<?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-927184242482741221</id><updated>2012-01-23T21:12:35.785+08:00</updated><category term='Random Sheena'/><category term='SMSS Sheena'/><category term='Insane Sheena'/><category term='ISB'/><category term='IB'/><category term='Emo Sheena'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Sheena on Holidays'/><category term='IB Sheena'/><category term='Thinking Sheena'/><category term='Happy Sheena'/><category term='Sheena Daily'/><category term='RVPOTD'/><category term='Reminiscing Sheena'/><category term='Sheena Celebrates'/><title type='text'>sheenananawee.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>347</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-5010282289466544433</id><published>2012-01-23T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:44:29.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Celebrates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Sheena'/><title type='text'>HAPPY CNY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dq3O_h_s7Aw/Txzwm9biKwI/AAAAAAAAEkY/IVnZ0cB9zHM/s1600/CNY2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dq3O_h_s7Aw/Txzwm9biKwI/AAAAAAAAEkY/IVnZ0cB9zHM/s640/CNY2012.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to all my dear readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that you and your family will have a wonderful and prosperous new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In this dragon year, I hope you guys will be happy happy, healthy healthy and heng heng.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To students, I hope you guys will do well in your studies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To 2011 O Level, AS Level, A Level, IBO, and any other big exam takers, &lt;b&gt;I HOPE WE'LL ACHIEVE GOOD RESULTS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To people who aren't married, I hope you get a lot of angpao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To couples and married people, I hope you guys will last long long and no one will be forever alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To married people, I hope you will strike lottery, so you can give people more angpao (or just feel very lucky la hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To people who puak kiao, I hope you win many many $$$.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To people taking IB, I hope we will continue being sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To people who play firecrackers, I hope you are very careful and don't burn yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To little kids, I hope you are very happily collecting many angpaos and playing with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To people who are not in the CNY mood, &lt;b&gt;GET IN THE CNY MOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To every one, I hope that you will have a really lucky and blessed year :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading my blog and I hope that in this lunar new year, I will have more amazing posts, and new amazing readers? Heh heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May your new year be filled with luck, prosperity, health, wealth &amp;amp; success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-5010282289466544433?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/5010282289466544433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=5010282289466544433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/5010282289466544433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/5010282289466544433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-cny.html' title='HAPPY CNY!!'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dq3O_h_s7Aw/Txzwm9biKwI/AAAAAAAAEkY/IVnZ0cB9zHM/s72-c/CNY2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-5580745601873272963</id><published>2012-01-22T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:55:36.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB Sheena'/><title type='text'>Tough</title><content type='html'>I'm just sitting here mindlessly typing away on my keyboard while the other are.. I don't know, maybe eating their reunion dinner or playing with firecrackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing homework, and it's driving me mad. &lt;b&gt;IB is a tough cookie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the sudden urge to update my blog, but I have nothing in mind to type. Wait no, actually I have a lot of things in mind but it would be a little inappropriate to type out here. This blog is way too exposed. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it isn't a bad thing, but I'm just a little little bit uncomfortable with typing all sorts of rubbish here. And, I'm pretty sure that no one would want to read... about me... HAHA. Wait no, if you didn't want to read about me, what are you doing on this blog?! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get red highlights.............. or dye my hair red...... but I haven't gotten the chance to. HAHA. I don't know, I think it'd be cool to get red highlights ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I'm like a firecracker or something just waiting to be lit up. I'm ready to burst into flames any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sick and tired of life, to a certain extent. I feel like no one gets me, or understands me (Although I know that there are a few who really do....). I'm blessed to have amazing friends who understand me and would listen to me.. I'm blessed to have a .. happy.. healthy.. family. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, at times, I really feel like disappearing. I just want to be alone. Because no one actually show that they really do understand me or shiz like that... I mean, the people I see everyday.. Yeah, okay, nevermind, I'm okay, I don't know how to put all these shiz into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm gonna go play with firecrackers... Heeheeeee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-5580745601873272963?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/5580745601873272963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=5580745601873272963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/5580745601873272963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/5580745601873272963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2012/01/tough.html' title='Tough'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-8356068789373447111</id><published>2012-01-11T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:08:57.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insane Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RVPOTD'/><title type='text'>Do It Up</title><content type='html'>Ohai everyone! I'm currently sitting in the IB Common Room (Heheheee makes me feel Harry Potter-ish because at Hogwarts, there are&amp;nbsp;common rooms) while waiting for time to pass. Of course it's after school hours.. I wouldn't blog if it weren't. I'm a good girl.... remember? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common room is empty right now and I'm all alone, so yeah, I'm blogging. I wouldn't have the nerves to blog if there were people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of person who doesn't like it when people look at me do my work, or actually, do something. I find it uncomfortable when people stand behind me while I'm typing out my reports or typing out my blog post, or even typing out a message on my phone; Even if the message is to them! I'm more comfortable with passing them my phone to read... Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel that way too? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term is going to leave me feeling perpetually tired and drained. Every day when I get home from school, I can't even summon the energy to take a shower right away. I just want to lie down and laze around... but no, I can't do that. I have so much catch-up work to do that it's burying me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm kidding about my catch-up work burying me alive.. I don't have &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much work. It was just an exaggeration. However, I really feel as if I have this pile of never-ending work. Questions after questions, homeworks after homeworks, reports after reports. It's a never-ending cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some tests coming up for catching up.. Mandarin and ITGS to be exact. Ahhh, tiring to the max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your day? Mine was alright... I don't know, maybe when I get home and start thinking about stuff, I'll feel all emo again. HAHA. I've been feeling really lifeless lately.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if a huge part of my life is missing.. And I don't actually know what that "thing" is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I left after typing that sentence because it was time, hehe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home! I was wrong, I'm not feeling emo. I think I'm too tired or too happy to feel emo. HAHAHA. Pearl Milk Tea made my day ok. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy left for KL. Maybe that's the reason why I'm feeling like a huge chunk of my life is missing... but it's okay, I still have Charlene in Brunei...... but not for long. :( She's leaving for Melbourne soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, why is everyone leaving? &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the airport to send her off. I called Christy and asked her what time her flight was, even though I already knew what time it was.. Then I told her "Have a safe flight and good luck with everything"... Then she asked me where I was.. I then said "At school.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when I said that, the airport's PA system went "Te ne ne ne" I was like "OMG SHIT SHIT SHIT. Ok I gotta go now. Bye!!".. I asked her later on and I found out that she didn't even hear it =_=" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept hugging her and didn't let others hug her. Hehe. When they want to hug her, I'd just butt in and hug her :P For the front part only anyway, I'm a very nice girl, so everyone got to hug her =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I was really hyper. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqbtwadt1g/Tw1rlYeBwjI/AAAAAAAAEjE/C0Ou3h4IELQ/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqbtwadt1g/Tw1rlYeBwjI/AAAAAAAAEjE/C0Ou3h4IELQ/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+04.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIjXXfXLEE4/Tw1rnPQ3zQI/AAAAAAAAEjM/KnUUtsWwemw/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIjXXfXLEE4/Tw1rnPQ3zQI/AAAAAAAAEjM/KnUUtsWwemw/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+10.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We do this, a lot :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3EAEFRpmSo/Tw1ro3qk1tI/AAAAAAAAEjU/8MAUT08hUZ4/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3EAEFRpmSo/Tw1ro3qk1tI/AAAAAAAAEjU/8MAUT08hUZ4/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+26.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHZmhPa3-AY/Tw1rqfa_Z8I/AAAAAAAAEjc/AAWTByDptKI/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHZmhPa3-AY/Tw1rqfa_Z8I/AAAAAAAAEjc/AAWTByDptKI/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+27.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIhHjy29iZI/Tw1rsY7-crI/AAAAAAAAEjk/1lGKMM4N-XQ/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIhHjy29iZI/Tw1rsY7-crI/AAAAAAAAEjk/1lGKMM4N-XQ/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+35.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because I kept trying to butt into every picture, they had no choice but to cover my face with their hands.. HAHA. I was the one taking the picture though :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTrCfGuALPI/Tw1ruYkDNBI/AAAAAAAAEjs/UVOGyZQAiR4/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTrCfGuALPI/Tw1ruYkDNBI/AAAAAAAAEjs/UVOGyZQAiR4/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+36.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then they let me in :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbnkZNju5zU/Tw1rwgyyHnI/AAAAAAAAEj0/vORzjFjvKkg/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbnkZNju5zU/Tw1rwgyyHnI/AAAAAAAAEj0/vORzjFjvKkg/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+37.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then they tried pushing me out of the picture again... HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-wxbCvN92k/Tw1rya1K-YI/AAAAAAAAEj8/ib8KoTppwIw/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-wxbCvN92k/Tw1rya1K-YI/AAAAAAAAEj8/ib8KoTppwIw/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+38.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxTWxkjKswc/Tw1r1cRlbNI/AAAAAAAAEkE/ffGKkmcCoug/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxTWxkjKswc/Tw1r1cRlbNI/AAAAAAAAEkE/ffGKkmcCoug/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+41.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think that we look extremely flattering in this picture, what do you reckon? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBXJ-0T9HXg/Tw1r38-seII/AAAAAAAAEkM/ZnPv5WwvftM/s1600/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBXJ-0T9HXg/Tw1r38-seII/AAAAAAAAEkM/ZnPv5WwvftM/s640/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+49.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will miss these two, so so so so much. ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures on Facebook :) Link&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2669165480966.2129979.1010957564&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;:D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, the canteen lady asked if &lt;a href="http://reginaalim.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Regina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I were twins.. This has happened a lot in ISB, and I don't even know why! We don't even look the slightest bit alike! We tell people we know and they just laugh, we really really really don't look alike at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina &amp;amp; I: *standing at the stall waiting for canteen lady*&lt;br /&gt;Canteen lady: *turns around*&lt;br /&gt;--- And we thought she was going to ask us what we want ---&lt;br /&gt;Canteen lady: O.O Are you guys twins??&lt;br /&gt;Us: Ha?? No!!&lt;br /&gt;Canteen lady: Sisters?&lt;br /&gt;Us: No o.o&lt;br /&gt;Canteen lady: Cousins?&lt;br /&gt;Us: No...&lt;br /&gt;Canteen lady: So you guys are just friends?&lt;br /&gt;Us: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Canteen lady: But you guys look alike! A lot of people say right?&lt;br /&gt;Us: Yeap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY LO. We don't look the slightest bit alike... how can people think that we look alike?? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures with her, so you can't really compare... and even if you do, you'll see that we don't look alike. You can view her blog though, link's at the side &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amuses me how people think that we're twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never met anyone whom people thought I was twins with, so it's good in a way.... but the thing is, we don't look alike, so it really makes no sense, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. This is totally random but I think my hair smells good. Cynthia agrees with me. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: *takes off hair tie* Hehee my hair smells good *sniffs hair*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cynthia: I know!! I can smell it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cynthia: Hahah yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I was a tad too hyper from drinking 100Plus. Lalalala.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.P.S. Title was chosen by iTunes :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-8356068789373447111?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/8356068789373447111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=8356068789373447111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/8356068789373447111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/8356068789373447111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-it-up.html' title='Do It Up'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqbtwadt1g/Tw1rlYeBwjI/AAAAAAAAEjE/C0Ou3h4IELQ/s72-c/Bye+Bye+Christy+%253A%2527%2528+-+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-939588061531572429</id><published>2012-01-07T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:05:27.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Sheena'/><title type='text'>Down in the dumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I NEED RETAIL THERAPY!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only there were good shops in Brunei and I could go to them any time I want.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and if only it wouldn't burn a hole in my purse...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling really blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not doing any good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I just want to disappear for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-939588061531572429?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/939588061531572429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=939588061531572429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/939588061531572429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/939588061531572429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2012/01/down-in-dumps.html' title='Down in the dumps'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-6839130748416559204</id><published>2012-01-07T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:10:19.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insane Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB Sheena'/><title type='text'>Ambivalent</title><content type='html'>The first week of 2012 came and go really quickly. I don't exactly remember what I've done, it just zoomed past &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately and I've been doing a lot of things as a result of what I've been thinking about. I leapt one big step and did something out of the blue; felt extremely happy and relieved after doing what I did, but still felt really bad after thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really big thing, and I never thought I would do something like that. It was impromptu. It was sudden. It was outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, &lt;i&gt;to me&lt;/i&gt;, it was a really big thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish life had a rewind button, I'd go back to July 2010, and redo everything. I'd study harder, and I'd stop some things from happening. Who am I kidding? Life never had a rewind button and it never will. Once something is done, it's done. There's nothing you can do about it except accepting the fact that it has happened and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I weren't in Brunei. I don't even know why. I just want to get away from life for a little bit.. Maybe go to some foreign country alone and just explore? Just a random thought. Maybe it has something to do with the dream I had last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a country.. which I don't recognise, all alone. I was walking along the streets in my peppermint coloured dress which was paired with a blazer with a DSLR, taking pictures of my surroundings. I felt happy, all nice and fluffy inside. HAHA. So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is dull and boring right now, all I do is.. eat, sleep, study, drink, shower, do homework, go to school, yep. Nothing much, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week onwards, I'll have to skip a few lunch breaks to do catch-up works with my respective subject teachers and I'll also have to stay back after school to do catch-up works. I have a feeling, my whole term would be filled with catch-up work and I'm going to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started and I've already sort of admitted defeat, saying that I will go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently agreed to do something I've never done before and I'm afraid that I wouldn't do any good in it. Let's hope for all the best and let's hope I won't screw up. I won't say what that thing is yet though; not many people know about it. :P I'll disclose it after I've done it..... Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WzcC3vFnZO4/Twffjd3B2xI/AAAAAAAAEi8/cgX8I1faSe8/s1600/EnglishLANGANDLIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WzcC3vFnZO4/Twffjd3B2xI/AAAAAAAAEi8/cgX8I1faSe8/s640/EnglishLANGANDLIT.