF's mannerisms and way of speaking is somehow a lot like Hilary Duff's... Agree to disagree, but that is seriously the first thing that came into my mind when I was watching! Haha, I don't know whether it's a good thing or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/28764283/glee+postersbyme.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 529px" alt="" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/28764283/glee+postersbyme.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee is my new second favourite TV show (: This show choir thing is really catching on. But I love the show because they make cool covers like Halo/Walking On Sunshine/No Air/Somebody to love/It's My Life/Confessions pt II/a lot more. These people can really sing too! Their dancing isn't the best, but it's watchable. Haha. Guy in the middle up there is cute even though he's really wrinklified there. And OMG KURT IS THE BEST. ALL THE SINGLE LADIES ALL THE SINGLE LADIES (he's the one bottom center). Ah well, I'm not good with words so I don't know how to do those gushing posts about how awesome things/people/whatever are, I'm just doing my best! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So favourite songs/clips so far below :D They may be deleted tomorrow, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmSPeBLR678&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmSPeBLR678&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CGRwqtMDaQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CGRwqtMDaQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zkmkE6qiDM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zkmkE6qiDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-71597798507970009?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/71597798507970009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=71597798507970009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/71597798507970009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/71597798507970009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/10/gee-gee-gee-gee.html' title='GEE GEE GEE GEE'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-1170414822178754679</id><published>2009-10-15T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:07:30.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post exam fun (:</title><content type='html'>It's really hard to believe that exams only ended 3 days ago. But I think it seems so long ago because I've been cramming so much into these 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch FAME (i'm gonna live foreverrr) on monday with nat and meiyin. We went to the Polo Club to have lunch first and OMG it was so cheesy. Everything we had except for drinks and desert had cheese in it: ceasar salad, cheese fries and pizza. But it was REALLY filling and it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXDtEwrTI/AAAAAAAAAss/hKxlbA1TE1Y/s1600-h/DSC07197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392804431206067506" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXDtEwrTI/AAAAAAAAAss/hKxlbA1TE1Y/s320/DSC07197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXESBYx6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/qE4sLlhO-ak/s1600-h/DSC07199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392804441124030370" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXESBYx6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/qE4sLlhO-ak/s320/DSC07199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to rain after a while, but it was so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXE5ioyvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/pBkcQRVsrvE/s1600-h/DSC07210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392804451732474610" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXE5ioyvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/pBkcQRVsrvE/s320/DSC07210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXFm4LdvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cko_Enai638/s1600-h/DSC07215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392804463902422770" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXFm4LdvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cko_Enai638/s320/DSC07215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Cine to watch Fame but went around window shopping a bit first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://watchordownloadmoviesonline.com/images/watch-fame-movie-online.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px" alt="" src="http://watchordownloadmoviesonline.com/images/watch-fame-movie-online.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really great dancing and singing, but the storyline was just so non-existent! Like it would jump from year to year and like one year you'd see the person, and the next year, "Oh I'm going away now". So it really wasn't much plot or anything. But the dancing was OOH. and singing, Asher Book's voice is AWESOMENESS. But he's not all that hot (hear that nat and umi). Kay Panabaker's in the movie! I think the Panabaker sisters are awesome because they're so pretty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shineon-media.com/gallery/albums/Misc%20Events/2009%20Part%202/Fame%20Premiere%20Sept%2023/Danielle%20Panabaker/normal_fame002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://www.shineon-media.com/gallery/albums/Misc%20Events/2009%20Part%202/Fame%20Premiere%20Sept%2023/Danielle%20Panabaker/normal_fame002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping some more after the movie, then meiyin left and nat and I ate dinner at taka and went shopping some more. The way Nat shops is scary! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Tuesday had Halogen Leadership Challenge, I shall post the pictures when they all come up. It was quite fun, but I hated waking up at practically normal school time. There went my marking day. After the Leadership training went to PF's house to hang for a while before we went to meet Siew and Wen Hui and have dinner. Then we went to Joe's house and we watched Yours, Mine and Ours, which has Danielle Panabaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yoursmineandoursmovie.com/img/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="http://www.yoursmineandoursmovie.com/img/main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave like halfway through the movie because my mum came because she said she was tired. I like that movie though :D It's much better than Cheaper By the Dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had Leadership Challenge again, it was fun! The arm wrestling (where I was merely a watcher, arm wouldn't survive otherwise) and the bridge playing. HAHA. That's only the fun part of course. I just went home and watched Glee and SI after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had socila and fine dining etiquette enrichment today. It was quite fun! But I felt like sleeping a lot of times. The 5-course meal was okay, not the best of hotel food, but that's expected. It felt so weird eating so slowly, very restricted. But it was fun. Played bridge with like our little exclusive bridge club of Sandy, Deborah, Chris, Jacq and Amanda. Hahaha played with Uno cards again, it's like our secret code, nobody understands how we can play like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Island with Nat, Meiyin, Chris, Gaya, Shana, Kelly and Sherilyn. We basically just ate ice-cream and camwhored. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StceOisOlrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/67kK5d067FQ/s1600-h/DSC07228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392812313978771122" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StceOisOlrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/67kK5d067FQ/s320/DSC07228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcePF0c9iI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eCo-VKUZtAI/s1600-h/DSC07229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392812323408508450" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcePF0c9iI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eCo-VKUZtAI/s320/DSC07229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcePpq-ISI/AAAAAAAAAtc/UC0-IBHgs7o/s1600-h/DSC07230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392812333032415522" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcePpq-ISI/AAAAAAAAAtc/UC0-IBHgs7o/s320/DSC07230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall it's been good, but I am so exhausted. Haven't actually had a day of real rest. Results come out tomorrow. OMG FREAKING SCARED, especially for LIT and PHYSICS. I can't fail an exam ): I really can't afford to ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1170414822178754679?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1170414822178754679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1170414822178754679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1170414822178754679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1170414822178754679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-exam-fun.html' title='post exam fun (:'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/StcXDtEwrTI/AAAAAAAAAss/hKxlbA1TE1Y/s72-c/DSC07197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-4526875585951096947</id><published>2009-10-09T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:51:23.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(1) day more of exams</title><content type='html'>BUT WHO CARES. It's amath and english! Whoo I feel free. Though I know I should still be practising for amath. So summary of exams:&lt;br /&gt;SS: So-so&lt;br /&gt;Media: Good!&lt;br /&gt;Chem: I think quite ok&lt;br /&gt;Geog: Okay&lt;br /&gt;English 1: Okayish&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 1: Okayish&lt;br /&gt;Emath 1: bad D:&lt;br /&gt;Lit: BADDD.&lt;br /&gt;Emath 2: Pretty good (except for stupid mistakes that cause other mistakes ):)&lt;br /&gt;Physics: BADDD.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 2: Somewhat bad&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 3: somewhat bad too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So all the best to me when results start to come out next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, went out with PF after school :D&lt;br /&gt;We went to PS, changed, ate at Manhattan Fish Market, walked around attempting to find a dress that PF will wear only once, watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/500ukposter21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 545px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 458px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/500ukposter21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, it's so uber good! Zooey Deschanel has a pretty unique look, except for the fact that her sister looks a bit like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/327449534_9ddb7f304b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/327449534_9ddb7f304b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Matthew Gray Gubler guy who plays Paul looked really familiar! From google search, I found out... He's from Criminal Minds! He's that guy with like semi-long hair. He looks different in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is so sweet. Like seriously. Omg. TO MY FUTURE BOYFRIEND OUT THERE, YOU'D BETTER BE THAT GOOD TO ME. I won't be a bitch and dump you then lead you on then get married :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I saw Cheryl and Wen Qian and Linda and Subha and Hansen at PS too. Fun. Some haven't seen in a while and some saw hours ago. HEHE Ok random edit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4526875585951096947?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4526875585951096947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4526875585951096947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4526875585951096947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4526875585951096947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-day-more-of-exams.html' title='(1) day more of exams'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/327449534_9ddb7f304b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-3082380104862769204</id><published>2009-10-04T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:49:09.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abstinence whaaat?</title><content type='html'>So, geog and chem tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;SS and Media on Friday was pretty okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so cheated. They basically just gave us the answer for the SS essay before the exam. TWICE for my class. Like WTH. Reverse psychology!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite happy with the media exam! Before it, I said I hoped that the advertisement would be on skincare, and it would obviously include a man because of the whole patriachy ideology thing, and HAHA, it was a skincare for men ad! I am so good.&lt;br /&gt;Studying at KAP wasn't very effective. Did geog for like 15 minutes while waiting for the lunch time to come, and then ate for about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat my McFlurry because Becky didn't eat her apple pie and ice-cream ):&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE GOT A1 FOR THEIR VIDEO MANS. But it's definitely not me. Because mine hasn't been marked yet. Or at least wasn't, on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I ate six subway cookies yesterday. Because I spent an hour alone on the NUS campus in between the media exam and tuition because everyone has parents that pick them up after media and no on wants to keep the poor, lonely me company.&lt;br /&gt;But subway cookies are :D:D:D:D:D especially the double chocolate chip one. But Siew ate half of one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;GEOG AND CHEM TOMORROW. D:&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT DAYS TO FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and happy half an hour belated mid-autumn's festival! I forgot how to spell autumn just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just keep swimming, just keep swimming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do we do? we swim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for random pictures because I feel my blog has too many words. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Ssd9RzSq28I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Qqghh-VQ_-M/s1600-h/9933_291694635318_875615318_9242906_3523820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388413223951850434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Ssd9RzSq28I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Qqghh-VQ_-M/s320/9933_291694635318_875615318_9242906_3523820_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do this all the time when I was a younger! I guess there's a reason why I shouldn't now that I'm what, 15? But it's such a good energy conserver. And it's &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SseAEhltc1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/hGEskB6Fm3c/s1600-h/DSC06926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388416294396457810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SseAEhltc1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/hGEskB6Fm3c/s320/DSC06926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY JIEJI ): (yes, it's only 9 months, heard that before!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3082380104862769204?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3082380104862769204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3082380104862769204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3082380104862769204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3082380104862769204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/10/abstinence-whaaat.html' title='abstinence whaaat?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Ssd9RzSq28I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Qqghh-VQ_-M/s72-c/9933_291694635318_875615318_9242906_3523820_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-4627917276166335907</id><published>2009-09-28T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:05:57.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>The world didn't have exams. Then we'd all be happier (:&lt;br /&gt;But the of course there would be no need for school.&lt;br /&gt;And thus no one would be educated.&lt;br /&gt;And therefore there would be no... anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be over in a day less than 2 weeks in one hour. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good luck everybody!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised today how little time there is during the holiday, as compared to the amount of things that I want to do. How will it ever work? Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;Prefects Camp&lt;br /&gt;Invest&lt;br /&gt;Training&lt;br /&gt;Work Experience Programme (hopefully!)&lt;br /&gt;EUROPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That together is already about more than half the holiday I should think.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the FUN, leisurely things I want to do, like:&lt;br /&gt;New Moon!&lt;br /&gt;GG marathon!&lt;br /&gt;Fame!&lt;br /&gt;Random outings, just for the sake of going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, there will obviously be a ton of homework seeing that next year I would be an old sec 4 waiting to take my 'O's D:&lt;br /&gt;Why does time go by so fast. I can't imagine walking into another school's gates right now. Not that familiar jade green one that leads to a place that I could possibly have spent more time in than home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Enough being scared of the future. Have to get pass this EOYs &lt;em&gt;well&lt;/em&gt; so I can get where I want to!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-4627917276166335907?