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This, is what I have to do for English right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was given a picture and I was expected to write 3-5 pages for that one picture. I still can't do that much... I've only done 2 pages max. I've been super lost in some classes and I really miss my old school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I miss my old friends. I miss my ex-classmates. I miss SMSS. I miss the past. I miss everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still not used to life in ISB; I don't know if I'll &amp;nbsp;ever be. I hope I will and after this short span of 1 1/2 years, I'll leave ISB with the same feelings I left SMSS with; missing all my friends and teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I can... after all, D' Mazeltovs bonded and got closer with each other in a short span of 2 years... Ahhh, I don't know, I can't really be sure about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y I FEEL SO EMO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-6839130748416559204?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/6839130748416559204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=6839130748416559204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/6839130748416559204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/6839130748416559204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2012/01/ambivalent.html' title='Ambivalent'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WzcC3vFnZO4/Twffjd3B2xI/AAAAAAAAEi8/cgX8I1faSe8/s72-c/EnglishLANGANDLIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-5500799824834684913</id><published>2012-01-01T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:56:39.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Celebrates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Sheena'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY 2012 EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a picture of me to welcome the new year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait for it............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait for it............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait for it............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HvPX7bRFP3U/TwBEi-aoJaI/AAAAAAAAEi0/u9CX2Vrag5M/s1600/Photo+on+1-1-12+at+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HvPX7bRFP3U/TwBEi-aoJaI/AAAAAAAAEi0/u9CX2Vrag5M/s640/Photo+on+1-1-12+at+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not worth the wait? Well, I guess some things are just not worth the time :P But, if you've never waited, and you've never persevered in your life, where do you think you would be right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Would you be doing what you're doing? Would you be who you are today?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe, I'm talking crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'd best be gone before I type out more rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My previous blog post comprise of my 4 years in Seri Mulia Sarjana School, but not in detail. It took me a really long time to type that blog post, and I don't even know why I did it. 4 years in a blog post, what was I thinking??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who would even read the whole thing? (Actually I've got a few friends who told me they read everything... But yeah, any other stranger would be like "-scroll scroll scroll- Ok give up. -close tab-". Tell me, am I right or wrong? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New Year Resolutions; I sort of have them but I won't type them out here. Maybe at the end of the year, if I'm able to actually keep them, I'll type them out... and maybe if I'm not able to keep them, I'll also type them out. I don't really know. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's 2012. Maybe the end of the world is coming, maybe it isn't. Just make the best out of it :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, I don't think that the world will really end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the world can't end because I haven't completed my IB course and Janane &amp;amp; I planned to go around Australia!! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, if it really happens, I don't know leh... HAHA. Be prepared for it? Wtf. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No no, think positive. The end of the world won't come that quickly. But it might if you carry on not caring about the Earth.. Global warming's already happening ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ho and I spoke on the phone earlier just now (around 12.30...? HAHA), and we've both decided that we don't believe that the world is going to end, but, maybe Brunei is going to start having 4 seasons and it'll be snowing here. HEHE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I just wasted some of your precious time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's ok, 2012 is a leap year, we have an extra day! :D Make everything you do worthwhile ok?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Or maybe there's going to be a zombie apocalypse. STOCK UP YOUR FOOD PEOPLE!!!!! STOCK UP YOUR NECESSITIES!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.P.S. &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;if it's really going to be the end of the world ah, DO anything you want to do, DO anything you feel like doing. Or else you'll regret. Do things like..... I don't know, bungee jumping? randomly hugging a stranger? telling the person you like that you like them? make a joke out of yourself? go on a rollercoaster? It's up to you! HAHA. Ok I'm wasting your time... Bye. ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.P.P.S. I hope all of you will have a great year ahead and thanks for reading my blog!! :) x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/927184242482741221-5500799824834684913?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/5500799824834684913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=5500799824834684913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/5500799824834684913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/5500799824834684913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012.html' title='HAPPY 2012.'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HvPX7bRFP3U/TwBEi-aoJaI/AAAAAAAAEi0/u9CX2Vrag5M/s72-c/Photo+on+1-1-12+at+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-3841072025315654724</id><published>2011-12-31T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:55:36.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Celebrates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMSS Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insane Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Sheena'/><title type='text'>4 years in a blog post</title><content type='html'>A special day calls for a blog post! What special day? New Year's Eve, of course. It's the last day of 2011 and I can finally judge how my year was. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the year, when I realised that I wouldn't be able to blog on a daily basis anymore, like I did last year, mostly because I'm too lazy, I told myself that I'd post more than 50 posts on this blog this year. And guess what? This is my 51st post :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was a great year. A lot of challenges and obstacles were faced, but I got through them. Just like every other year, it had its ups and its downs. I'll definitely miss 2011, especially my SMSS school mates. Everything is just so different without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the two things I'll miss most are: my omgsofriendly school mates and PRYNSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times I'll be saying this throughout my life, but I seriously seriously miss PRYNSA. I miss every little memory from PRYNSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to our sites to catch the crabs under the hot sun. I miss sweating like no tomorrow at the sites. I miss how we usually go to Sumbangsih just to get ABC. I miss that evil Uca Forcipata which "kiapped" our fingers. I miss spending a lot of time typing out our PRYNSA reports. I miss practicing for the presentation relentlessly. I even miss the teachers' negative comments on our presentation. Ah, there's just too much I miss from PRYNSA, typing them all would take forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first half of the year, I had to stand by the main gate with T.Sabu and a few other counsellors, to say "Good morning" to every student.. I swear I know everyone's faces already. HAHA. It was a very.. weird thing to do ok.. Standing by the gate and saying good morning -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to type right now, wtf. The whole year was normal, and it just flew past. I hate how it flew past, so quickly. Asdflhgjasgha. I miss my Year 11C classmates a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt;. I miss D'Mazeltov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what I'll do :D This will be a super duper duper duper long post and I'll type about my 4 years in Seri Mulia Sarjana Secondary School (and my friends from school..) . Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably just be throwing myself into a pit of embarrassment by uploading all these pictures, but whatever. HAHA. At least...... this post will be.... entertaining? You can just look at my pictures, point at them and laugh your ass off. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRUE1Fq9PWI/Tv6FZVY2o5I/AAAAAAAAELo/ajgTcu9jxu4/s1600/CIMG3124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRUE1Fq9PWI/Tv6FZVY2o5I/AAAAAAAAELo/ajgTcu9jxu4/s640/CIMG3124.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jacqueline &amp;amp; Lai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These two were my really close friends throughout Year 7... To be honest, I don't have vivid memories about Year 7.... I can remember Primary 6 more vividly than I can remember Year 7. Weird, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was such a good girl, with my uniform tucked in (and my muffin top showing wtf), sleeves down and the top button buttoned up. When I reached Year 10, I just never bothered to button up the topmost button and I always roll my sleeves up. Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNdnaB_l6-E/Tv6JAzbEmmI/AAAAAAAAEMY/ccgix3i16yg/s1600/Kelvin%252C+Zeke%252C+Rose%252C+Sheena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNdnaB_l6-E/Tv6JAzbEmmI/AAAAAAAAEMY/ccgix3i16yg/s640/Kelvin%252C+Zeke%252C+Rose%252C+Sheena.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chinese New Year 2008, when I invited people I barely knew to my house for an openhouse. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember Zeke staying till about midnight because she loved my Lego candy. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfQlnHo9n4w/Tv6HN35VEEI/AAAAAAAAEL0/_8tE_iaPSjQ/s1600/CIMG2863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfQlnHo9n4w/Tv6HN35VEEI/AAAAAAAAEL0/_8tE_iaPSjQ/s640/CIMG2863.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture from Ashwini's last day of school. Hm, I wonder how she's doing now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mary, Jacqueline and Janane also left, after Year 8. Haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's this picture I really want to upload but I know Carrie will bury me alive if I do upload it up here :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtZFpcVj3FU/Tv6IVBIPLLI/AAAAAAAAEMA/5r-OjSWvtnE/s1600/CIMG3982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtZFpcVj3FU/Tv6IVBIPLLI/AAAAAAAAEMA/5r-OjSWvtnE/s640/CIMG3982.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, we had a fieldtrip to OGDC. Two actually, but I missed one of them. :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's Vanisa, Carrie and.. Janane sleeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7P5AFlMJ8FM/Tv6MDwixJoI/AAAAAAAAEMk/fV3fmA5SC50/s1600/CIMG3790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7P5AFlMJ8FM/Tv6MDwixJoI/AAAAAAAAEMk/fV3fmA5SC50/s640/CIMG3790.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also joined Karate with Lai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4v3lkl_juE/Tv6I6fxXTCI/AAAAAAAAEMI/sjzF5YnGlLA/s1600/jenifer.qamarina.adya.vami.lyana.teachertoni.wilson.teacherajees.gerard.tang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4v3lkl_juE/Tv6I6fxXTCI/AAAAAAAAEMI/sjzF5YnGlLA/s640/jenifer.qamarina.adya.vami.lyana.teachertoni.wilson.teacherajees.gerard.tang.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the year, we had a class party. These were .. most of my classmates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiPZ_8p66ao/Tv6I7HYI_4I/AAAAAAAAEMM/eafvvMx4gN0/s1600/lai.+jenifer.+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiPZ_8p66ao/Tv6I7HYI_4I/AAAAAAAAEMM/eafvvMx4gN0/s640/lai.+jenifer.+me.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finally straightened my hair, wtf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember nothing but getting first place this year after a struggle; having very competitive competitors in my class. My class ah, all smart smart one. It was so scary you know. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I went out with these people to "celebrate". HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkTJtYRNspA/Tv6OdDzeL-I/AAAAAAAAEMw/Zaz4W1cNtfs/s1600/CIMG4968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkTJtYRNspA/Tv6OdDzeL-I/AAAAAAAAEMw/Zaz4W1cNtfs/s640/CIMG4968.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-659Ie3ptxF4/Tv6Ohi3SAAI/AAAAAAAAENU/k0PZOsee4sY/s1600/UNI+arcade+pics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-659Ie3ptxF4/Tv6Ohi3SAAI/AAAAAAAAENU/k0PZOsee4sY/s200/UNI+arcade+pics.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-Enw77o8Gg/Tv6Of4Z3bgI/AAAAAAAAENA/VzQFlTDy2iM/s1600/UNI+arcade+pics+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-Enw77o8Gg/Tv6Of4Z3bgI/AAAAAAAAENA/VzQFlTDy2iM/s200/UNI+arcade+pics+4.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--M19z4hOZ4k/Tv6Oe65DfUI/AAAAAAAAEM4/hWKJUfjIUwA/s1600/UNI+arcade+pics+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--M19z4hOZ4k/Tv6Oe65DfUI/AAAAAAAAEM4/hWKJUfjIUwA/s320/UNI+arcade+pics+3.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBUMSRKyb3Q/Tv6Og9U-UNI/AAAAAAAAENM/DLJK-SdOm_o/s1600/UNI+arcade+pics+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBUMSRKyb3Q/Tv6Og9U-UNI/AAAAAAAAENM/DLJK-SdOm_o/s320/UNI+arcade+pics+5.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dTma9DNaC0/Tv6OeJ92zkI/AAAAAAAAEM0/VxgxxLWSZe0/s1600/UNI+arcade+pics+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dTma9DNaC0/Tv6OeJ92zkI/AAAAAAAAEM0/VxgxxLWSZe0/s200/UNI+arcade+pics+2.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also took these silly prints at Uni Arcade. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I give up on arranging the pictures, it was so hard -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also remember Teacher Carrie giving us her email address and saying that she used "01" because her name is Ling Yii. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also remember Teacher Jimmy being our Science teacher, and after he left, Teacher Agerico taught us Science and actually filled us up with random knowledge which had nothing to do with the syllabus, leaving Teacher Susie very frustrated the next year because we knew nothing about the last few Year 7 topics when we did revision :-P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2009&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SPE OMGWTFBBQ. I also started blogging, so if you've been reading this blog for a very long time, you.. probably already know. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUkaxOBMU3Y/Tv6P25WAjII/AAAAAAAAEN8/bP-Igq8Op9A/s1600/me+and+christy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUkaxOBMU3Y/Tv6P25WAjII/AAAAAAAAEN8/bP-Igq8Op9A/s640/me+and+christy.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got closer to this girl :') NO REGRETS. I would actually regret if I didn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JkiG6J9VdXI/Tv6P4wEo2SI/AAAAAAAAEOE/UsrirsqFKUc/s1600/me+and+laiminhui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JkiG6J9VdXI/Tv6P4wEo2SI/AAAAAAAAEOE/UsrirsqFKUc/s640/me+and+laiminhui.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uh yeah, I remember people thinking that I was a Malay because of this picture...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*glares at Tee Kai Yoong*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZhoM0Ecohk/Tv6P0ckdKhI/AAAAAAAAENw/efTRCyjub-w/s1600/lai%252C+me%252C+jacqueline%252C+carrie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZhoM0Ecohk/Tv6P0ckdKhI/AAAAAAAAENw/efTRCyjub-w/s640/lai%252C+me%252C+jacqueline%252C+carrie.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was during our Bruneiana Chinese New Year Celebration? I don't remember what it was called, but it was National Day + Chinese New Year Celebration.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MaXh4LRBUgQ/Tv6SBop-nMI/AAAAAAAAEOw/vpx_ni-mhr8/s1600/GIGA%2521GIGA%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MaXh4LRBUgQ/Tv6SBop-nMI/AAAAAAAAEOw/vpx_ni-mhr8/s640/GIGA%2521GIGA%2521.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joined BASE Camp with Aina, Zulwaqar and Zharief; where Aina and I were asked to go to sleep when we didn't want to and were asked to stay up when we wanted to sleep... and also where I was forced to dance =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Met a lot of amazing people there, and a few ended up being my close friends now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They're all not in that picture I just posted.... That picture is a picture of the team I was placed in. To be honest, if you ask me the names of ANY of them, I wouldn't know. I think I forgot everyone's names.. Wait, I remember the teacher's name and also Muna's, but the rest, zero, no idea at all. HEHE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCrR49Ui7B4/Tv6R8hE7rsI/AAAAAAAAEOo/K8ceRl2voIQ/s1600/explaining+to+goh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCrR49Ui7B4/Tv6R8hE7rsI/AAAAAAAAEOo/K8ceRl2voIQ/s640/explaining+to+goh.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got into the finals and ended up getting 5th place. :#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got closer to a few people at this time.. Mizah, Syaf, Jonathan, Alai, Zanna, yeah I guess that's it :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7R4hLZyL_A/Tv6XStgUviI/AAAAAAAAEPM/PGd7CmWeQ0Y/s1600/officers+are+in+black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7R4hLZyL_A/Tv6XStgUviI/AAAAAAAAEPM/PGd7CmWeQ0Y/s640/officers+are+in+black.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was the treasurer in English Society, and we had a heck load of activities that year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ-kmlzKIDk/Tv6XRM5Q0SI/AAAAAAAAEPE/Qu2T5jazCq0/s1600/go%2521go%2521go%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ-kmlzKIDk/Tv6XRM5Q0SI/AAAAAAAAEPE/Qu2T5jazCq0/s640/go%2521go%2521go%2521.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fun Days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRbAK0SUNck/Tv6XT65LFcI/AAAAAAAAEPU/k8ewC5nxHDU/s1600/top+secret%2521+HAHAHA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="618" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRbAK0SUNck/Tv6XT65LFcI/AAAAAAAAEPU/k8ewC5nxHDU/s640/top+secret%2521+HAHAHA.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also prepared roses and gifts for teachers who are mothers on Mother's Day; with our society members singing the song "Thank You". Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUNg3wzlLcQ/Tv6XPqHn24I/AAAAAAAAEO8/3nKlPgHhVUc/s1600/CIMG7125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUNg3wzlLcQ/Tv6XPqHn24I/AAAAAAAAEO8/3nKlPgHhVUc/s640/CIMG7125.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then, we had our nerve wracking orals for SPE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLIJqfFleqc/Tv6aA6Q28oI/AAAAAAAAEQM/80twxeJCAnU/s1600/CIMG7418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLIJqfFleqc/Tv6aA6Q28oI/AAAAAAAAEQM/80twxeJCAnU/s640/CIMG7418.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We so chill, we taking pictures. HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urdpgFhXWU8/Tv6Zo9s6M1I/AAAAAAAAEPg/5qIgu6Me7gs/s1600/CIMG7463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urdpgFhXWU8/Tv6Zo9s6M1I/AAAAAAAAEPg/5qIgu6Me7gs/s640/CIMG7463.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89xJo_1N24M/Tv6ZrQh-3YI/AAAAAAAAEPo/XqHOgCoWEdo/s1600/CIMG7465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89xJo_1N24M/Tv6ZrQh-3YI/AAAAAAAAEPo/XqHOgCoWEdo/s640/CIMG7465.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Man, I miss these girls ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuwpkHjxHWQ/Tv6aaE9rk1I/AAAAAAAAEQY/jW3-OGX5EYk/s1600/CIMG7469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuwpkHjxHWQ/Tv6aaE9rk1I/AAAAAAAAEQY/jW3-OGX5EYk/s640/CIMG7469.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think they were promoting global warming. HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZXy0LIA7FA/Tv6acKMHywI/AAAAAAAAEQg/oUDa-MKcf0I/s1600/CIMG7572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZXy0LIA7FA/Tv6acKMHywI/AAAAAAAAEQg/oUDa-MKcf0I/s640/CIMG7572.