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/4627917276166335907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=4627917276166335907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4627917276166335907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/4627917276166335907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-8269766224840472283</id><published>2009-09-18T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:31:17.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't all that bad.</title><content type='html'>So. Finished media filming SA2 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was fun. The filming, as tiring as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU &lt;strong&gt;CAROLYN&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;AMANDA&lt;/strong&gt; FOR BEING MY AWESOME MAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THANK YOU &lt;strong&gt;GAYA&lt;/strong&gt; FOR BEING A GREAT TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU &lt;strong&gt;SAMY, JY, SYDNEY, NAT, UMI, SWAPNA, TISA, JOCE, YINLING&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;MELO&lt;/strong&gt; FOR BEING WONDERFUL CALEFARE.&lt;br /&gt;Haha the total amount of bloopers was so much longer than the video itself.&lt;br /&gt;As cliche as the storyline is, I think the video is cool. Haha. It's got its own spunk thanks to the actresses. (:&lt;br /&gt;The editing room was really FREEZING because the temperature is supposed to be low to maintain the macs or something. My hands would really be stiff and my teeth would chatter!&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite glad I didn't come across a lot of trouble during my filming or anyhing.&lt;br /&gt;From what I've heard,&lt;br /&gt;one person together with her actresses got attacked and harrassed by a primary school kid.&lt;br /&gt;one person got threatened by the security guard.&lt;br /&gt;that same person's camera stopped working the day before.&lt;br /&gt;one person couldn't render her video so I think she had to start all over again or something.&lt;br /&gt;one person lost a tripod bag (which was later found).&lt;br /&gt;That is some scary shizz and if that happened to me I would totally freak out. So thank goodness it didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now media is over, I should be really getting down and mugging. After school with huijun today was fun with random people coming to join us. Yay for rain if not I'd be all alone. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-8269766224840472283?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8269766224840472283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=8269766224840472283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8269766224840472283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8269766224840472283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-wasnt-all-that-bad.html' title='it wasn&apos;t all that bad.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-665198650612853186</id><published>2009-09-13T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:12:16.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FMFL.</title><content type='html'>OMG I'M SUPER PISSEED.&lt;br /&gt;AND I CAN ONLY COMPLAIN HERE.&lt;br /&gt;SO. HERE GOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG I HATE MEDIA STUDIES AND PHYSICS RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS + MEDIA HATE EACH OTHER AND MAKE THE STUDENTS WHO TAKE THESE SUBJECTS' LIVES HELL.&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS PREMLIM EOY TEST AND MEDIA LESSON DAY BEFORE MEDIA SA2 FILMING = SAME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'VE BEEN MUGGING THIS WHOLE WEEK FOR PHYSICS, 4 TIMES THIS FREAKING WEEK. 10 AND A HALF HOURS WORTH. &lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I FIND OUT, THAT "OH MEDIA IS MORE IMPORTANT" SO WE WILL SKIP THIS STUPID PHYSICS TEST THAT I HAVE BEEN STUDYING MY ASS OFF FOR. AND WE WILL BE GIVEN IT ONLY TO "PRACTICE AND TRY FOR YOURSELF". FML.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THIS TIME, I COULD HAVE NOT GONE FOR TUITION SO MANY TIMES MAYBE AND INSTEAD I COULD HAVE FINISHED THAT PILE OF HOMEWORK THAT IS STILL UNFINISHED RIGHT TO THIS VERY MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;AND FML. MEDIA SA2 FILMING IS IN 2 DAYS AND I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ON THE DAY ITSELF. HER PLANNING IS DISGUSTING. REARRANGING PEOPLE'S ORAL DAYS SO THEY WON'T CLASH, THEY REARRANGING IT AGAIN TO MAKE IT CLASH AGAIN. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TALENT FOR MY VIDEO. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, all the F's are not the actual F's. Think of it as fish or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-665198650612853186?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/665198650612853186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=665198650612853186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/665198650612853186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/665198650612853186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/09/fmfl.html' title='FMFL.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-1305371618686907178</id><published>2009-09-11T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:25:23.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday.</title><content type='html'>I just realised that it was my blog's birthday like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY BLOGGY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while I'm at that, might as well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST JIEJI! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 6 years since my first post. Wow. I went back and I got my first ever post and it was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;sup pple... My mum came home from KL today... My sisters both got 50Rm for their birthdays from my grandmother... and i didn't get anything on my&lt;br /&gt;birthday!! Unfair! Auntie Tracy gave us some sachets... so cute... and nice&lt;br /&gt;smelling... Her new boutique is called Eye candy... At least i think so... It is&lt;br /&gt;so sad that they don't sell childrens clothes... You can go there at... in&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia. Don't exactly know the address... Don't forget to credit me!!&lt;br /&gt;Moi...=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a primary school kid. HAHA. I actually thought that I had to blog everyday, and if I didn't, the day I did post, I would do like a long commentary on what I did the past few days. Hell that was boring. Whoever lived through all that (it's you peili I know!), &lt;em&gt;zhong cheng&lt;/em&gt;! Look at the number of "..."s! I know it has a name, but I don't really know what it is now. HAHA. Hmm, then it was another 3 years before I actually posted on the birthday of my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;=) It's finally here!! Well, was finally here. My blog's third birthday! On the same day as my sister... 10th September. Hmm... I didn't get the 300 blog posts mark that's for sure... 15 posts short. Anyway, when I told my sister that it&lt;br /&gt;was going to be my blog's birthday too on that day, she was like, "I don't care about your blog's birthday! It's MY birthday! MINNEEE!!" Hees. So selfish!! Anyway, yeah. School's been pretty ok. I'd like to give a giant THANKS, ALIGATO,&lt;br /&gt;XIE XIE, TERIMAH KASIH to:&lt;br /&gt;Faeqa&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;Tisa&lt;br /&gt;Rukaya&lt;br /&gt;Sha&lt;br /&gt;Uli uli&lt;br /&gt;Gaya&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;Pei Wei&lt;br /&gt;Manyants&lt;br /&gt;Cyn&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kong&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ying&lt;br /&gt;Vera&lt;br /&gt;Swapna&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on... Oh yeah, FOR BEING SO NICE TO ME TODAY!! I LOVE ALL YOU PEOPLE!! =)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember exactly what happened that day. Haha stupid teacher scolded me and I cried for like half the day or something because everybody would keep comforting me and everytime someone did that I would start crying again. Don't even know why I was so excited that it was my blog's birthday. HAHA. And then last year I totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm doing this. I guess it's memories. I see so many people just deleting their blogs and stuff, but I don't know if I will ever do that, because it has so much in it! 6 years of my life, massive changes. From my stupid immature ways in primary school and then secondary school... Sigh. And next year, that's it in SC. It's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is scaring me now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to the days when we were so young and wild and free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing else matters other than you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;21days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1305371618686907178?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1305371618686907178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1305371618686907178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1305371618686907178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1305371618686907178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-realised-that-it-was-my-blogs.html' title='birthday.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-7607428418094990725</id><published>2009-09-08T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:07:38.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I told you I didn't like that blogskin so much.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;New change.&lt;br /&gt;I spent two days doing media.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to have FOUR FREAKING days of physics tuition this week.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Friday. Sunday. (and today of course)&lt;br /&gt;And then Math tuition twice this week.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Life so sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And this is only two subjects!&lt;br /&gt;How am I ever going to have time to study for other subjects?&lt;br /&gt;i.e. SS, geog, chem.&lt;br /&gt;And I spent like two days doing media homework.&lt;br /&gt;D: 24 days.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M STILL HERE. Bugga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-7607428418094990725?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/7607428418094990725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=7607428418094990725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7607428418094990725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7607428418094990725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-i-told-you-i-didnt-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-411051328740527745</id><published>2009-09-07T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:15:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm kinda wishing I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;But ah well.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even have been.&lt;br /&gt;My plan to wake up early in the morning and then study totally backfired!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not a morning person -_-&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get that study mood on when I come back!&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about exams&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't bring myself to study.&lt;br /&gt;How weird is that.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I want kinder bueno. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-411051328740527745?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/411051328740527745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=411051328740527745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/411051328740527745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/411051328740527745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-3241745852564880302</id><published>2009-09-06T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:53:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h1n1.</title><content type='html'>My half brother has h1n1.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is forever near my half brother.&lt;br /&gt;I was near my dad the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;What if I get it?&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to D:&lt;br /&gt;I've held on to this sickness for super long already.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's anytime, I guess the September holidays are the best.&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly looking forward to this week.&lt;br /&gt;Or the week after.&lt;br /&gt;Or any, until EOYs are over.&lt;br /&gt;But oh joy, what's there to look forward to after that?&lt;br /&gt;O's?&lt;br /&gt;I should really learn to live life by the moment&lt;br /&gt;and stop worrying about all the stupid shit life puts us through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3241745852564880302?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3241745852564880302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3241745852564880302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3241745852564880302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3241745852564880302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/09/h1n1.html' title='h1n1.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-1101956630753238117</id><published>2009-09-04T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:06:54.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>I don't really know how I'm feeling now. The last two days should have been amazing: Honour's Day and Prefects' Training. But somehow, it just didn't feel special, like it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had expected Honour's Day to be like the glorifying moment of the SCBT. That we would be, at this moment and day, more than ever, be bonded as a team. As one whole body together having fun, feeling proud of ourselves for getting that far. But it didn't feel that way at all. I was ditched at lunch, sitting with the juniors (not that I mind, they are really crazy), sitting near the end of the line in the hall. I thought that we would be able to keep each other company throughout the whole thing and never feel the least bit bored. I thought that after the ceremony we would go as a team to the canteen, we would eat as an entire team, we would talk, we would laugh, we would camwhore. It was nothing like that. I don't even know why. Maybe it's just me, but honour's day wasn't meaningful like I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed most of the prefects' training today, sitting in only for some committee presentations, presenting my own committee, proposal writing and dinner. Dinner was quite enjoyable I guess. But maybe I didn't fully enjoy it because I was tired. There's a new PSR, 11 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris, Siew, Marieann, Lizzie, Vicky, Inez, Clare, Serene, Clarisa, Megan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to miss Nat and Liwen. ): PSR is noisier now I guess, it looks promising, but maybe it;s because right now it feels different. I'm not used to it, and it's taking some time to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Island after the whole thing. I am SO tired now. And there's training tomorrow. Then tuition. Then dinner at the Ritz! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is not great. Exams in 28 days. Haven't started studying. And I need my EOY results if I want to DSA. How screwed am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1101956630753238117?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1101956630753238117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1101956630753238117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1101956630753238117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1101956630753238117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-5290657933934385663</id><published>2009-08-27T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:50:52.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALOVE</title><content type='html'>Today's training was really nice. I mean, sure we scolded the juniors like hell. But while scolding it was like, we sort of reflected on how much we, ourselves have changed so much over the three years we have been in the team. How we were when we were sec 1's with the oh-so many problems within us. And then you come to that moment, where we are all so close and it gives you a sense of accomplishment, kind of? I don't think accomplishment's the right word, but it's the only one I can think of. Without anyone of us, we wouldn't be what we are today because whatever problems we had we settled it as a team. Any one or two persons problems and troubles is everyone's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTJE. ELISA. JOELLYN. PEIFEN. SIEWYUN. WENHUI. The bestdamn family. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SpaPHstdDdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7MhXJ4isDlQ/s1600-h/BDFPORTRAIT+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374640567736929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SpaPHstdDdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7MhXJ4isDlQ/s320/BDFPORTRAIT+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing today during training was so fun today. HAHA. Racket/guitar playing and singing pretty off key most of the time. Who needs karaoke right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being high makes me go a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, Antje! You got the same shoes as me! Oh. Wait. Those are my shoes. HAHA"&lt;br /&gt;"GOODNIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's so clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every year we get stronger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's gone is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past is the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the radio up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then hit the gas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know we've Come So Far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we've Got So Far To Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the road seems long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it won't be long 'till it's time to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, most days we'll take it fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And some nights lets take it slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we've Come So Far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But babyWe've Got So Far To Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5290657933934385663?