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you didn't laugh at this picture, you have serious problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8n_-olTpJI/Tv6ZyTSi2gI/AAAAAAAAEQA/NH2vsY_znac/s1600/CIMG7591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8n_-olTpJI/Tv6ZyTSi2gI/AAAAAAAAEQA/NH2vsY_znac/s640/CIMG7591.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then, we had lunch at Sing U Me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were all done with their orals before I was and they waited for me. So sweet of them &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The food was already there, getting cold already, but they still waited!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here comes Term 3 holidays, when they tormented us with Extra Classes which didn't really help, I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2Qecf44Ubk/Tv6blrX_ATI/AAAAAAAAEQw/gGHiH7qUoYs/s1600/CIMG7959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2Qecf44Ubk/Tv6blrX_ATI/AAAAAAAAEQw/gGHiH7qUoYs/s640/CIMG7959.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But as you can see, we made the best out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By drawing on dearest Maverick's face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I started it by writing "Punch Me" on his forehead. HAHA. Kenny wrote "HIV positive" on his left cheek (not shown in picture) and Carrie wrote "Zhou wo!" on his right cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, I miss those times. I miss Maverick :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXzGPgU25GM/Tv6bk0cfV1I/AAAAAAAAEQs/o1u2U6fmzUI/s1600/CIMG7922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXzGPgU25GM/Tv6bk0cfV1I/AAAAAAAAEQs/o1u2U6fmzUI/s640/CIMG7922.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND THIS, everyone, is Kenny Lee. In this picture, he shows you how the pros hide their newly pierced ear piercings. HAHAHA. He used a plaster to cover his ear piercing =_=" Wtf. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBf7x00jJJg/Tv6dmcd3NGI/AAAAAAAAERM/qK9newQHTQs/s1600/CIMG7176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBf7x00jJJg/Tv6dmcd3NGI/AAAAAAAAERM/qK9newQHTQs/s640/CIMG7176.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And there was that time when Lai, Janane and I decided to draw on a part of our neighbourhood's.. road. I think it took days to wash off despite the heavy rains. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the year, we decided to have a beach party or something since most of us were being separated.... But guess what.... only a few of us turned up that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Janane, Mary, Maverick, Hadi, Jonathan and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCCrqHc5aQk/Tv6iQYz0KyI/AAAAAAAAETg/WaoWAgpT1Bo/s1600/Image+4051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCCrqHc5aQk/Tv6iQYz0KyI/AAAAAAAAETg/WaoWAgpT1Bo/s640/Image+4051.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maverick very pissed because we brought so much food and no one turned up!! :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA, I'm kidding. But would you just look at the food ? : D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jonathan, who apparently didn't eat for a week, ate the macaroni I brought. Heh heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAhDmzSwsk/Tv6he3BNixI/AAAAAAAAESg/-ZhrQZupYc4/s1600/Image+599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAhDmzSwsk/Tv6he3BNixI/AAAAAAAAESg/-ZhrQZupYc4/s640/Image+599.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH YEAH, we had a LOT of drinks too. And we ended up wasting a few cans of Coke. Man, it was fun. We even took videos. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can view it here;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2010/03/coke-video.html"&gt;http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2010/03/coke-video.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I57vNBa-ELo/Tv6gux7yZAI/AAAAAAAAERg/pEbKRcjPhOs/s1600/13342_1245562946744_1459524036_672782_869106_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I57vNBa-ELo/Tv6gux7yZAI/AAAAAAAAERg/pEbKRcjPhOs/s640/13342_1245562946744_1459524036_672782_869106_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5VFoQwKQOqs/Tv6gxTZ3qlI/AAAAAAAAERo/YhMIu2Xhx5E/s1600/13342_1245565426806_1459524036_672794_2449524_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5VFoQwKQOqs/Tv6gxTZ3qlI/AAAAAAAAERo/YhMIu2Xhx5E/s640/13342_1245565426806_1459524036_672794_2449524_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MpTFj0nAfE/Tv6hkCStP9I/AAAAAAAAESw/5KT7Ud0upw4/s1600/Image+684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MpTFj0nAfE/Tv6hkCStP9I/AAAAAAAAESw/5KT7Ud0upw4/s640/Image+684.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oooooh my baby, sayang sayang" I still remember what Jonathan said really clearly =_= HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPJTzPYFYK4/Tv6g1DZXtrI/AAAAAAAAER4/lUGkvN4XXK8/s1600/Image+245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPJTzPYFYK4/Tv6g1DZXtrI/AAAAAAAAER4/lUGkvN4XXK8/s640/Image+245.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They then proceeded with... throwing my slipper around, as if it's a ball. That's Hadi, trying to get my slipper back. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DljpfULfbpA/Tv6gzOLcosI/AAAAAAAAERw/P1lwSrpXhcs/s1600/14344_1239404897845_1010957564_30765987_4820270_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DljpfULfbpA/Tv6gzOLcosI/AAAAAAAAERw/P1lwSrpXhcs/s640/14344_1239404897845_1010957564_30765987_4820270_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, pictures of us on swings. HAHA. All of us except for Jonathan, who didn't want to go on the swing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziNvQr0LvaM/Tv6hCGctbMI/AAAAAAAAESA/2bfwOOWyKcI/s1600/Image+445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziNvQr0LvaM/Tv6hCGctbMI/AAAAAAAAESA/2bfwOOWyKcI/s640/Image+445.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mary There Ann M. Pria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was the last time I saw her. She disappeared after that! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LyCXGWHB2-g/Tv6hO1GUDvI/AAAAAAAAESI/2SrFHu7fpqM/s1600/Image+450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LyCXGWHB2-g/Tv6hO1GUDvI/AAAAAAAAESI/2SrFHu7fpqM/s640/Image+450.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhwXjug6y44/Tv6hTuLxKWI/AAAAAAAAESQ/28IBesMFsX8/s1600/Image+529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhwXjug6y44/Tv6hTuLxKWI/AAAAAAAAESQ/28IBesMFsX8/s640/Image+529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qP_a969EsSM/Tv6hY1eMJEI/AAAAAAAAESY/hHaKNEtZNkg/s1600/Image+590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qP_a969EsSM/Tv6hY1eMJEI/AAAAAAAAESY/hHaKNEtZNkg/s640/Image+590.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Janane Yogesan; also one of the last times I saw her =___= She left for Australia without knowing that she was going to stay there for good. Hah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34jr0LV4wF0/Tv6iMqFw0nI/AAAAAAAAETY/kCTVHdE5dHM/s1600/Image+608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34jr0LV4wF0/Tv6iMqFw0nI/AAAAAAAAETY/kCTVHdE5dHM/s640/Image+608.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Al-Hadi Nazmi ssomethingggg. I don't remember his full name :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HcqFu7RwKM/Tv6hneVsLtI/AAAAAAAAES4/y2qpRAY-btc/s1600/Image+4039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HcqFu7RwKM/Tv6hneVsLtI/AAAAAAAAES4/y2qpRAY-btc/s640/Image+4039.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maverick Malabanan. The guy who left us somewhere in March, making all of us cry :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss this guy man. HAHA. So much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that was the Awarding Ceremony..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0PD7WHtuLk/Tv6l1MposEI/AAAAAAAAET0/_xp4spLfafU/s1600/Image+565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0PD7WHtuLk/Tv6l1MposEI/AAAAAAAAET0/_xp4spLfafU/s640/Image+565.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first time they did "If I were a voice" ; with ... costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6u-iRXyZl_8/Tv6mmsYYNlI/AAAAAAAAEUc/81AoEaIvons/s1600/Image+521.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6u-iRXyZl_8/Tv6mmsYYNlI/AAAAAAAAEUc/81AoEaIvons/s1600/Image+521.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A65HuHh6os/Tv6mqGuFHJI/AAAAAAAAEUk/bhSFEFllb5M/s1600/Image+623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A65HuHh6os/Tv6mqGuFHJI/AAAAAAAAEUk/bhSFEFllb5M/s640/Image+623.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was also the last time I got first place. FML. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my gosh, this is going to be a super long post. I'm getting lazy already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEAR 10C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyDgo3tgXos/Tv65icXxeFI/AAAAAAAAEYs/uFcX0N_49u8/s1600/Year+10C+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyDgo3tgXos/Tv65icXxeFI/AAAAAAAAEYs/uFcX0N_49u8/s640/Year+10C+2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;And this is Year 10C, after Shahina left in the middle of the year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I don't know how many times I've said this, but, eventhough we were in our own cliques on the first day of school and everything was so awkward...... We ended up like one big happy family. Don't all of us look happy? :D (Except for Koo.............)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnmAA5R-iRo/Tv65bJ-Wb5I/AAAAAAAAEYk/LLfKdcTjfvM/s1600/40045_1470126345737_1010957564_31400054_1216990_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnmAA5R-iRo/Tv65bJ-Wb5I/AAAAAAAAEYk/LLfKdcTjfvM/s640/40045_1470126345737_1010957564_31400054_1216990_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;The day when Christy and Ruby intended to take a picture of Lim and I and cut off our heads to stick on the bulletin board on our class. But they didn't do it in the end. Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had to do this Biology project and my group (Carrie, Christy, Lai, Jenifer and I) chose to do plant cells...... It was more of taking pictures and eating. HAHA. Our first plant cell was awesome and pretty but T. Jeffrey said it wasn't detailed enough, so we made another one, but it was crap. And one day, Ervin went over to Lai's house to help her make one out of jelly..... Yeah, he was nice, I don't know what happened to him. Or maybe he just hates me. Pfft.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But anyway, what he did turned out to be crappy. HAHAHA. (In your face, ervin, wtf)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, Lai and I made another one during midnight... in my carpark. HAHA. I am serious. Really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzRTI61kB9E/Tv6pTGNnGVI/AAAAAAAAEUw/v7ZFOw8_pG0/s1600/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzRTI61kB9E/Tv6pTGNnGVI/AAAAAAAAEUw/v7ZFOw8_pG0/s640/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10396.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JENIFER FU. SHE'S SO DANGEROUS WTF. CAN U SEE HOW DANGEROUS SHE IS??? HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOC_kK2oznI/Tv6pY4HLSFI/AAAAAAAAEU4/kok2SM6i_i8/s1600/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOC_kK2oznI/Tv6pY4HLSFI/AAAAAAAAEU4/kok2SM6i_i8/s640/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10409.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is me..... cutting up styrofoam. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-is6ZDTB2NKE/Tv6pal4ZDKI/AAAAAAAAEVA/fUxyXDTpbAc/s1600/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-is6ZDTB2NKE/Tv6pal4ZDKI/AAAAAAAAEVA/fUxyXDTpbAc/s640/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10411.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christy.... helping me out with the styrofoam. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnS68wU495I/Tv6pclK24fI/AAAAAAAAEVI/E5NjvWrZEzE/s1600/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnS68wU495I/Tv6pclK24fI/AAAAAAAAEVI/E5NjvWrZEzE/s640/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10415.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think she was cutting the nucleus. HAHA. This is Christy before she got her braces, I don't even really know why she got braces :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eve52gPCoVU/Tv6pfE2zOAI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/0soOprJJOCw/s1600/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eve52gPCoVU/Tv6pfE2zOAI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/0soOprJJOCw/s640/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10435.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my classmate of 10 years, Carrie Tay. Guess what she was doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aside from asking me not to take a picture la.. obviously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was ordering Pizza Hut, wtf. HAHA. We gave the pizza guy a hard time because it was raining so heavily on that day. HEHE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QnkrsobQWg/Tv6pwyjM11I/AAAAAAAAEVg/s31tQ0PI5Qc/s1600/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QnkrsobQWg/Tv6pwyjM11I/AAAAAAAAEVg/s31tQ0PI5Qc/s640/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10454.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then we started painting... newspapers. Loljk we were painting the parts of the cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXP2po6vJGY/Tv6prd7l7yI/AAAAAAAAEVY/Y5gaiq9dU7s/s1600/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXP2po6vJGY/Tv6prd7l7yI/AAAAAAAAEVY/Y5gaiq9dU7s/s640/13%252614+Jan+2010+-+10447.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I give you the permission to pretend that you don't know me. HAHAHA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyXN1c7Une0/Tv6sdNEch1I/AAAAAAAAEVs/YCK8gBKOs-8/s1600/kybday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyXN1c7Une0/Tv6sdNEch1I/AAAAAAAAEVs/YCK8gBKOs-8/s640/kybday.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then it was Kelvin's birthday :D We all chipped in some money and got him a cake. Aren't we lovely? ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thdIAlalLww/Tv6uQTHCRZI/AAAAAAAAEV4/GbiNSpYJr9w/s1600/Teatro+Sarjana+-+10603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="532" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thdIAlalLww/Tv6uQTHCRZI/AAAAAAAAEV4/GbiNSpYJr9w/s640/Teatro+Sarjana+-+10603.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was the president of "Teatro Sarjana" in 2010; Drama &amp;amp; Theatre Society, despite having zero talents in drama and stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did a play entitled "Moon River" for the 1st drama competition between private schools and emerged as the champions, with St. Andrew's as second place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs127.snc4/36705_416971737846_838587846_4413558_5970198_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs127.snc4/36705_416971737846_838587846_4413558_5970198_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much hard work and sweat ok. REALLY. I myself sweated buckets on our final rehearsal before the competition..... removing the staples and redoing the backdrop. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs127.snc4/36716_1397048921237_1082666305_30913204_7492097_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs127.snc4/36716_1397048921237_1082666305_30913204_7492097_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks later, we were asked to do the play again, this time at Rizqun for the BELTA Oratory Competition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moon River was back with the same cast, less production members but on a bigger stage with better lightings, better sound effects and a bigger audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYqTWMPewHM/TEgp2eS4zYI/AAAAAAAABxg/YhAQU-ge24k/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYqTWMPewHM/TEgp2eS4zYI/AAAAAAAABxg/YhAQU-ge24k/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYqTWMPewHM/TEgpNfpBJsI/AAAAAAAABxA/Iu5jceDJ8Xc/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYqTWMPewHM/TEgpNfpBJsI/AAAAAAAABxA/Iu5jceDJ8Xc/s640/7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rehearsing for Moon River, that time, was a lot more frustrating and more tiring. We had to perfect it, and we didn't have enough people backstage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But the performance was amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I learnt that setting up microphones and adjusting the lights and everything is a VERY TEDIOUS job. HAHA. But it was fun :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vS-n9bSee8Q/Tv6x_oh-dFI/AAAAAAAAEWE/BJDDo9W7EC0/s1600/moonriverwtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vS-n9bSee8Q/Tv6x_oh-dFI/AAAAAAAAEWE/BJDDo9W7EC0/s640/moonriverwtf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Panicking like crazy and almost dying because the laptop suddenly decided to hang and I couldn't change the sound effects. T.Toni was so frustrated and she was (almost) screaming into that microphone thinggy. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GniqetguaAk/Tv6yCAt_S5I/AAAAAAAAEWM/dcJziugp_YQ/s1600/professionalmoonriverwtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GniqetguaAk/Tv6yCAt_S5I/AAAAAAAAEWM/dcJziugp_YQ/s640/professionalmoonriverwtf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that microphone thinggy. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okie. What else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Right, BBN. We had this English project, and we had to do this news programme thing. Our group comprised of; Christy, Michelle, Yvonne, Kinky, Carrie, Lai, Jenifer, Gary &amp;amp; I. Yep, Gary was the only guy B)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We shot everything except for the weather part at Empire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures coming up, wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykN4lOobR7M/Tv600lj_aoI/AAAAAAAAEWo/eF83R2-u_TI/s1600/BBN3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykN4lOobR7M/Tv600lj_aoI/AAAAAAAAEWo/eF83R2-u_TI/s640/BBN3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX9z2HENbv8/Tv60wkAnLEI/AAAAAAAAEWY/NzY7bMHXQAg/s1600/BBN1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX9z2HENbv8/Tv60wkAnLEI/AAAAAAAAEWY/NzY7bMHXQAg/s640/BBN1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our "BBN Brunei" segment. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex6RMWa6U2M/Tv603uJZtJI/AAAAAAAAEW4/1iGNnxOYPkE/s1600/BBN5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex6RMWa6U2M/Tv603uJZtJI/AAAAAAAAEW4/1iGNnxOYPkE/s640/BBN5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJNXGX56U60/Tv6047MEt6I/AAAAAAAAEXA/bmAwBwuCxiM/s1600/BBN6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJNXGX56U60/Tv6047MEt6I/AAAAAAAAEXA/bmAwBwuCxiM/s640/BBN6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2LyVaFiD20/Tv60ymjboHI/AAAAAAAAEWg/s4Jfq5oRJdg/s1600/BBN2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2LyVaFiD20/Tv60ymjboHI/AAAAAAAAEWg/s4Jfq5oRJdg/s640/BBN2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-vpKmAWbyw/Tv602d2M9WI/AAAAAAAAEWw/0V3kRpiSBx4/s1600/BBN4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-vpKmAWbyw/Tv602d2M9WI/AAAAAAAAEWw/0V3kRpiSBx4/s640/BBN4.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was when Charlene still had her long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, I also joined Chinese Class. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAnStI6fb7Q/Tv63ff9126I/AAAAAAAAEXM/fLuXjiUKT7Y/s1600/Chineseclass1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAnStI6fb7Q/Tv63ff9126I/AAAAAAAAEXM/fLuXjiUKT7Y/s640/Chineseclass1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This felt like it was so long ago, but in actual fact, it was just last year D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cEhuCc3oog/Tv63hc9xBaI/AAAAAAAAEXU/UuSGPdtVYH0/s1600/ChineseClass2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cEhuCc3oog/Tv63hc9xBaI/AAAAAAAAEXU/UuSGPdtVYH0/s640/ChineseClass2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXrAeJFqSBI/Tv63ioTmJZI/AAAAAAAAEXc/CCnFbpb14js/s1600/ChineseClass3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXrAeJFqSBI/Tv63ioTmJZI/AAAAAAAAEXc/CCnFbpb14js/s640/ChineseClass3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The day we spent talking about a lot of stories on tables. Yep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was even a picture of me pretending to be superman but I don't know where that picture went.