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5290657933934385663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5290657933934385663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5290657933934385663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5290657933934385663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/08/lalalove.html' title='LALALOVE'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SpaPHstdDdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7MhXJ4isDlQ/s72-c/BDFPORTRAIT+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-2329911950259083076</id><published>2009-08-20T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:55:04.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hleath Week!</title><content type='html'>This year's health week was okay I guess... Usually feels more fun than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice-skating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheerleading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice-skating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bhangra dancing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combat skirmish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inter-class basketball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During health week I realised how important my friends are to me and without them I'd just be a sad loner who has zero social skills because I get intimidated easily and I think people will think I'm some sort of loser (which I am by the way. HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like combat skirmish. I was with my class and another 2 classes. One of those classes pretty blatantly said they didn't want to be in the same group as us (waayyy tactful) and well I'm not the closest with my class. I did talk to them I guess, but it didn't feel the same as it would have with 2gy. Like I could imagine that during those 15 minute intervals while waiting for our turn to play, we would probably sit in a circle playing "psstt" or animal concentration. And while running around we would probably discuss some kind of strategy or something.&lt;br /&gt;Is it pathetic, really? I should just move in and try to find a way to really love my class now, because 2GY's never going to happen again, even though while it lasted it was &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-class basketball today was pretty fun I guess. But omg, the organisation was quite screwed. Like we went to the canteen after school and were just sitting around, waiting for the bus because we thought it would leave at 2.45, when in fact it left at 2. So I went to buy food, I came back, 6 of them were &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt; and JiaPing came looking for me. We figured they had gone to the basketball court to practise a bit before the actual game, but they weren't there so we thought we'd just play together for a while. Then we saw Siew Jia who told us when the bus actually left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jiaping and I had to walk in the sweltering sun and take bus to CCAB. We missed the first two games, but following all of that, basketball was pretty fun. I'm not bad I think! Just that I really can't dribble the ball when people are waving their arms around me. In between games I would feel a little loner (as usual), because I just didn't know what to say to the others, because when I said something, they wouldn't really give any response (again, with the they think I'm a loser theory) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference in the playing as time passed by was really obvious. People got injured, people slid and fell over the floor more. The exhaustion and sweat on the floor! But basketball really isn't a sport for me. Too violent for me! People pushing and whacking places they shouldn't... But it was fun. Walking to the bus stop with Jiaping was fun too. (: Attempting to pronounce cumulonimbus without much success. Our buses came simultaneously! How awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that's health week this year. The last one in SC! Thinking of bhangra dance, shouldn't the class be starting to choreograph the dance for ACES day... The theme this year is kind of general I guess, not fun or cool theme to dance along to, like bollywood or hip hop etc. I guess there are only so many types of dances that are possible for inflexible, stiff people like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2329911950259083076?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2329911950259083076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2329911950259083076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2329911950259083076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2329911950259083076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/08/hleath-week.html' title='Hleath Week!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-3014948815845543372</id><published>2009-08-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:44:13.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala Lola</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pn5GSOPxTgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pn5GSOPxTgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME! This is actually a 1970s song by The Kinks.&lt;br /&gt;But McFly and Busted redid it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell what it's about?&lt;br /&gt;HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3014948815845543372?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3014948815845543372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3014948815845543372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3014948815845543372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3014948815845543372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/08/lalalala-lola.html' title='Lalalala Lola'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-7445405453045095607</id><published>2009-08-09T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:15:46.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's your birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 44TH SINGAPORE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wishes. Do they come true?...Ella.xoxo says:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY buddyyyy&lt;br /&gt;miranda* it's all right here, wherever we are. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha HAPPY NATIONAL DAY to you too buddy!'&lt;br /&gt;though we should realy be wishing it to singapore right -_-&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Wishes. Do they come true?...Ella.xoxo&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WE ARE SINGAPORE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-7445405453045095607?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/7445405453045095607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=7445405453045095607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7445405453045095607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/7445405453045095607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-your-birthday.html' title='it&apos;s your birthday!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-5573337188664827526</id><published>2009-08-08T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:45:00.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at all of the faces, they shine brightly in the sun</title><content type='html'>Nday was as usual, awesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;Maching contingent&lt;br /&gt;OH MANN so proud of everyone. (: Three days were such a short time, but we still managed to look good most of the way I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dlSiIsaI/AAAAAAAAArs/0MjboOMuIvc/s1600-h/5651_1211696774018_1276731088_622404_8022592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367478857362878882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dlSiIsaI/AAAAAAAAArs/0MjboOMuIvc/s320/5651_1211696774018_1276731088_622404_8022592_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TISA&lt;/strong&gt; - for being a great contingent commander, and coming back on Friday and commanding even though you were still sick! Thanks for the choco gummies, but remember? You're the burger while i'm the patty! Or something like that. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICK PREFECTS&lt;/strong&gt; - like tisa, for marching even though you had just recovered, or even not quite recovered from your sickness. i.e. Tria, Pei Yi, Siew etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW PREFECTS&lt;/strong&gt; - for offering your time to the PB that you just stepped into, and for the commitment over those three days before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And with that, my last march ever for SCPB. 2008, Sports Day and National Day, 2009, Sports Day and National Day. I think marching was really a great experience. It's good bonding I think! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dl_kkusI/AAAAAAAAAr0/aysNIVNIqCY/s1600-h/DSC06827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367478869452700354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dl_kkusI/AAAAAAAAAr0/aysNIVNIqCY/s320/DSC06827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;Those singing sessions before National Day, what's the use, everybody knows that the spirit on the day itself will be the highest, and this goes without saying! Standing in front of the field with both the 58th and 59th PB, running rounds around the field with trains. We looked like we just showered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dmUq-fsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/0sE7IWjL2DY/s1600-h/DSC06845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367478875116699330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dmUq-fsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/0sE7IWjL2DY/s320/DSC06845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCDAY&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be a picnic with the class, but I never actually sat down with them. COTTON CANDY SELLING! Got to know the new sec 1 prefects some more! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dmui5EMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/SOaBfXDZFjg/s1600-h/DSC06862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367478882062110914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dmui5EMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/SOaBfXDZFjg/s320/DSC06862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCBT outing!&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were only 5 of us. Initially we were going to watch HBP (for me, again), then we changed to watch UP 3D, and then finally we only watched UP. We went to the Park Mall Sakae again! HAHA. We definitely didn't make as much noise and eat as much as the last time we stormed through that place, but OMG, WEN HUI. Cannot bring you anywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WH left, PF went home to change. Siew, Sa and I went to the arcade, only when we left for toilet break and came back did we realise that only people 16 and above were allowed in. But what did we matter, we saw little kids half our height in there. We played arcade games. OMG arcade basketball is frightening especially when I play. Alone. The balls kept flying backwards and Sa and Siew would have to catch them, and then finally, WHACK. Right square in the face. I'M SUCH A LOSER. But, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; the BISHIBASHIQUEEN. Owned Siew and Sa like crazy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dnDODDeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/3izUw7KZMmc/s1600-h/DSC06882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367478887611829730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dnDODDeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/3izUw7KZMmc/s320/DSC06882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to watch UP. IT"S GOOD. Oh man. It was cute, it was as usual, SUPER DUPER original. Oh and the short film before it. HAHA. Squirrel! Ball! Old men fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20090531/Up325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20090531/Up325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Sa and I went to PF's house. Spent half the time there treating her, because she jumped off her table and cut herself on it's side. -_- Then we played some Tahiti, where PF would always have like 9304892384 cards left while both Sa and I would have maybe 3 cards left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went home. I was SO EXHAUSTED. From yesterday, from sleeping at 12 and waking up at 5.30 every morning for the past 4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-5573337188664827526?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/5573337188664827526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=5573337188664827526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5573337188664827526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/5573337188664827526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-at-all-of-faces-they-shine.html' title='look at all of the faces, they shine brightly in the sun'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/Sn0dlSiIsaI/AAAAAAAAArs/0MjboOMuIvc/s72-c/5651_1211696774018_1276731088_622404_8022592_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-1528600086624415383</id><published>2009-08-06T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:07:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fantastic four</title><content type='html'>This is bloody brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHBVnMf2t7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHBVnMf2t7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-1528600086624415383?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/1528600086624415383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=1528600086624415383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1528600086624415383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/1528600086624415383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/08/fantastic-four.html' title='fantastic four'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-460095023356334071</id><published>2009-08-02T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:30:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectacular!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVMvRfjsyI/AAAAAAAAArk/Xs-BiuwnYQw/s1600-h/Spectacular_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365278906115142434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVMvRfjsyI/AAAAAAAAArk/Xs-BiuwnYQw/s320/Spectacular_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Spectacular! after my 1 and a half hour nap after coming home from GIB.&lt;br /&gt;It's hardly like High School Musical I think.&lt;br /&gt;1) It's not about a musical. It's show choir (which I think is really cool)&lt;br /&gt;2) The lead actor is definitely cuter/hotter than Zac Efron and has an awesometastic voice (Nolan Gerard Funk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeUOG7UIPug/SZHjR0NJtsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/umCgkxKtxIw/s320/nolan-gerard-funk-spectacular-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeUOG7UIPug/SZHjR0NJtsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/umCgkxKtxIw/s320/nolan-gerard-funk-spectacular-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It's rock-ier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I like it more than HSM, but I think it's nice. It's a cooler high school musical. =D Oh, but the songs are like, written by the people who wrote songs for HSM. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite song from the movie! (: Everything can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Et1RPvirXPc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Et1RPvirXPc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-460095023356334071?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/460095023356334071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=460095023356334071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/460095023356334071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/460095023356334071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/08/spectacular.html' title='Spectacular!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVMvRfjsyI/AAAAAAAAArk/Xs-BiuwnYQw/s72-c/Spectacular_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-6883950870417085866</id><published>2009-08-02T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:04:06.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything can change</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a long time! Been so busy, mugging for chem and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So, GIB.&lt;br /&gt;I must say it was really short, so it feels kind of like a dream thing, like it never happened. But I know it did because of the numerous albums on facebook and my awesome gummies in front of me now. (:&lt;br /&gt;Had the chem test at 6.30 in the morning, I think it was quite ok actually, I left one question blank but I think (hope!) I'll live through it.&lt;br /&gt;So after that.&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Farisha in the bus, at first it was a little sian I think, we were all quite tired. So I slept a little, talked a little, failed singing a little.&lt;br /&gt;Pulai Springs resort is pretty nice :D&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing we did was have a tea break and change.&lt;br /&gt;play some ice breaker games, the silent interview thing and the tennis ball company. HAHA funny. Washing board!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch. My group sat at the teachers' table. Whoops. HEHE. Because it wa prettier, with a black really lazy susan in the middle, nice glasses and all. Lunch was OK.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some lectures about being a prefect and baseline standards and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were games! We went to the field. First game was to piggy back your group mate blindfolded and then make your way through and obstacle course. I piggybacked Charita, failing the first time because I knocked something, second time was pretty fast. (:&lt;br /&gt;Gaya and Siew Yun and Shana were so annoying! HAHA, they would purposely run in front of people and dump objects right in front of them. Then the people they were piggy backing would be like "STOPPP!" Then they would follow them, with every step they take, dumping something in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the "get the mentos from the flour while doing some weird way of moving". HAHA I was really slow, because I was being prissy and tried to get as little flour as possible on me. HEHE. Sandy took another mentos for no reason! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that was the soap football. That was SUPER SUPER fun. Like, there were mats laid out, mats covered with soap and water. Then we had to go round on all fours, scoring goals and such. SO FUN. I got totally soapy. Quite a few people got cut on the rocks though, I nearly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to clean the mats which was real troublesome, but then some Indian men helped us by using a hose and washing them. Then we forced some money on them and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially supposed to room with Nat, Mei Yin, Samy, See-toh and Amanda, but since three of them came down with h1n1, I ended up rooming with Samy, Amanda, Celine and Ashley. It wasn't really what I expected but yeah. It was quite nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at the same restaurant as we did last year! Not complaining, food was gooddd. There were not enough tables for every group to have their own table, so then we had to split up and then I was walking with Sandy, and then Madam Wahida signalled to me to sit down with her, and I think she said my name, but then Sandy dragged my shirt and moved me to another table! I felt so horrible, but the other table was fun. We played the number game, and then Samy was SUPER lucky, and had to eat like 5 times! I didn't get anything HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went shopping. Chris, Tisa, Debbie, Farisha, Smalley and I wanted to go Baskin Robbins to eat, but there was a SUPER long queue, so we went to Starbucks instead. So we just sat there talking about everything and anything. Love these people (: Chris and I then went to the supermarket and we bought Kinder Bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night Amanda and I ran over to Sandy, Deborah, Sha, Smalley and Chris' place to play bridge. It was SO FUN. HAHA. We kept accidentally revealing whose partner's we were and then Amanda was like &lt;em&gt;SOOOO&lt;/em&gt; interested in it. HAHA. Jac came over also. We played until like 12.45 then Amanda and I ran back to our room. Samy was sleeping already and Ashley and Celine weren't back yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at at 6.50 in the morning, went for PT. It wasn't very tiring, which is good! Buffet breakfast was good, but I ate too much carbs so I didn't eat a lot. After packing and all we went for the closing ceremony. Did some reflections. My group was leaning against each other's back, which is amazingly comfortable! Then we played like Blow Wind Blow and stuff. Then we were given our probation badges and we saw the montage which was FULL of unglams, and showed very little of Elastic Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS SAMY, GAYA AND SMALLEY&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe in you guys. You'll make SC the most enthu it's ever been. Exco will be revealed on Thursday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for lunch at another place we went to last year. Even better food! But quite a lot I couldn't eat. Played the number game again, I was the only one who never guessed the number. HAHA How pro am I, seriously? Camwhored with my group, badminton etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went shopping at these small Malaysian shops with tidbits and I bought my usual big packet of gummies. :D Then we went to a chocolate boutique where they had like, tomato white chocolate, Sesame dark chocolate, tropical chocolate and more. It was super expensive! So I spent the time walking around the store, pointing at sec one's trying to remember their names. I think it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, our bus was super high and we were screaming every song we knew, all the way back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you were to lazy or bored to read all that ^:&lt;br /&gt;1. 59SCPB is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGoaELuQI/AAAAAAAAArE/8X1ycYBug6Q/s1600-h/6488_1215485145473_1179164492_648947_5236817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365272191087393026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGoaELuQI/AAAAAAAAArE/8X1ycYBug6Q/s320/6488_1215485145473_1179164492_648947_5236817_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lava/Elastic Girl is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGorUudVI/AAAAAAAAArM/YkahZExAhbA/s1600-h/DSC06707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365272195720181074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGorUudVI/AAAAAAAAArM/YkahZExAhbA/s320/DSC06707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aisyah. Me. Duckie. Sandy. Pei Yi. Joy. Ashley. Charita. Justine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SAT is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGo5luCfI/AAAAAAAAArU/ALIUxmX2-_M/s1600-h/DSC06761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365272199549553138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGo5luCfI/AAAAAAAAArU/ALIUxmX2-_M/s320/DSC06761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;cener&gt;Me. Amanda. Jac. +Chris. +Samy. &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. SCBT is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGpRq_pII/AAAAAAAAArc/j32RX94P5Js/s1600-h/DSC06776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365272206014129282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGpRq_pII/AAAAAAAAArc/j32RX94P5Js/s320/DSC06776.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Vicky. Me. Siew. Velle. Joy. Charita. Joce. +Melo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This trip really was a good bonding one. I totally hung out with people out of my comfort zone some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people were sick before and during the trip. ): But I guess the fact that some people didn't come actually made me know other people better. So anyway, get well soon all my little lovelies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6883950870417085866?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6883950870417085866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6883950870417085866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6883950870417085866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6883950870417085866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-can-change.html' title='everything can change'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SnVGoaELuQI/AAAAAAAAArE/8X1ycYBug6Q/s72-c/6488_1215485145473_1179164492_648947_5236817_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-3753165224562979906</id><published>2009-07-18T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:09:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinabaluuu</title><content type='html'>I just realised I forgot to i wish Tom Fletcher Happy Birthday on my blog. Probably because I was doing it everywhere else. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOMAS MICHAEL FLETHCER, YOU'RE 24!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SmGrXsr7B8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jMHaK1krlTk/s1600-h/1yk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359753455168325570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_svSUE-oGqO8/SmGrXsr7B8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jMHaK1krlTk/s320/1yk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin is still the cutest cat EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning I got to Bukit Timah Hill at 8. Waited and waited and waited, then I saw Hannah and Jia Hui who very nicely waited with me for my groupmates to come. Turns out they went all the way to Bukit Batok Nature Park instead of Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after one hour of waiting, they finally came and we set off down the green path. It was CRAZY tiring, but it wasn't THAT THAT bad. We decided to take this U-turn to go back, and we went by the rock path because it seemed like a short-cut. It was a HARD short-cut! We were grabbing on to rocks and branches and there was a bee hive. This really nice man helped us along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! HAHA. Phuong Ling wore a skirt! Because she didn't think it will be that tiring, and she wanted to match the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Bukit Timah Hill really reminded me of the pre-Kinabalu times.&lt;br /&gt;The way I suffered through the trainings, totally completing all the stair climbing sets once.&lt;br /&gt;Finally learning that Sandy is crazy fast and it doesn't matter if she laps me 1294790214 times.&lt;br /&gt;The after-training going out with Siew, Chris and Renee!&lt;br /&gt;Walking alllllll the way to Bukit Timah Plaza because we thought the building nearer was it, but it wasn't. The eating pizza (:&lt;br /&gt;Planning to take the bus to KAP to eat, but then after realising that the stop was really far from KAP, deciding to just go to Serene instead.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbing to Sakae to eat Ramen, and Renee being weird by eating the ginger straight out of the container. Oh yeah, haha and Chris and Renee waited outside the Reserve for Siew and I for like half an hour because they didn't know where we were and our phones were off. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabalu was such a great experience (:, but I don't think I will want to go again. It's the kind of one time special memory things. And the group isn't the same anyway. It's always the people that makes the trip on the whole fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3753165224562979906?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3753165224562979906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3753165224562979906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3753165224562979906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3753165224562979906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/07/kinabaluuu.html' title='kinabaluuu'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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/_svSUE-oGqO8/SmGrXsr7B8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/jMHaK1krlTk/s72-c/1yk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271612.post-3749376129904830215</id><published>2009-07-17T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:58:12.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody scream your heart out</title><content type='html'>Finally. Today has been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Chem test was kind of scam.&lt;br /&gt;1. It was all multiple choice&lt;br /&gt;2. About 1/3 of the things I was cramming to study wasn't even tested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that I just looked forward to the end of the day. (:&lt;br /&gt;After school, Adine and I started playing Hangman on the white board while waiting for Nat-the-trip-sciencer-who-ends-at-2.30. It then turned into playing Bingo with Carolyn and Laura, then Bimbo, which is basically Bingo just that you aim to lose if not you're a bimbo. Then Bingogo which took uber long. Then other people joined like Pris and Cheryl and Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;2.30 came fast. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to wisma, had lunch at Food Republic, walked around, then went to cine. The bet nat and sardine totally failed when they both caved in -_- and we bought Famous Amos and giant ice lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince is good! It's so fun watching with nat and sardine because we keep making comments and then we talk a little loudly (oops). When the part in the cave and the hand came out of the water part, like the whole cinema screamed. Sardine, was exceptionally screamish. She did that super high pitched loud one and everyone stared at us. HAHA. But I was the one grabbing on to her most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Ginny together is just weird. Weird weird weird. Tom Felton. I can't tell whether he is hot or not! Like, sometimes he is, sometimes he just looks old an weird. Ron is cute - literally. Ugly, but adorable kind of thing. And sometimes Emma Watson looks a little bit like Kristen Stewart to me. Weirddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good relaxation. Deprived or not, it was the first time I went out to watch a movie right after school =DD Back Row Bullies are just great. So sad that meiyin wasn't here. Why do you have to be so hardworking meiyin?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch agaiinnnn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I have to be at Bukit Timah Hill at 8am D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-3749376129904830215?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/3749376129904830215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=3749376129904830215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3749376129904830215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/3749376129904830215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/07/everybody-scream-your-heart-out.html' title='everybody scream your heart out'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-6486763888904560031</id><published>2009-07-13T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:12:56.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you even care?</title><content type='html'>How insensitive can you get.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even want to listen to what I have to say about what I'm trying to tell you, and you make it worse and just tell me "So in short you didn't make it lah". If you &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; listening you would know how much it means to me and you wouldn't be so freaking insensitive, or maybe you would anyway. You don't even care why or what, maybe it's just that I didn't get another thing I wanted. How pitiful, let's just move on with life as if nothing happened, it doesn't even affect you at all does it?&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a ball of suck now a days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad for the friends I have. I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-6486763888904560031?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/6486763888904560031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=6486763888904560031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6486763888904560031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/6486763888904560031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-even-care.html' title='Do you even care?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-8499072687411380867</id><published>2009-07-10T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:30:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa.</title><content type='html'>I am shocked.&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-8499072687411380867?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/8499072687411380867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=8499072687411380867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8499072687411380867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/8499072687411380867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoa.html' title='whoa.'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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-8271612.post-2275052173336847396</id><published>2009-07-03T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:34:40.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;tommcfly Just had some phone interviews with Singapore. Were great, hope we can get out there soon. Had to wake Jones up for his interviews.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe the elation and the bubbling inside of me now. I'm beaming crazily at the computer screen. RAAHHHHHHHHH!!! I need to find out where this phone interview is going to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271612-2275052173336847396?l=not-working.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/feeds/2275052173336847396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271612&amp;postID=2275052173336847396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2275052173336847396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271612/posts/default/2275052173336847396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-working.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420100340879408564</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>