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCQ8-Hn5EuU/Tv63lNPCezI/AAAAAAAAEXk/NAUqeDXcjlQ/s1600/ChineseClass4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCQ8-Hn5EuU/Tv63lNPCezI/AAAAAAAAEXk/NAUqeDXcjlQ/s640/ChineseClass4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eAO_SIfLHI/Tv63nKMqSbI/AAAAAAAAEXs/rYab7NJJvHI/s1600/ChineseClass5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eAO_SIfLHI/Tv63nKMqSbI/AAAAAAAAEXs/rYab7NJJvHI/s640/ChineseClass5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how our typical Chinese class is like :-P HAHA, kidding. That was the last day of Chinese Class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now, Awarding Ceremony 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was one of the "Support team" members to ensure the "smooth flow" of the programme. HAHA. I had to "beg" a few of my friends to come over to help out :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mZPOyA7Pmc/Tv6439PuB9I/AAAAAAAAEX4/xfY_yRpl73Y/s1600/grad+2010+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mZPOyA7Pmc/Tv6439PuB9I/AAAAAAAAEX4/xfY_yRpl73Y/s640/grad+2010+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture with Ng, Harish and Christy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was probably the last time I saw Harish. He was leaving the school for Malaysia soon and yet he still came over to help us out. So sweet of him ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdteIu7myHA/Tv646eiRimI/AAAAAAAAEYA/YUkKR_UOrOU/s1600/grad+2010+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdteIu7myHA/Tv646eiRimI/AAAAAAAAEYA/YUkKR_UOrOU/s640/grad+2010+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIIaHhs_mhQ/Tv648ZhNtzI/AAAAAAAAEYI/8KL5Cfssbvs/s1600/grad+2010+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIIaHhs_mhQ/Tv648ZhNtzI/AAAAAAAAEYI/8KL5Cfssbvs/s640/grad+2010+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY FIRST PICTURE WITH YOUSOF AFTER KNOWING HIM FOR 104723807205252 YEARS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXJb1S9J8Ds/Tv65AL4bUqI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/bYkRH7YMX_g/s1600/grad2010+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXJb1S9J8Ds/Tv65AL4bUqI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/bYkRH7YMX_g/s640/grad2010+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing people :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbJcUaaSv4I/Tv65DbV8BPI/AAAAAAAAEYY/VeLYdy46gaQ/s1600/grad2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbJcUaaSv4I/Tv65DbV8BPI/AAAAAAAAEYY/VeLYdy46gaQ/s640/grad2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aina also helped out, and look! She gave me a lollipop. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First time in 8 years I didn't get first place..... and yet I wasn't that disappointed. Hahah. Maybe because I had the company of so many awesome friends on that night (; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teacher Mudasir went on stage with me as she was my class teacher and my parents weren't there... and then I found out that she was also leaving our school for St. Andrew's... Hah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention that I was the Head of Counsellors in 2010? HAHA. Yeah, I didn't do much... :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6vO7obTsmI/Tv67sGFMD2I/AAAAAAAAEY4/cjYhz7bUDgY/s1600/Discipline+Committee+Labi+Trip+-+08225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6vO7obTsmI/Tv67sGFMD2I/AAAAAAAAEY4/cjYhz7bUDgY/s640/Discipline+Committee+Labi+Trip+-+08225.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's one thing I did though. I went to Labi with a few other counsellors and prefects from the primary section. Tadah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was also supposed to give this Anti-Drug speech thinggy but I completely missed the whole event and Teacher Sabu wanted to kill me. HEHE :#&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My life in 2010 and 2011 revolved around PRYNSA 13. &lt;/span&gt;BUT I'LL JUST SAVE THE PRYNSA BIT FOR LATER ON. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, 2011. It was an amazing year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had to do another Biology project, this time on "Heroin". You can read all about it here:&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%C2%A0http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-it-comes-crashing-down.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-it-comes-crashing-down.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o3MmqHa67uM/TUAJSObiBtI/AAAAAAAAC6k/BTNXnk8T_64/s1600/DSC00538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o3MmqHa67uM/TUAJSObiBtI/AAAAAAAAC6k/BTNXnk8T_64/s640/DSC00538.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o3MmqHa67uM/TUALAAdiAPI/AAAAAAAAC_c/aiv5w7NAETs/s1600/DSC00638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o3MmqHa67uM/TUALAAdiAPI/AAAAAAAAC_c/aiv5w7NAETs/s640/DSC00638.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PRYNSA 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posts about PRYNSA:&lt;a href="http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/05/prynsa-13.html" target="_blank"&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/05/prynsa-13.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/05/reminiscing-memories.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/05/reminiscing-memories.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE WON PRYNSA 13!!!!! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously the freaking best memory I've ever had (Most probably because it took up about 1 year of my life and because we won HAHA) It changed so much about me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;PRYNSA13 was a gratifying experience for me. It was adventurous, thrilling, tiringand brain-wrecking, all at the same time. Being chosen as the captain of ourschool’s PRYNSA 13 team is a &lt;i&gt;“once-in-a-life-time”&lt;/i&gt;opportunity and I am very happy to be part of it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Beingin the PRYNSA 13 team has taught me a lot of new things about Mother Nature andthe value of teamwork. If it weren’t for this project, I would not havediscovered the beauty of fiddler crabs in Brunei Darussalam. After all thesemonths, I have learnt to appreciate all the flora and fauna of Mother Nature. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;OurPRYNSA research wasn't an easy task. We had to wait patiently at the sidewithout making any noise so that the fiddler crabs will come out of theirburrows. Even the &lt;i&gt;slightest noise&lt;/i&gt;sends them scuttling back to their burrows. We also made a lot of sacrificesduring our holidays for this project, but it was worth it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Theexperience I’ve gained from PRYNSA 13 is very memorable and this experience willdefinitely be engraved in my memories. I am truly honoured to be part of ourschool’s PRYNSA 13 team and I must thank my teachers for giving me thiswonderful opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;☺&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I cheat one. Copied and pasted from my comments in the PRYNSA book. Hehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were all so proud of ourselves. Of course we were. All our hard work paid off. :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were all over the papers the next day and we even went on the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was on the TV for the first time. BAHAHAH. I mean, I was speaking live on TV for the first time. It was scary =_=" I didn't know what to say, AT ALL. Just went with the flow~ There was this part of the interview where all of us didn't know what to answer and we were like "UHHHHHH.." HEHE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uG3ggz0Ca2M/TbpsdsI-FmI/AAAAAAAADbw/GqKt1PXNCAY/s1600/newspaper%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uG3ggz0Ca2M/TbpsdsI-FmI/AAAAAAAADbw/GqKt1PXNCAY/s640/newspaper%25288%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222116_1854288491267_1662475569_1834304_3855268_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="624" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222116_1854288491267_1662475569_1834304_3855268_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/226881_1854273450891_1662475569_1834283_5488444_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/226881_1854273450891_1662475569_1834283_5488444_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the 5th May 2011, we had a FREE DAY at school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And that was when....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My sweet sweet classmates surprised me with a sweet sweet cake, and a card filled with sweet sweet words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I bet they did all the planning when I wasn't in class because of PRYNSA!! &amp;gt;: ( HAHA. I love you guys so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZKknzw1vUU/TcTh9vvi3II/AAAAAAAAAKg/o9D8xh0kYRM/s1600/DSC05985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZKknzw1vUU/TcTh9vvi3II/AAAAAAAAAKg/o9D8xh0kYRM/s640/DSC05985.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xfSwJOo_n4/TcTs2LrURnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NTZbUSBrZHI/s1600/DSC05986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xfSwJOo_n4/TcTs2LrURnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NTZbUSBrZHI/s640/DSC05986.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230266_1878486293821_1591196730_1875598_3364441_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230266_1878486293821_1591196730_1875598_3364441_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-5Zd1bltCk/TcTsSZ1X0PI/AAAAAAAAAMA/voNmQrgOH3A/s1600/DSC05983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-5Zd1bltCk/TcTsSZ1X0PI/AAAAAAAAAMA/voNmQrgOH3A/s640/DSC05983.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This guy makes me feel extremely loved, coughcoughcough. Pinch my cheeks la, pinch some more &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;IF THAT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THEY CAME TO MY HOUSE TO SURPRISE ME ON MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE SUCH SWEET FRIENDS, YOU TELL ME!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE THEM TO THE MAX MAN. LIKE TO THE MAX MAX MAX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6OlGz3b1l8/Tv7CPPSWJmI/AAAAAAAAEZE/lrvppBrPYRA/s1600/IMG_2903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6OlGz3b1l8/Tv7CPPSWJmI/AAAAAAAAEZE/lrvppBrPYRA/s640/IMG_2903.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another cake :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bakTd1nSEvE/Tv7CTq5dDLI/AAAAAAAAEZM/19eKZxLWT4g/s1600/IMG_2908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bakTd1nSEvE/Tv7CTq5dDLI/AAAAAAAAEZM/19eKZxLWT4g/s640/IMG_2908.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see the joy in his eyes??? The joy of pinching my cheeks??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, I miss him pinching my cheeks ah. Haven't seen him in quite some time already! HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bp2STv6CMg/Tv7CWDnfvEI/AAAAAAAAEZU/_g9wd2AN8XE/s1600/IMG_2912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bp2STv6CMg/Tv7CWDnfvEI/AAAAAAAAEZU/_g9wd2AN8XE/s640/IMG_2912.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;KOO CHEE BOON! He left me a gift in my room. HAHA. So cute wan the spongebob.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND THEN WE HAD SARJANA'S GOT TALENT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had practice at Brunei Tennis Club... Our practicing was like.. hardcore man. HAHA :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLojPOL6H0I/Tv8GNz8YHoI/AAAAAAAAEa4/L8V1BcUxWYM/s1600/Rehearsals1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLojPOL6H0I/Tv8GNz8YHoI/AAAAAAAAEa4/L8V1BcUxWYM/s640/Rehearsals1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYDhd3hZC-8/Tv8GPmHl_8I/AAAAAAAAEbA/ofqsoBNv890/s1600/Rehearsals2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYDhd3hZC-8/Tv8GPmHl_8I/AAAAAAAAEbA/ofqsoBNv890/s640/Rehearsals2.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoO4yIsUStc/Tv8GabeyovI/AAAAAAAAEbw/AcGFbud8rAE/s1600/Rehearsals8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoO4yIsUStc/Tv8GabeyovI/AAAAAAAAEbw/AcGFbud8rAE/s640/Rehearsals8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DEBUT OF D'MAZELTOVS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbilquiLx1k/Tv8F2J-n0uI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/QT002vRqiog/s1600/sgt20115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbilquiLx1k/Tv8F2J-n0uI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/QT002vRqiog/s640/sgt20115.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUmIHtLYb_c/Tv8F-in-N9I/AAAAAAAAEaM/FbRIv_ZRbK0/s640/sgt20112.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZOt1ZPdPXM/Tv8F_zTqdAI/AAAAAAAAEaU/jSXQ0pw5IMU/s1600/sgt20113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZOt1ZPdPXM/Tv8F_zTqdAI/AAAAAAAAEaU/jSXQ0pw5IMU/s640/sgt20113.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rA40gL6LJso/Tv8GBLmLiFI/AAAAAAAAEac/u3rADoB7sOo/s1600/sgt20114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rA40gL6LJso/Tv8GBLmLiFI/AAAAAAAAEac/u3rADoB7sOo/s640/sgt20114.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLdmM_2KC8c/Tv8GC5GSzNI/AAAAAAAAEak/TB1DZxQyS5E/s1600/sgt20116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLdmM_2KC8c/Tv8GC5GSzNI/AAAAAAAAEak/TB1DZxQyS5E/s640/sgt20116.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2L0ddsa66c/Tv8GELQ00_I/AAAAAAAAEas/vBuuwRKbrnQ/s1600/sgt20117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2L0ddsa66c/Tv8GELQ00_I/AAAAAAAAEas/vBuuwRKbrnQ/s640/sgt20117.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CHEAT ONE THIS GRANDPA. HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher Sowmiya's birthday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got her a cake and a poster thing ... and surprised her :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... At least she wasn't "embarrassed" like T.Mudasir was. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4lOjh4Fs6Y/Tv8IcXFViRI/AAAAAAAAEb8/v9Ih3WM_aPo/s1600/TSB4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4lOjh4Fs6Y/Tv8IcXFViRI/AAAAAAAAEb8/v9Ih3WM_aPo/s1600/TSB4.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uT7CQLWWsAM/Tv8Id8c9UKI/AAAAAAAAEcE/OJ1bTN346NQ/s1600/TSB6.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uT7CQLWWsAM/Tv8Id8c9UKI/AAAAAAAAEcE/OJ1bTN346NQ/s1600/TSB6.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3rAQGUcL_U/Tv8IhIa22bI/AAAAAAAAEcM/U5SlQbLS5u8/s1600/TSB42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3rAQGUcL_U/Tv8IhIa22bI/AAAAAAAAEcM/U5SlQbLS5u8/s640/TSB42.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Graduation 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just realised that I haven't blogged about the biggest event this year, wtf. And that's graduation. HAHA. I guess it's just because I don't know what to type and I've already typed about how much I'll miss my friends and classmates and everything in one of my posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Post:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/schmaltzy-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/schmaltzy-words.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-euCu0FLvwN4/Tv8QhfmvJ2I/AAAAAAAAEd8/Sa3_dVGS4Fk/s1600/DSC03553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-euCu0FLvwN4/Tv8QhfmvJ2I/AAAAAAAAEd8/Sa3_dVGS4Fk/s640/DSC03553.JPG" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjY5AWUq5bo/Tv8QnQWW1PI/AAAAAAAAEeM/8TtkoEw2Wkw/s1600/DSC03565.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjY5AWUq5bo/Tv8QnQWW1PI/AAAAAAAAEeM/8TtkoEw2Wkw/s1600/DSC03565.JPG" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IlXj4a2zQcI/Tv8Qrai4BEI/AAAAAAAAEeU/jdIwCZiUZXQ/s1600/DSC03566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IlXj4a2zQcI/Tv8Qrai4BEI/AAAAAAAAEeU/jdIwCZiUZXQ/s1600/DSC03566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-An_LoGh2q5U/Tv8QujmiPNI/AAAAAAAAEec/tYTV_yf3Osc/s1600/DSC03576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-An_LoGh2q5U/Tv8QujmiPNI/AAAAAAAAEec/tYTV_yf3Osc/s640/DSC03576.JPG" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtaYIwRDlLY/Tv8RKPfUAOI/AAAAAAAAEfU/cFmrweHi0LY/s1600/DSC03658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtaYIwRDlLY/Tv8RKPfUAOI/AAAAAAAAEfU/cFmrweHi0LY/s1600/DSC03658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2bJhx-1zUo/Tv8RMamTUII/AAAAAAAAEfc/Su-rJDoTo_g/s1600/soya..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2bJhx-1zUo/Tv8RMamTUII/AAAAAAAAEfc/Su-rJDoTo_g/s640/soya..jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I graduated from Seri Mulia Sarjana as the Valedictorian :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made a crappy speech and just went with the flow. I was asked to cut down my speech to 3 minutes instead of 6 minutes just before I got on stage. Guess how much chaos there was in my head, I didn't know what to cut out, so I just simply said anything which came into my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was this time when I totally didn't know what to say and then from within the crowd, Ruby shouted "GO SHEENA!!!!!" HAHA. ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, on the bright side, my speech didn't sound scripted... because it really wasn't. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get to say what I wanted to say, but who cares?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love SMSS, and I always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll miss each and every one of the people I've met there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't imagine how my life would be like if I didn't go to SMSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-The rest of the pictures won't upload!! =_= I'm not at home right now and the Internet connection is horrible. I'll try to upload more pictures soon-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That sums up my school life in Seri Mulia Sarjana :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SK9IQqJ9Dek/Tv8UhsMpH2I/AAAAAAAAEio/rMmhWOfObm8/s1600/prom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SK9IQqJ9Dek/Tv8UhsMpH2I/AAAAAAAAEio/rMmhWOfObm8/s640/prom.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole thing, ended with... a night where all of us dressed up formally ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE AGAIN EVERYONE!! 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How was your Christmas? It's not like you will answer me or anything because none of my readers actually answer my questions wtf, but yeah, I'm asking for the sake of asking, and hoping that someone would actually answer me. There's a comment button at the bottom of every post you know? Let me show you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wait ah..&lt;br /&gt;... Loading my blog nao...&lt;br /&gt;... Taking a screen shot...&lt;br /&gt;... Opening paintbrush...&lt;br /&gt;... Saving the screenshot as JPEG because PNG takes forever to upload...&lt;br /&gt;... Adds some rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;... Looking for the screenshot I just took because I usually don't check where it's saved...&lt;br /&gt;... Still looking...&lt;br /&gt;... On the verge of giving up...&lt;br /&gt;... Who am I kidding.. It was saved on the Desktop because a lazy person like me wouldn't want to go through the process of searching for such a long time... But I happened to forget to check the Desktop =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Uploading picture...&lt;br /&gt;... Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, obviously what I've typed above was just a waste of my time and your time, but I find it amusing since I am so easily amused. Heeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wouldn't you laugh while reading that? Or maybe it's just me because I was reading it in a Donald Duck voice in my head.. TRY IT. HAHAHA. I am bad influence... Oopsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ifHA_0nszX0/Tvw-C-9RqPI/AAAAAAAAECQ/pgOjWPe4CR8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-12-29+at+6.10.54+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ifHA_0nszX0/Tvw-C-9RqPI/AAAAAAAAECQ/pgOjWPe4CR8/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-12-29+at+6.10.54+PM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can just click that to comment ok ^_^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Obviously, I have nothing to blog about. HAHA. I don't even know why I'm updating my blog.. I'm supposed to be doing my ITGS homework which is driving me nuts, but noooo. I'm here updating my blog. Good excuse to procrastinate. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But it's okay, it's okay.. I'm almost done... I'm done with 2 works, 3 more to go...... Yay.... Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The sole reason why I'm updating my blog is because.. Christy asked me to update it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaDxowFVqmE/Tvw-vHwrtMI/AAAAAAAAECc/X31yhwPjAXs/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-12-29+at+6.01.02+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaDxowFVqmE/Tvw-vHwrtMI/AAAAAAAAECc/X31yhwPjAXs/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-12-29+at+6.01.02+PM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I kid! If I really didn't want to update my blog, no one can make me update it :P Or can they with the bribery of money? ;) ;) Hehe. I kid, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I removed her location and Janane's post for ... privacy reasons? I don't know.. I wouldn't want you to stalk Christy now, would I? I wouldn't want you reading my conversations with Janane now, would I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm updating my blog because I had the sudden urge to update it.... And my blog stats are plummeting.. And because it's a good excuse to procrastinate.. I spent all day doing ITGS already ok. Screw you ITGS, why is there so much reading to do? T_____T *sobs* *starts crying* *cries a river*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But it's okay, it's okay. I love you, ITGS. I love you very very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, in turn, you must love me too. Ok? Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm slowly losing my sanity day by day....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you want to see how I do my ITGS homework? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You don't? Oh well, sucks to be you, I feel like posting it up because I really don't know what to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWOMdNeziJ0/Tvw_x7kNLzI/AAAAAAAAECo/WueMctXEs80/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-12-29+at+6.04.14+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWOMdNeziJ0/Tvw_x7kNLzI/AAAAAAAAECo/WueMctXEs80/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-12-29+at+6.04.14+PM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Like that! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I open Google Chrome, resize it to be like 2/5 of the screen to get information, and I open Microsoft word, resize it to be the remaining of the screen and type away. ^_^ Uh yeah, I was comparing the iPhone 3G and iPhone 3GS.. Why not iPhone 4? Well.. the book says iPhone 3GS, so that's what I'm going to do. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Because of the ridiculously fast 3G Internet in Singapore (and because I have about 500MB data plan remaining, I still do, wtf), I downloaded applications for fun. At first, I had no intentions to download Path even after hearing all the rave about it on Twitter and on Instagram, but since I had ridiculously fast Internet and lots of data plan to spare, I thought.. Why not?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Internet speed was really ridiculous, I tell you. I updated all my apps (there were about 35 of them which weren't updated yet) in less than 10 minutes. I downloaded Path in less than 30 seconds. I downloaded a few more apps, in less than a minute each. In Brunei, it'd take me all afternoon to update all my apps, really. HAHA. (And it'd cost me a fortune if I used the 3G Internet from DST)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enhc8t8yCY0/TvxDR93avmI/AAAAAAAAEC0/vzTwKCfYVR4/s1600/IMG_8978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enhc8t8yCY0/TvxDR93avmI/AAAAAAAAEC0/vzTwKCfYVR4/s1600/IMG_8978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't my Path pretty? B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lol, it's one of the random default covers... HAHA. But it's pretty, no? Looking at that picture reminded me of something... You remember that picture of me? Yeah, the one with red hair?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The one I posted in my &lt;a href="http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas.html"&gt;XMas&lt;/a&gt; post? Hehehe. If you followed me on Twitter or Instagram, you'd know that it's fake. Hehe. I cheat one. I used Photoshop. That's why I said it's more tedious than&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;looking for a Santa hat around your room, painting your nails and looking for red clothing. I spent like 3 hours editing that picture, hahaha! It's all because I wanted to Photoshop it to perfection. It's quite perfect lah ho? It looked like I really dyed my hair right? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;On Twitter and Instagram, people asked me if I dyed my hair at the salon or from the box thinggy, and some asked if I really dyed it. My blog readers? Nothing one. Lolol, boring. Or maybe all of you believed that I got red hair :D Yay, love you guys.... Or maybe you guys saw my picture updates on Twitter, who knows?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;The reason why I went on Photoshop and gave myself red hair was because I wanted to see how I'd look like with red hair. Sam and I suddenly thought of dying our hair together on the last day of this year, but seeing how it is right now, I don't think both of us would dye our hair. My hair is too damaged, lol, I don't want to damage it further.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;I will now flood you with pictures from Instagram of my Singapore trip, and add captions along the way. Seriously too lazy right now.. Heh, when was I ever not lazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHMJ7VA1lwQ/TvxHxuydoII/AAAAAAAAEGM/TKJWpd3Zh-c/s1600/IMG_8867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHMJ7VA1lwQ/TvxHxuydoII/AAAAAAAAEGM/TKJWpd3Zh-c/s640/IMG_8867.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That as a first picture in case you're going to leave this blog soon :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found it funny.. Hehe. Upside down signs on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IY2pkgKCiM/TvxFYZ61sCI/AAAAAAAAEDA/c6RIKnlpr8U/s1600/IMG_8859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IY2pkgKCiM/TvxFYZ61sCI/AAAAAAAAEDA/c6RIKnlpr8U/s640/IMG_8859.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tried Koi for the first time. Green Tea Macchiato. ♥ It tasted heavenly, maybe because I love green tea. My mum, aunt and brother didn't enjoy their drinks though o.o I swear mine tasted awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLZcWyaolWc/TvxIyPIsMOI/AAAAAAAAEGY/j17igNFzgLU/s1600/IMG_8908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLZcWyaolWc/TvxIyPIsMOI/AAAAAAAAEGY/j17igNFzgLU/s640/IMG_8908.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Earl Grey Pearl Milk Tea with Carrie @ Gong Cha when I met up with her, Daphne and Clara. That crazy girl and I went so far just to get her $4 U-Kiss light stick. Pfft. HAHA. We even went to Plaza Singapura to Comic Connections to get her Kpop Merchandise but there weren't much things for UKiss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;To all the KissMes out there, don't go to Comic Connections for UKiss Merchandise, there aren't much, really. &lt;/b&gt;They only have the keychain and a T-Shirt, I guess. :)) But if you want other things, go there, they offer a lot of things. Manga, animes, 9gag-like things, odd things you can't find anywhere else, KPop groups' socks... o.o Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9EYWN3Sua8/TvxUUlikqeI/AAAAAAAAEGw/L2Ey8pane3k/s1600/IMG_8909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9EYWN3Sua8/TvxUUlikqeI/AAAAAAAAEGw/L2Ey8pane3k/s640/IMG_8909.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Comic Connections has a lot of badges like these though, super cute. I got one which says "KEEP CALM AND TRUST ME" and another one which says "NOW PANIC AND FREAK OUT". Heh heh :3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also got iPhone cases there at cheap prices :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got one for $3 ok. #cheapskate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZYZ-cj9ZSo/TvxVDNCtUHI/AAAAAAAAEG8/2BBAfsLb0fM/s1600/IMG_8870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZYZ-cj9ZSo/TvxVDNCtUHI/AAAAAAAAEG8/2BBAfsLb0fM/s640/IMG_8870.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The look I recycled like a million times (actually twice). Forever repeating fashion. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love that plaid shirt very very much ok. :#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TlYICAJAbE/TvxVVGgRXlI/AAAAAAAAEHI/KPzSMWJGLC8/s1600/IMG_8941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TlYICAJAbE/TvxVVGgRXlI/AAAAAAAAEHI/KPzSMWJGLC8/s640/IMG_8941.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got Starbucks at the airport before my flight :D Oh, how I miss Caramel Frappuccino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it a beautiful cup of Frappuccino? :') Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54XfBQngOl0/TvxoKgYvK9I/AAAAAAAAEII/AcbGGSB_TPY/s1600/IMG_8893.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54XfBQngOl0/TvxoKgYvK9I/AAAAAAAAEII/AcbGGSB_TPY/s320/IMG_8893.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Self-explanatory. I love soya beancurd. So this tastes freakin' awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfz-AHXcows/TvxoL8I6x7I/AAAAAAAAEIQ/1MFmQYVGFvI/s1600/IMG_8917.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfz-AHXcows/TvxoL8I6x7I/AAAAAAAAEIQ/1MFmQYVGFvI/s320/IMG_8917.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother bought this. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMERGENCY CHOCOLATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For immediate relief of:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chocolate Cravings, Lovesickness, Exam Pressure, Mild Anxiety and Extreme Hunger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directions for use:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tear open wrapper, break off desired dosage and consume. Alternatively massage into the affected area. Repeat dosage as required until finished. If symptoms persist, consult your local confectioner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I didn't cross any copyright laws here, lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cTiMDwe84k/TvxoNkQv5II/AAAAAAAAEIY/iboQyLqpb-s/s1600/IMG_8919.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cTiMDwe84k/TvxoNkQv5II/AAAAAAAAEIY/iboQyLqpb-s/s320/IMG_8919.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to explain the taste of this seaweed. You have to try it to know, hehe!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6N2BFzmRxuc/Tvx4fOkHMtI/AAAAAAAAEKA/XZrG3u382YI/s1600/IMG_8881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6N2BFzmRxuc/Tvx4fOkHMtI/AAAAAAAAEKA/XZrG3u382YI/s640/IMG_8881.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So many owls OvO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I immediately thought of Jasmine Teo when I saw these. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOyHr46RIiM/Tvx4g-BHHGI/AAAAAAAAEKI/wu9XzguV41w/s1600/IMG_8895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOyHr46RIiM/Tvx4g-BHHGI/AAAAAAAAEKI/wu9XzguV41w/s640/IMG_8895.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to my T-shirt! &lt;b&gt;Read books, not T-shirts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u04NSwC78ks/Tvx4iDm7KNI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/L6iIVnyUrqA/s1600/IMG_8901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u04NSwC78ks/Tvx4iDm7KNI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/L6iIVnyUrqA/s640/IMG_8901.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty lights on Orchard Road. How I wish Brunei had such festive decorations like these.. Meh. &amp;gt;: (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH YEAH. SOMETHING VERY VERY IMPORTANT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I FOUND NARNIA!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMQYsPLfyHE/Tvx4jKFbKGI/AAAAAAAAEKY/0_kKuQjz1VY/s1600/IMG_8927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMQYsPLfyHE/Tvx4jKFbKGI/AAAAAAAAEKY/0_kKuQjz1VY/s1600/IMG_8927.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WTF. HEHEHE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAIcoXP4jis/Tvx4kvztG6I/AAAAAAAAEKg/Lna6VfM-5hQ/s1600/IMG_8932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAIcoXP4jis/Tvx4kvztG6I/AAAAAAAAEKg/Lna6VfM-5hQ/s640/IMG_8932.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAzdVJnKTXI/Tvx4l_r1nRI/AAAAAAAAEKo/ZeXZpOugWBk/s1600/IMG_8938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAzdVJnKTXI/Tvx4l_r1nRI/AAAAAAAAEKo/ZeXZpOugWBk/s640/IMG_8938.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my maternal grandma :)) Heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5Gofg00GMA/Tvx4nOg_Q7I/AAAAAAAAEKw/C0fY-pLginM/s1600/IMG_8945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5Gofg00GMA/Tvx4nOg_Q7I/AAAAAAAAEKw/C0fY-pLginM/s640/IMG_8945.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;STICKY!!!! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rave about the iPhone 4S and its Siri all over Twitter, technology websites, MSN, wherever was making me really curious. A lot of people I know have gotten iPhone 4S(es?).... Bin Wei got an iPhone 4S, so the other day, when I went to his house, I played with it. LOL. He told me that he never used the Siri on his phone =_____= I was like "wtf then why did you get an iPhone 4S???" HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was very fun playing with Siri. LOL. I'm so easily amused. I find Siri very very entertaining. This means that......................................... &lt;b&gt;I am destined to be forever alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. I think I'm the only one who would keep talking to a phone and keep laughing like a maniac. HAHA. I'm seriously really easily amused. How easily amused I am amuses me. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, talking to Siri was annoying at times, because Siri didn't understand me =_= Hah. And apparently it doesn't like talking about itself. Maybe if I use it more, it will pick up my personality and become self-absorbed wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siri is funny though. HAHA. And Siri ALWAYS try to act smart. I say something and then it comes up with this wise rubbish. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another useful thing I learnt from Siri was the amount of calories in a bagel and a hamburger, who is the richest man alive and what is the prettiest place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking Siri what is the prettiest place in the world and it kept thinking that I said "creepiest place in the world" but anyway I didn't agree for Siri to do a web search on that, so I don't know what the creepiest place in the world is, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I also learnt that Chira is a river in Peru which is 155 miles long. I don't remember what I said but it ended up looking for information about "Chira" and put it out on a table for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen shots from Siri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-rjQEE2Fvw/Tvx4ofjyB5I/AAAAAAAAEK4/nSXw4LolHSc/s1600/IMG_8959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-rjQEE2Fvw/Tvx4ofjyB5I/AAAAAAAAEK4/nSXw4LolHSc/s640/IMG_8959.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ1Q-xFFURA/Tvx4pn_HQBI/AAAAAAAAELA/snBO9Ki1oq0/s1600/IMG_8960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ1Q-xFFURA/Tvx4pn_HQBI/AAAAAAAAELA/snBO9Ki1oq0/s640/IMG_8960.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I should get an iPhone 4S........ because I will end up talking to my phone so much that it becomes creepy. My new best friend would be my phone. I will isolate my friends. My friends will ignore me. Strangers will think that I'm a crazy person.... Yeah, you get me. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever get a chance to get one though, I would. HAHA. Well, not now la. Maybe like 5 years later when my iPhone 4 starts to hate me like how my iPhone 3G did..... :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have no intentions to change my phone, lol (at least not change brand....) . It's like they say "Once an iPhone user, always and iPhone user" .. this has come to be really true because iPhone 4 and iPhone 4S uses micro SIMcard, and to have it, you must cut your old SIMcard. Once cut, you can never glue it back T_T HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, maybe there are a lot of phones which use micro SIMcards too, I just don't know of them, and in the future, there surely will be more.. I'll use iPhones until... I get tired of it, or until I think there's a phone which is better, or until Apple stops making iPhones. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's just like being a Muslim, once you become one, you shouldn't change :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to be super healthy, I went jogging with Gary and ReyChel yesterday. I was sweating like crazy. It felt &lt;b&gt;sooooo&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;good to sweat. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary brought me to this magical place which doesn't look that magical in photos (maybe because I was shaky hahaha). I will not tell you where the magical place is because you most probably know already and I also don't know how to explain where that place is. HAHA. Enjoy the pictures.. Don't worry, there are only 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wi74xOZBwYY/Tvx4rSZRCtI/AAAAAAAAELI/D8L_phrykGg/s1600/IMG_8967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wi74xOZBwYY/Tvx4rSZRCtI/AAAAAAAAELI/D8L_phrykGg/s640/IMG_8967.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.... It really doesn't look magical. HAHA. It looks like some random jungle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The next time I go there, I should really take one which does the scenery justice. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGIOK8_xLUY/Tvx4sf8lgcI/AAAAAAAAELQ/732RQGcHqLk/s1600/IMG_8968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGIOK8_xLUY/Tvx4sf8lgcI/AAAAAAAAELQ/732RQGcHqLk/s640/IMG_8968.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, that's Gary, still running. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I swear, no one has ever seen me sweat and pant that much. :X&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I'm out of pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So does that mean... bye? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait, I have one more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXwAe0K149A/TvyFPcfqK6I/AAAAAAAAELc/BU910NSw4XU/s1600/IMG_8972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXwAe0K149A/TvyFPcfqK6I/AAAAAAAAELc/BU910NSw4XU/s640/IMG_8972.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's a zoo on my bracelet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's a giraffe, a panda and an elephant. Hehe. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't know what to type now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I shall now torture myself with more ITGS homework :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be back soon! (I can't promise you how soon is soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Interpolation is the word of the day on Dictionary.com ; it's a noun which means "the act or process of introducing something additional or extraneous between other parts". It totally fits my blog post today, wtf. So many different things in one long, boring blog post. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-4563556585587682442?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/4563556585587682442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=4563556585587682442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/4563556585587682442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/4563556585587682442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/12/interpolation.html' title='Interpolation'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ifHA_0nszX0/Tvw-C-9RqPI/AAAAAAAAECQ/pgOjWPe4CR8/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-12-29+at+6.10.54+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-6412693868838665693</id><published>2011-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:55:57.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Celebrates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RVPOTD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena on Holidays'/><title type='text'>XMAS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzssSBgx9ls/Tu3zZr5ElLI/AAAAAAAAEBU/b-x3qaCyxmc/s1600/merrychristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzssSBgx9ls/Tu3zZr5ElLI/AAAAAAAAEBU/b-x3qaCyxmc/s1600/merrychristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just like 84732075823572 other bloggers out there, I'm blogging about Christmas (more like greeting you Merry Christmas). There are no statistics to prove that there are&amp;nbsp;84732075823572 bloggers out there, I just randomly tapped those numbers in. Actually, I just simply randomly pressed all the number keys on my keyboard. Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have no intentions on making this blog post a special one because I know that I can't beat any 84732075823572 bloggers with far more interesting ways of blogging Merry Christmas, so I'll stick with the boring, plain ol' "HEY EVERYONE! MERRY CHRISTMAS!". It's better than nothing. HAHA. To be honest, I'm just lazy to blog because this is my 3rd blog post in a row for tonight and it's a scheduled post :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm most probably out at Clarke Quay or somewhere in Singapore right when this post is published. Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;25th December, a date when many little kids from all over the world wake up feeling super happy, unwrapping gifts from under the Christmas tree. I've never had a Christmas tree in my house, we never celebrate Christmas. But, spread the joy! Spread the love! What have I got to lose? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MERRY MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you've been my blog reader long enough and have super good memory, you should notice that I've posted the exact same Christmas tree picture two years ago :P What? I really like that picture okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To be "in sync" with the festive season, I....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbQLeFecuOU/Tu33RXyDLxI/AAAAAAAAEBc/e_wlmjVf7X8/s1600/FESTIVE+SHEENA+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbQLeFecuOU/Tu33RXyDLxI/AAAAAAAAEBc/e_wlmjVf7X8/s400/FESTIVE+SHEENA+2011.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I HAVE RED HAIR :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FESTIVE OR NOT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I added SNOW using Mei Tu Xiu Xiu somemore! HAHAHA. (MTXX's Fei Xue option)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year, I wore a Santa hat, a red shirt and red slippers (and also got red manicured nails!), as I've mentioned in my Christmas post last year. This year, I decided to go extreme and get red hair. Getting red hair is more tedious than looking for a Santa hat around your room, painting your nails and looking for red clothing. Trust me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope all of you guys have a very merry christmas with your loved ones, family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Share the joy, spread the love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/927184242482741221-6412693868838665693?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/6412693868838665693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=6412693868838665693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/6412693868838665693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/6412693868838665693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas.html' title='XMAS.'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzssSBgx9ls/Tu3zZr5ElLI/AAAAAAAAEBU/b-x3qaCyxmc/s72-c/merrychristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-7402907298326403782</id><published>2011-12-21T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:30:02.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena on Holidays'/><title type='text'>Stitch</title><content type='html'>Hi all :) This is a really short blogpost, just to show you guys something. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggested, it's a Stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitch, Experiment 626. Not any other Stitch. Not the stitch you get from the hospital, not the stitch you cross-stitch, but Experiment 626. Yes, that blue creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K23ytZrm3Q/Tu3tTwddXrI/AAAAAAAAEA8/KYmm8crYXls/s1600/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.48+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K23ytZrm3Q/Tu3tTwddXrI/AAAAAAAAEA8/KYmm8crYXls/s640/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.48+PM.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what this is? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(It's obvious if you look closely, LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3YJzTY0o_4/Tu3tMla8xUI/AAAAAAAAEA0/VgRQL_y0G14/s1600/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.48+PM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3YJzTY0o_4/Tu3tMla8xUI/AAAAAAAAEA0/VgRQL_y0G14/s640/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.48+PM+%25232.jpg" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's an iPhone casing!! :D Which can stand upright on tables, hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In my honest opinion, it's too big. HAHA. It's too big to bring around but it's perfect to be put at home. Hehe. But if you want to bring it out, it's also okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the kind of person who puts her phone in her pocket most of the time, so it's a big no-no for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, would you look at those ears???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait.......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcvsq4Krsxs/Tu3takvNU7I/AAAAAAAAEBE/ZPiTUJ8xkdg/s1600/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.49+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="590" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcvsq4Krsxs/Tu3takvNU7I/AAAAAAAAEBE/ZPiTUJ8xkdg/s640/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.49+PM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ears can be folded!! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it's super cute! I wouldn't mind bringing it out, but again, I usually put my phone in my pocket, so I think I'll stick with the hard covers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can also plug in the USB cable.... in between Stitch's legs...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tADRdiHOIs/Tu3tip2dHYI/AAAAAAAAEBM/LD1MCcdTImA/s1600/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.50+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="618" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tADRdiHOIs/Tu3tip2dHYI/AAAAAAAAEBM/LD1MCcdTImA/s640/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.50+PM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRESS THAT BUTTON AND STITCH'S EARS WILL COME UP AGAIN!! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Super cute, no? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I think I wasted another 5 minutes of your life. HEHEHE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/927184242482741221-7402907298326403782?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/7402907298326403782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=7402907298326403782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/7402907298326403782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/7402907298326403782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/12/stitch.html' title='Stitch'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K23ytZrm3Q/Tu3tTwddXrI/AAAAAAAAEA8/KYmm8crYXls/s72-c/Photo+on+12-18-11+at+7.48+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-5008033025471765732</id><published>2011-12-18T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:57:04.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Sheena'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The littlest things in life could be the reasons why you're happy. The simplest smile to a random stranger could make their day. A waitress giving you a sweet smile and saying "thank you for dining with us" could make your day. Hearing your favourite song go on the radio could make your day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The usual 30-minutes traffic jam on the road turning into a short 5-minutes wait could make your day. Waking up to a beautiful view outside your room could make your day. Satisfying your cravings could also make your day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at all those; they're the littlest things in life and people usually don't notice them or choose to ignore them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rTJjxaA2Rs/Tu3bcdjiWQI/AAAAAAAAEAk/IUjdVua6N3I/s1600/Choose+Happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rTJjxaA2Rs/Tu3bcdjiWQI/AAAAAAAAEAk/IUjdVua6N3I/s640/Choose+Happy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've realised that a lot of people have been depressed for no reason. Depression is a serious psychological issue k. Don't play play.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Choose happy&lt;/b&gt;", write that on a Post-It note and stick it somewhere which will allow you to see it everyday. Remind yourself to choose happy; choose what makes you happy. If in all cases, you'll be happy; choose the greater good, the one which would make more happy. If in all cases, you won't be happy; choose the one which will make others happy, it'd somehow lead you to becoming happy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think. Goodness, what am I saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is what happens when I think too much. I end up contradicting myself and then I come up with a way to try to un-contradict myself, but it doesn't really work. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know, I know, no one stays happy 24/7. It's okay to be down once in a while. It's okay to feel blue once in a while. However, if you're always depressed, you should seek some help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Financially unstable people can also be cheerful. People with stress can also be happy. Heartbroken people can also be gleeful. It's all in the matter of choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Being happy, it's your choice. You can choose to be or not to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The happiest person alive isn't necessarily the best in everything. The person who is the best in everything isn't necessarily the happiest person alive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The happiest person alive just simply chose to make the best out of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The person who is the best in everything isn't the happiest person alive, maybe because he doesn't even like half of the things he is the best in. Maybe it's because he feels bad that he's the best in everything. Who knows, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Whoever said money can't buy happiness didn't know where to shop" -- &lt;/b&gt;I've seen this quote countless of times. It's true, spending your money &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That doesn't mean that without money, you can't be happy. You can still be happy without having the money. You learn to appreciate all the little things in life and then you're a happier person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not saying that money isn't important. Money &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;important. In the era we live in now, it's like "&lt;b&gt;no money, no talk&lt;/b&gt;". Shop assistants tend to snub customers which don't look that well off. Ain't that true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TO BE HAPPY:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anything and everything can be the reason why you're happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seeing a smile on someone's face and knowing that you're the reason why that person is smiling. Doesn't that make you feel a little warmth inside of you? You'll most likely end up smiling just because you're looking at someone smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eating chocolates or ice-cream makes some people happier. So just indulge yourself in that tub or tube of deliciousness. Who cares about the calories you'd gain? Just exercise 'em off! It's nice to give yourself a little treat once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Listening to loud music &lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;makes people feel happier. I'm one of those people, haha. If I'm feeling a little glum, I'd just listen to loud music and after a while, I feel better. Some people choose to plug in earphones and blast music in their ears, disappearing off into their own little world. That works too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Reading books messes with your emotions. When you start reading, you end up imagining yourself in the character's point of view. If you're reading a happy story, you'll be gleeful too. Similarly, if you're reading a story where the character was betrayed and sad, you'd feel empathy. So in a way, reading could actually make you happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Talking to people could make you happy. Share stories! Talk about why you're feeling so down with a group of close friends, you'll end up giggling the night away. The companionship of friends is one of the best cures to depression, ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Randomly giggling for no reason could actually make you happy. I'm one of those weirdos who randomly laugh for no reason and then I somehow make myself happy like that. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think happy thoughts&lt;/b&gt;. Forget your despairs for a little while, think happy thoughts. Think positively. Be optimistic. You'll find yourself being a happier person in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Be around people who are positive. Be around people who are happy. Think about it, if you're usually around people who are negative and moody, you'll be one of them too. So, be around people who are positive and happy, the positivity and gleefulness might rub off on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvLObCqHR3M/Tu3hbRvba2I/AAAAAAAAEAs/tr0ExgjPW3s/s1600/Put+a+smile+on+someone%2527s+face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvLObCqHR3M/Tu3hbRvba2I/AAAAAAAAEAs/tr0ExgjPW3s/s640/Put+a+smile+on+someone%2527s+face.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You never know, one person might be thinking of suiciding because he has been depressed since forever and thinks that suicide is the answer to all his problems, and on the day he decided to commit suicide, you make him feel a little happy, all fluffy inside, he comes to his senses and realises that there's still a lot in life and there are always answers to problems, and decided not to commit suicide anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You just saved a life there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Suicide is never the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really, it is &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;the answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Unless people ask you "What is the thing you call when people kill themselves?" or "What does S-U-I-C-D-E spell?", then yeah. You know what I mean, don't you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The world would be a better place if everyone just smiles more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If there were more people who appreciate things in life, the world would be a better place. Simply thanking a waitress for serving you your food could make the waitress' day. Have you ever thought about it? Thanking people for the things they do for a living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I hope this post makes sense, and you see what I'm trying to convey here. Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-5008033025471765732?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/5008033025471765732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=5008033025471765732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/5008033025471765732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/5008033025471765732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rTJjxaA2Rs/Tu3bcdjiWQI/AAAAAAAAEAk/IUjdVua6N3I/s72-c/Choose+Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-6201190366427336819</id><published>2011-12-12T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:26:17.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RVPOTD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena on Holidays'/><title type='text'>The Cs</title><content type='html'>One of the really rare times I type a post title first before typing out the content of the blog post :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cs &lt;/b&gt;refers to Carrie, Charlene, Christy &amp;amp; I. I know my name begins with the letter S but I'm also part of &lt;b&gt;The Cs&lt;/b&gt;, don't you acknowledge the letter S there? :P In this context, I'm significant and insignificant at the same time. Insignificant, because I make up the smaller letter. Significant, because without the s, it would just be "The C" which would stand for one person. See, I'm really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. That's just some rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of The Cs, Carrie's back to blogging! Here's her&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://isayukiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;! Also, Charlene started blogging a few weeks ago,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://charzzvip194.blogspot.com/"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;. And, Christy's back to the blogging world too (She didn't tell me this, I had to find out myself, so she's the last one on this list wtf),&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://christytang1056.blogspot.com/"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, all of us have blogs, and I made them promise that they would update their blog. Carrie and Christy already updated theirs, so it's just down to Charlene &amp;amp; I. I've been procrastinating. To be honest, I was lazy to blog. :£&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us, and Charlene's aunty, slept over at The Empire Hotel (and Country Club) for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah, I think I forgot how to blog about my daily life already since lately I've only been typing some lame posts, nothing to do with my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say pictures are worth a thousand words; so I'm just going to post pictures and you'll know what happened. Okay? Okay. Kidding. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdeLKaPLRDc/TuWoMocjqaI/AAAAAAAAD8g/oMFudxafWNw/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdeLKaPLRDc/TuWoMocjqaI/AAAAAAAAD8g/oMFudxafWNw/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There, a thousand words :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent more than an hour uploading all the pictures and most of them are "broken"... Seriously, Blogger? Seriously? I'm now contemplating to switch to wordpress. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the companionship of a pack of Ruffles, the coolness of my aircon, the sound of the rain outside my window, my hippo, and good music playing on my laptop right now... So this is going to be a long long post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;Christy and I arrived the earliest, so we "roamed around" and ate honeydew. Omnomnomnom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WPqcMGaA64/TuW2tOk9IzI/AAAAAAAAD_w/6jLSzzvGoBk/s1600/DSCF0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WPqcMGaA64/TuW2tOk9IzI/AAAAAAAAD_w/6jLSzzvGoBk/s640/DSCF0123.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olQjosUj170/TuWoODIaB9I/AAAAAAAAD8o/EKbFhFJNcAI/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olQjosUj170/TuWoODIaB9I/AAAAAAAAD8o/EKbFhFJNcAI/s640/IMG_0002.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WMz2UrzikoU/TuW2y459mnI/AAAAAAAAD_4/oKaiwBjhIFQ/s1600/DSCF0125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WMz2UrzikoU/TuW2y459mnI/AAAAAAAAD_4/oKaiwBjhIFQ/s640/DSCF0125.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oI6kFBX9ZwM/TuWngFdd2eI/AAAAAAAAD5g/OsqCB-9Gl5Y/s1600/DSCF0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oI6kFBX9ZwM/TuWngFdd2eI/AAAAAAAAD5g/OsqCB-9Gl5Y/s640/DSCF0124.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saw this monkey mascot walking around to little kids so we went over to him to take a picture and he "retreated" backwards. HAHA. Still ended up taking a picture with him though :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After checking in, we waited for the buggy to send us to our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: I've never sat on a buggy before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Carrie &amp;amp; Charlene: Me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Christy: What's a buggy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHA. Oh my goodness that girl is so cute. And then, when I typed a tweet and asked for her permission to post it, she was like "OHHH I thought it was spelt B-A-G-I". Even cuter :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our room was located in a really awkward position. From the entrance, it's the same distance from both sides (or so we think), so we didn't know which route would be faster. HAHA. Carrie kept saying that! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIDM9Nt4980/TuWpLHNrAFI/AAAAAAAAD9I/_MRwtP4AGxk/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIDM9Nt4980/TuWpLHNrAFI/AAAAAAAAD9I/_MRwtP4AGxk/s640/IMG_0006.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were greeted by Erik the Elephant. Isn't he cute??? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Charlene asked us all to bring our laptops, but I didn't, so I was punished and had to call Room Service for extra towels eventhough I brought my own towel :( After that, we unpacked some of our stuff, slapped on &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;sunblock, and then we found out that there was free WiFi in the room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I "created" Carrie a blogskin in 5 minutes, and she loved it. She high-fived me continuously. HAHA. Later that night, I ended up making a Nuffnang and Churpchurp account for her. And the "high-five"-ing continued.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCm0yqQ7UIM/TuWpcu7D9zI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/nFYNLGc91Ws/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCm0yqQ7UIM/TuWpcu7D9zI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/nFYNLGc91Ws/s640/IMG_0007.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The food we brought to share.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We only stayed for ONE NIGHT and we had THIS much food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't finish them though. There were chocolates, one cup noodle, one pack of Roller Coasters and one pack of Ruffles remaining. In fact, I'm eating the Ruffles right now. HAHA. Typing with one finger, and it's not a very convenient thing to do.. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkNmC60nx3c/TuWp3nsMvAI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/s5KgZ4zFX6M/s1600/IMG_0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkNmC60nx3c/TuWp3nsMvAI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/s5KgZ4zFX6M/s640/IMG_0008.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We decided to go bowling and ended up doing a lot of walking because we went the wrong way ;_; I don't even remember how we ended up taking the route we took. We just walked on and on and on and ended up on the 9th Tee of the golf course at some point. Kel tweeted me around 2am and told me that he saw me walking along the road with my friends looking like lost people, HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqRxrFHwaNw/TuWqn2sZGcI/AAAAAAAAD9g/xzf_Worbn4k/s1600/IMG_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqRxrFHwaNw/TuWqn2sZGcI/AAAAAAAAD9g/xzf_Worbn4k/s640/IMG_0009.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Walking around in Empire, it felt so.. out of Brunei. We felt as if we weren't in Brunei but was instead in some European country. LOOK AT THE SURROUNDINGS, it's not really Brunei-like! That's Carrie btw, and she doesn't know that I took that picture. HEHE. It's okay, we're even, she took a picture of my back when we were walking back to the hotel room after swimming (A very unsightly photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdlobHez-DM/TuWnxD0CE7I/AAAAAAAAD6g/YH5hsHXwEYE/s1600/DSCF0132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdlobHez-DM/TuWnxD0CE7I/AAAAAAAAD6g/YH5hsHXwEYE/s640/DSCF0132.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the bowling alley. I tried to upload pictures of the four of us bowling and put them side by side but Blogger hates me and didn't allow me to upload those pictures, so.. there :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wh-pQUfNRo/TuWqrSqZOrI/AAAAAAAAD9o/N7REgczD8zQ/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wh-pQUfNRo/TuWqrSqZOrI/AAAAAAAAD9o/N7REgczD8zQ/s640/IMG_0010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The scores :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charlene, Carrie, Christy &amp;amp; Sheena, in that order. The girl who said she didn't know how to bowl got the highest scores. Pfft. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was doing good at first and then it just went downhill after my strike &amp;gt;: (&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that game, we went back to the hotel room using the buggy and we ended up...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0epOHQSELU/TuWoPtrLLpI/AAAAAAAAD8w/gKcCS7eT8JQ/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0epOHQSELU/TuWoPtrLLpI/AAAAAAAAD8w/gKcCS7eT8JQ/s640/IMG_0003.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4Lz71Uqra0/TuWny-thlJI/AAAAAAAAD6o/og02_tyilVw/s1600/DSCF0133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4Lz71Uqra0/TuWny-thlJI/AAAAAAAAD6o/og02_tyilVw/s640/DSCF0133.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hyo6YIunPWo/TuWn02_lQdI/AAAAAAAAD6w/DiJTJeh8EMc/s1600/DSCF0134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hyo6YIunPWo/TuWn02_lQdI/AAAAAAAAD6w/DiJTJeh8EMc/s640/DSCF0134.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LABeBqz53wA/TuWn2sHsPII/AAAAAAAAD64/tbe21G0mrsk/s1600/DSCF0135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LABeBqz53wA/TuWn2sHsPII/AAAAAAAAD64/tbe21G0mrsk/s640/DSCF0135.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PLAYING BUBBLES!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sheena loves bubbles, so Sheena was happy. Happy Sheena was happy :D Actually, after I left Empire, I went to Tungku beach with my family. Whilst my brother drove the ATV, I was walking around the beach randomly blowing bubbles everywhere. People of all ages and sizes were happily popping my bubbles, at least that's what I saw. My dad ended up driving me around so I could produce more bubbles. HAHAHA. What? I like bubbles okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You guys should get me bubble blowers for my birthday :D I'd be really happy. HEHE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voOP5L9E8o0/TuWn8QwgG9I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/SgtUfrVJ4LI/s1600/DSCF0139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voOP5L9E8o0/TuWn8QwgG9I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/SgtUfrVJ4LI/s640/DSCF0139.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXB864n2L38/TuWrNQjDAhI/AAAAAAAAD9w/0T4Kj60Y4XY/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXB864n2L38/TuWrNQjDAhI/AAAAAAAAD9w/0T4Kj60Y4XY/s640/IMG_0011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivSu6RcaFzo/TuWn5eG6R0I/AAAAAAAAD7I/uIUgBUcoYN0/s1600/DSCF0137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivSu6RcaFzo/TuWn5eG6R0I/AAAAAAAAD7I/uIUgBUcoYN0/s640/DSCF0137.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzKrcPxNGbg/TuWn9h7y0yI/AAAAAAAAD7g/OZpUq3Pn_yw/s1600/DSCF0140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzKrcPxNGbg/TuWn9h7y0yI/AAAAAAAAD7g/OZpUq3Pn_yw/s640/DSCF0140.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charlene proceeded with torturing us with the smell of her Tom Yam Cup Noodles wafting in the air. If you follow me on Twitter, you'd see that most of my tweets were retweeted from either Carrie or Charlene :P Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to our balcony to enjoy the breeze, and the view. Our balcony was bounded by the lake on three sides and it was a pretty amazing view... albeit the Carlsberg cans we found floating in the water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whSgKS14b14/TuWoCVrXlqI/AAAAAAAAD74/U_BHhAHXd28/s1600/DSCF0143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whSgKS14b14/TuWoCVrXlqI/AAAAAAAAD74/U_BHhAHXd28/s640/DSCF0143.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND, WE ALSO.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVDwvs9M8vQ/TuWyAxQd_SI/AAAAAAAAD_g/jglVrx-2K3g/s1600/IMG_0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVDwvs9M8vQ/TuWyAxQd_SI/AAAAAAAAD_g/jglVrx-2K3g/s640/IMG_0025.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSG2k6RAUq0/TuWoAxad3nI/AAAAAAAAD7w/-sI4YZf17NY/s1600/DSCF0142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSG2k6RAUq0/TuWoAxad3nI/AAAAAAAAD7w/-sI4YZf17NY/s640/DSCF0142.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSL9wYBeXTY/TuWoDsaHorI/AAAAAAAAD8A/Svo2Zwl_EEI/s1600/DSCF0144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSL9wYBeXTY/TuWoDsaHorI/AAAAAAAAD8A/Svo2Zwl_EEI/s640/DSCF0144.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLAYED WITH BUBBLES!!! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did this the next morning and damn, it attracted a lot of people. HAHA. Since our balcony was facing the route from the seaview suites to the main building, a lot of people walked by and saw the bubbles we (and the wind) blew. A few stopped to watch for roughly 5-10 minutes and some even took pictures .__. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little kids were running around popping the bubbles! The bubble blowers Charlene's mum got us were of super good quality or something, the bubbles lasted for quite some time after being carried by the wind before popping.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Empire should give us free breakfast because we entertained the kids!! (Read on, I have stories to tell about breakfast) We attracted like uh 5 little kids when we were blowing bubbles by the.. walkway (?) and parents even thanked us for the blowing the bubbles, I don't know why.. HAHA, we were having fun ourselves!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVo2qCfgEqw/TuWsEiXOsoI/AAAAAAAAD94/foTIgSdV1Bk/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVo2qCfgEqw/TuWsEiXOsoI/AAAAAAAAD94/foTIgSdV1Bk/s640/IMG_0012.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After taking showers, Charlene left for her music lessons and we just "chilled" in the room until it was about 7.12, realising that we only had 3 minutes to get to Li Gong before Carrie's parents arrive to bring us out to dinner. We ran there and reached there on time, but Carrie's parents only arrived about 15 minutes later, during which we were feeding mosquitoes. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While running, I almost bumped into a guy because he walked out from one of the openings in the bushes.. I continued running, but shouted "OMGGG SHIT I'M SORRY". Yes, I said OMG SHIT. HAHA. Then he shouted back, "It's okay!!" Carrie and Christy then joked about me really bumping into that guy and ending up like Nicholas Teo &amp;amp; Cyndi Wang in the Taiwanese Drama, "Smiling Pasta".. HAHA. I told Ervin about it and he said he wouldn't mind bumping into a girl like that... LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where was I...? Right.. After feeding mosquitoes, we went for dinner with Carrie's family and their friends' family at Sawaddee House in Jerudong. It was good food :D We bought orange juice for breakfast the next morning and actually wanted to buy more cup noodles, thank goodness we didn't! Charlene's aunty bought us 6 more.. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got back around 9.15pm and waited for Charlene and her aunt while they had dinner at Excapade.. After that, we went for a movie at the cineplex, at 11pm. While leaving for the cineplex, I saw this guy who was strangely familiar and he also bent down to have a clearer look of us when we left the lagoon building.. I still have no idea on who he is, but he looked like Christy's friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cinema was really empty because it was late, I guess, or is it because Empire is a little too far to go for a movie?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNJV7YsCdWQ/TuWs4Q_eRYI/AAAAAAAAD-I/Apg85vPKfvo/s1600/IMG_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNJV7YsCdWQ/TuWs4Q_eRYI/AAAAAAAAD-I/Apg85vPKfvo/s640/IMG_0014.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAfcTlV4OdY/TuWsmtPb-gI/AAAAAAAAD-A/oJWwtyY0P0k/s1600/IMG_0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAfcTlV4OdY/TuWsmtPb-gI/AAAAAAAAD-A/oJWwtyY0P0k/s640/IMG_0013.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a really bad quality photo :P It was zoomed in, and it was dark, so I had to increase the exposure and it ended up being like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAY, it was empty, so we....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UguSmuvcUpU/TuWtE2bKl0I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/_ubJs44MnuQ/s1600/IMG_0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UguSmuvcUpU/TuWtE2bKl0I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/_ubJs44MnuQ/s640/IMG_0015.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Put up our legs on the chairs like bosses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VRj0H8RVXs/TuXL0aNsRlI/AAAAAAAAEAA/iF7YCh8dn0w/s1600/LIKEABOSS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VRj0H8RVXs/TuXL0aNsRlI/AAAAAAAAEAA/iF7YCh8dn0w/s1600/LIKEABOSS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Only for a little while though, because 5 other people came in and it was freaking cold. We were all wearing jackets and we were freezing. When Christy went to the loo, I took her jacket to give myself double insulation. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dwf-HDIoFpU/TuWtrL9VLWI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/MJF_qobOVn4/s1600/IMG_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dwf-HDIoFpU/TuWtrL9VLWI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/MJF_qobOVn4/s640/IMG_0016.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't Puss cute ? :}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, we watched Puss in Boots :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was really nice, but really short.. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When the movie finished, I couldn't feel my nose and Carrie couldn't feel her legs. It was THAT cold. Charlene, who was wearing long pants and a varsity jacket (which I love to the max, omg, it's pretty &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;cheap) was complaining about the cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We walked back to our hotel room, which really wasn't as far as we thought it was, and ended up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxPb5-8ns6M/TuWtwA33qMI/AAAAAAAAD-g/Yxma29U36yY/s1600/IMG_0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxPb5-8ns6M/TuWtwA33qMI/AAAAAAAAD-g/Yxma29U36yY/s640/IMG_0017.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLAYING WITH GLOW STICKS :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-2hBMwPrCY/TuWuTFLLPAI/AAAAAAAAD-o/kN5DEnleQfI/s1600/IMG_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-2hBMwPrCY/TuWuTFLLPAI/AAAAAAAAD-o/kN5DEnleQfI/s640/IMG_0018.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Charlene and her new glasses ;) HAHA. She has big eyes, &lt;b&gt;really big eyes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcQUvh7x3JI/TuWu2eMHkII/AAAAAAAAD-w/le6Dg6lsqyA/s1600/IMG_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcQUvh7x3JI/TuWu2eMHkII/AAAAAAAAD-w/le6Dg6lsqyA/s640/IMG_0019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We wore the glow sticks to bed that night. Boy, were they bright. So bright, so bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We "bah sam"-ed to see who would sleep with who and I got Christy. Luckily, the pair of us had similar sleeping habits so I didn't have anything to worry about. Heh heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning, we spent almost an hour blowing bubbles as I've mentioned before, attracting people passing by the lake :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5zZ1gPtqD0/TuWxvX2IboI/AAAAAAAAD_I/S9lOauRx0g4/s1600/IMG_0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5zZ1gPtqD0/TuWxvX2IboI/AAAAAAAAD_I/S9lOauRx0g4/s640/IMG_0022.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVDwvs9M8vQ/TuWyAxQd_SI/AAAAAAAAD_g/jglVrx-2K3g/s1600/IMG_0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVDwvs9M8vQ/TuWyAxQd_SI/AAAAAAAAD_g/jglVrx-2K3g/s640/IMG_0025.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a huge breakfast. Each of us had &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;cup noodles of our choice. Charlene's aunty was shocked. HAHA! Carrie called the front desk to ask if we were eligible for free breakfast, and they said we were. I called again to ask how many of us were allowed to have free breakfast and they said two adults and two children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were all considered as adults.... But anyway, the lady ended up considering Christy as a kid, hehe. Then the manager came, so we ended up needing to pay for one pax. Pfft. Why so cat? HAHA. I mean, why so ngiau? Pssh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, the breakfast @ Atrium isn't worth the money. It's way too expensive, and it's just really not worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQTcPhF4zZk/TuWoFvWLM7I/AAAAAAAAD8I/Gxt28zzXdNI/s1600/DSCF0145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQTcPhF4zZk/TuWoFvWLM7I/AAAAAAAAD8I/Gxt28zzXdNI/s640/DSCF0145.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us acting touristy. Carrie went a step further and took pictures of the other decorations :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After breakfast, we went cycling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICgxA7oAvEI/TuXOo-SE_eI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/Qz85AYpiUqk/s1600/DSCF0146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICgxA7oAvEI/TuXOo-SE_eI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/Qz85AYpiUqk/s640/DSCF0146.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;About 10 minutes into cycling, Christy fell down :( Poor Christy. She got a bump on her forehead, a scrape on her chin and grazed her elbows and legs. I hope they'll heal fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Charlene, Carrie and I then cycled all around, from the main building to the lagoon building, to the villas, then back to the main building and everything. It was good exercise :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We then played bubbles, and went back to our hotel room to change into swimwear. And of course, we went swimming after that. Carrie didn't swim though, she just sat there and tweeted :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We checked out at about 2.15pm and after much deliberation, we went to Patisserie for hi-tea. We ate &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We'd all have to thank Charlene's mum for this lovely weekend we had. :)) Thank you Aunty! We enjoyed a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you guys enjoyed reading this; it took me hours T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I'm dying, being buried in my mountain of homework which I have not started on. I need rest! A weekend isn't enough. I'll slack off a bit more then begin with homework. Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUEp1lKjXjI/TuXQe1KJjTI/AAAAAAAAEAY/GWHOWgk26DA/s1600/Photo+on+12-12-11+at+5.58+PM+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUEp1lKjXjI/TuXQe1KJjTI/AAAAAAAAEAY/GWHOWgk26DA/s640/Photo+on+12-12-11+at+5.58+PM+%25233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*waves*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, I just took that picture and posted it without any rumination. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2066776473"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2066776474"&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/927184242482741221-6201190366427336819?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/6201190366427336819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=6201190366427336819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/6201190366427336819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/6201190366427336819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/12/cs.html' title='The Cs'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdeLKaPLRDc/TuWoMocjqaI/AAAAAAAAD8g/oMFudxafWNw/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-7306769348667015688</id><published>2011-12-04T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:01:29.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insane Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RVPOTD'/><title type='text'>Le Movember.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling really reluctant to update my blog lately. I'm not sure what the reason is, &amp;nbsp;but I think I have a faint idea on what it is. At times, I wholly feel like I want to stop blogging completely, but.. that just won't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said before, &lt;b&gt;blogging&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;has become part of my life. My blog; it's like an online journal open to the public. I type relentless rubbish on significant and insignificant events that happened in life. I share photos which are or aren't appealing. But why am I doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questioning myself isn't bringing me anywhere. I just feel like blogging is right.. It's as if it would take me somewhere. There are billions of other bloggers out there with far more interesting blogs than I have.. So, I don't know how this speck of dust in the blogosphere is going to take me somewhere :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends find my blog interesting, so I guess that's another reason why I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my blog stats and I go "LOL, you're kidding, right??" when I see where my readers are from. Most of them aren't from Brunei, but rather from UK and US. It's either they're really from there, or there's something wrong with my blog stats. And again, it feels weird just having silent readers who are hiding in the shadows! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, what am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days have been passing by quickly. I spend most of them sleeping fml. I've been sleeping so much and I don't even know why &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; One day, I slept at 6.10pm and woke up at 8.30am. Insane sleeping. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to type anymore, I've lost my blogging mojo, if they were ever existent, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's interesting in school! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's in a week, yep yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, 1st December, it was Movember Day. It's basically November with an M but we celebrated it on the first day of December... Hmm, odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Movember is a moustache growing charity event held in November each year that raises funds and awareness for men's health. Teachers go around sporting the different kinds of moustaches. It was pretty fascinating. We voted for which moustache we liked best by donating $1 to the moustache we like, and all the money goes to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favourite was Mr Brown's moustache. He painted his moustache like the flag of France... probably because he taught French.. Hmm. I also really liked Mrs Bracken's, she stuck a picture of a guy with a moustache and walked around.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVVtyGDcZq4/TtrmqS3_8LI/AAAAAAAAD4c/qbfWBWIETeE/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.05+AM+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVVtyGDcZq4/TtrmqS3_8LI/AAAAAAAAD4c/qbfWBWIETeE/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.05+AM+%25234.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, moustaches were sold and Firdaus got me one :D I was intending to wear it, but he told me that it was uncomfortable, so I didn't wear it :P I'm intending to give my calculator or pencilcase a moustache though. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dO842wa0Co8/Ttrml5_IFhI/AAAAAAAAD34/vhqrYRuXfE4/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.04+AM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dO842wa0Co8/Ttrml5_IFhI/AAAAAAAAD34/vhqrYRuXfE4/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.04+AM+%25232.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Tries to put on the moustache* Fail. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The timer was too quick for me. Or was I too slow for the timer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMoOJ8dJ3pg/TtrmmggsshI/AAAAAAAAD4A/T_IddIKzb3w/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.04+AM+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMoOJ8dJ3pg/TtrmmggsshI/AAAAAAAAD4A/T_IddIKzb3w/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.04+AM+%25233.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heeehee. I can has a moustache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqRZKJdDmbc/Ttrmn1brtwI/AAAAAAAAD4E/J6thT8itd6Q/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.04+AM+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqRZKJdDmbc/Ttrmn1brtwI/AAAAAAAAD4E/J6thT8itd6Q/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.04+AM+%25234.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Serious face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFRqPRmtF5Q/TtrmohgJI1I/AAAAAAAAD4M/MTdopkxATh8/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.04+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFRqPRmtF5Q/TtrmohgJI1I/AAAAAAAAD4M/MTdopkxATh8/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.04+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Hands off* LALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-BzWt89_jg/TtrmpnmV9QI/AAAAAAAAD4U/HVnohcKKXtA/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.05+AM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-BzWt89_jg/TtrmpnmV9QI/AAAAAAAAD4U/HVnohcKKXtA/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.05+AM+%25232.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uh &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WphAfGbRXw/TtrmrBQnkwI/AAAAAAAAD4o/1Gcad54CfSc/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.05+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WphAfGbRXw/TtrmrBQnkwI/AAAAAAAAD4o/1Gcad54CfSc/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.05+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you love my moustachey eyebrows? ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6VOcIyaZaQ/Ttrms1hbYEI/AAAAAAAAD4w/1OBYd0cclHI/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.06+AM+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6VOcIyaZaQ/Ttrms1hbYEI/AAAAAAAAD4w/1OBYd0cclHI/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.06+AM+%25234.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xTuN0VKKiB0/TtrmuGs3oiI/AAAAAAAAD44/vdpqURuw1jc/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.06+AM+%25236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xTuN0VKKiB0/TtrmuGs3oiI/AAAAAAAAD44/vdpqURuw1jc/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.06+AM+%25236.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST STRAIGHT FACE WITH MOUSTACHE. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9-utWlH1QI/TtrmvCmYb1I/AAAAAAAAD48/VCkmdRi-tjI/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.07+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9-utWlH1QI/TtrmvCmYb1I/AAAAAAAAD48/VCkmdRi-tjI/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.07+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JHDWx4FVZ4/Ttrmv7zyM4I/AAAAAAAAD5E/xhBcU72iUS0/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.08+AM+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JHDWx4FVZ4/Ttrmv7zyM4I/AAAAAAAAD5E/xhBcU72iUS0/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.08+AM+%25234.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*puts glasses on*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you question my sanity??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I look like a pedo, wtf. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZMa4njZGUg/TtrmwxOPxWI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/rwRlun470r0/s1600/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.08+AM+%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZMa4njZGUg/TtrmwxOPxWI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/rwRlun470r0/s400/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.08+AM+%25235.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOW, DO YOU QUESTION MY SANITY??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't, look at the bunny in my pictures :D It's cute, no? HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took 38529562972 pictures but chose these 12 to give you nightmares. HEHE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the school term, ITGS students were asked to make this short 3-minutes long video. It's girls VS boys, I don't know whose idea it was to be so sexist, but nevertheless, it was girls VS boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were asked to do something about the IB Learner's Profile and the boys are doing an Eco video about Growing Green Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls have a really creative and cool idea, but we haven't really made any advancements yet, whilst the guys already started filming (A). What?! They're film students okay! We're.. not. That doesn't stop us from anything though, we'll have to show them that not only film students can make good videos. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ITGS.... School till 4.30pm on Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/927184242482741221-7306769348667015688?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/7306769348667015688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=7306769348667015688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/7306769348667015688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/7306769348667015688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/12/le-movember.html' title='Le Movember.'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVVtyGDcZq4/TtrmqS3_8LI/AAAAAAAAD4c/qbfWBWIETeE/s72-c/Photo+on+12-4-11+at+11.05+AM+%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-7336507681304182372</id><published>2011-11-28T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:39:19.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo Sheena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RVPOTD'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfM5iRCugFs/TtNy1tf_1KI/AAAAAAAAD3w/6pkKRO_fJSI/s1600/%2528%253B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfM5iRCugFs/TtNy1tf_1KI/AAAAAAAAD3w/6pkKRO_fJSI/s400/%2528%253B.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been feeling really lost. I seem to have lost myself somewhere in a conundrum while trying to figure things out. I don't know what to feel anymore. I don't know what I'm feeling. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. I don't know where I'm supposed to be. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. That's what I've been saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to escape from this mundane life at times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wake up each day feeling more lost. As the day passes, the more disorientated I feel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't tell what's wrong, and what's right. My head tells me this and my heart tells me that. I don't know which to follow. My instincts, my intuitions? Clairvoyance, shouldn't really depend on that, should I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To you, do things happen by chance or by choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a little bit of both, in my point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever wondered, what it'd be like if you suddenly disappear from the face of this world someday? What would happen? Who would miss you? Who would wonder where you've went?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Questions have been running through my mind all day long. I don't have any answers to any of them. I just sit down and stare into space, a zillion things come up in my head. I watch a movie, a particular scene triggers a memory in the back of my head and I start thinking about another billion more things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, I miss the past, in a way, I really do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I've deleted a lot of my posts, about three hundred of them, I presume? Most of the deleted posts are from 2008 and 2009. I didn't touch any posts after 2009. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.P.S. I've also updated my About Me page and the About Me thing at the side! :D I realised that I've never changed "Year 10C, Seri Mulia Sarjana School" into "Year 11C, Seri Mulia Sarjana School" for the whole year... and now that I realised it, I'm no longer a Year 11C student in Seri Mulia Sarjana School, but a Year 12I2 student in ISB.. Hmm, I miss SMSS.&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/927184242482741221-7336507681304182372?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/7336507681304182372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=7336507681304182372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/7336507681304182372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/7336507681304182372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfM5iRCugFs/TtNy1tf_1KI/AAAAAAAAD3w/6pkKRO_fJSI/s72-c/%2528%253B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-7956345272135696018</id><published>2011-11-24T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:02:41.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB Sheena'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SOMEONE BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm9KQm2UFZs/Ts5eKYIn51I/AAAAAAAAD1s/b0RxVrDDs08/s1600/Student+ID+blurred.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm9KQm2UFZs/Ts5eKYIn51I/AAAAAAAAD1s/b0RxVrDDs08/s400/Student+ID+blurred.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My student ID!! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I recently started classes in ISB. If you've been following my tweets (if you haven't, follow!!! &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/sheena_W"&gt;@sheena_W&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I even made it easier for you by including the link ok, so you better click) hehe), you'll see that I've been tweeting... about school... and also tweeting less.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a very good girl, so I don't tweet that much O:) When I get home, I'm already zombified, and therefore have no energy to blog properly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nahh, I still tweet a lot. It's like.. a drug. Once you get hooked up, it's hard to stop. As stated by Hazim, this is called being a tweetaholic, since people who are addicted to alcohol are called alcoholics and people who are addicted to shopping are called shopaholics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Life in ISB is different. &lt;i&gt;Really really different.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;People in ISB are super open and friendly.. People came up to us and introduced themselves to us, it was a nice welcoming gesture, although I didn't remember most of their names in the end... (I was introduced to a lot of people that day okay!!! It's reasonable!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I started classes in ISB on Monday, 21st November, with four other late-entry students. I felt really fortunate because I've seen all of them before.. In one way or another. There's Firdaus, Regina, Cynthia and Lilian. Firdaus, from my school. Regina, idk where I met her, hehe. Cynthia and Lilian, from PRYNSA. It's a small world after all :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We spent the morning until lunch in the common room, being introduced to the school and the IB diploma programme, had a mini tour around the school, met our tutor group tutors, had an interview with the school's career counsellor and then we started lessons after lunch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, we have a common room!! :) It is, according to Mr Holmes, where people just simply leave their things in. HAHA. It's sort of like a teachers' lounge, but for students! We even had couches, so yeap. And those bean bag chairs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My first lesson in ISB was Physics. It was weird being in a room which was totally strange to me. It was weird being taught by Mr. Rieger and not Teacher Sowmiya. I miss the stifled laughters in class, the noise we make, the weird expressions Teacher Sowmiya give and the way she goes "HA?!!?" when we give her stupid answers..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. R was teaching something about momentum and I was just looking at him like "O.O", I slowly understood what he was saying, but still, O.O . &lt;b&gt;A disadvantage of starting class in the middle of the term = You're completely blank about what is being learnt.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I take Physics HL with Cynthia and Regina, &amp;nbsp;I've got company, so it was alright! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, we did a little practical, and this is what happened to our experiment:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GE7oe6xH6Rc/Ts5kfp17FcI/AAAAAAAAD2E/kW0OP9TFf2s/s1600/LOL+physics+practicals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GE7oe6xH6Rc/Ts5kfp17FcI/AAAAAAAAD2E/kW0OP9TFf2s/s400/LOL+physics+practicals.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had to stack up our freaking thick about 700 pages thick textbooks on top of a file so that the spring wouldn't hit the floor! We were doing different experiments from the rest, so you don't see the same things :P We even had to borrow Kai Li's textbook. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First day of school, we only went for Physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the second day, we basically just stuck together.. Five of us late entry students anyway.. We split up and always somehow end up being together in lunch, up till today (Day 4), it's a good thing and also a bad thing in a way. If we carry on being like this, we might end up not having friends! T____T Nuuuuu! Haha, thank goodness the people in ISB are super friendly and we have friends, yay us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I'm actually referring to my timetable while typing this)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our first period for the next day was actually English, but we didn't have it and instead, we went for a presentation by Ms. Sonia Leong! Google her up! She's one of the creators of Domokun. HEHEHE. She was really hilarious, and she has sudden outbursts of energy. Fun fun fun. 2 periods well spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chemistry for the first time was.. okay. We did this precipitation titration... and the results were cool. I've never ever done any titrations and gotten solids in the results before, so it was cool. I was in this class with Cynthia; and Lavinia helped us out with our titrations :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch was... well... dot dot dot. Ms Wong asked us to stay in the common room after lunch as she wanted to bring us to try out Mandarin and Malay, because some of us were unsure on what to take. She wasn't there, and Cynthia, Lilian and Daus mysteriously disappeared... Regina and I roamed around school, looking for Ms Wong. We roamed around the primary section and went "Aiyooo why like this?? So where we go now???" quite a few times.. Then Ms Ayu Mee came out and I ended up going to Mandarin ab initio (my initial choice) and Regina went to Malay A1. We didn't get to try out classes (Thank goodness I didn't, heard Malay's hard!!) but instead got back to our original choices. Except for Lilian and Cynthia though, Lilian went for Malay instead of Spanish and Cynthia went for Mandarin B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ms Wong came to look for me a while later, telling me that she did appear in the common room, but she was late and couldn't find us... Oopsies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was the only girl in Mandarin ab initio class, being said to be the rose among the thorns. What a nice way of saying being the only girl among a lot of guys in one class... HAHA :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next morning, we had TOK. I was in this class alone without the other late-entry students, but I had Peter from my tutor group with me.. TOK, a mix of psychology, sociology and philosophy. It kills brain cells and it drives you crazy. I was basically "???????????", it was all so confusing!! :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that, my second class alone without the other late-entry students, ITGS. I was so lost in class, people were typing out the things Ms Hancox was discussing in the computers while I was just there.. copying down notes frantically. Now, I feel as if I came from the Stone Age. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I shall skip the rest and move on to today. We had Maths HL lessons for the first two periods today... It was.... &lt;b&gt;wow&lt;/b&gt;, and most of the class are Chinese students :P I was in this with Regina, Cynthia and Lilian in this.. It messed with my brain a little, but all's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ENGLISH SL LESSONS AFTER BREAK. I ALMOST WENT CRAZY. HAHAHA. We were given two essays and were supposed to write out an analysis and commentary for the essay. All 5 of us were in the same class and we were all blank, going "????" again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After staring at the paper for quite some time, and with a little explanation from Lyndon (I think), Yi Rou and Lavinia, we finally started... but never finished. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;In this text, the author used a lot of words to try to urge the readers to continue reading the essay, to read on about what he has to say on the topic of poverty, especially in the first paragraph where he mentioned "listen" quite a few times. The author seems to be seeking empathy and sympathy from the readers,&amp;nbsp;hoping that they would somehow understand how he and others who are stricken by poverty feel like and maybe come to their senses then try help out the less fortunate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;The author used various descriptive words to describe the daily happenings; making the readers' minds wander off, imagining how it would be like in a poor person's position, obviously seeking sympathy or empathy as I've mentioned, despite mentioning that he didn't want any pity in the first part of the text.&amp;nbsp;The author probably included the phrases, "Listen&amp;nbsp;without pity" and "I cannot use your pity" just to grab the readers' attention, acting as if he really didn't want any pity. It could also be used to diverge the readers' attention.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I ended up with that, and a few more paragraphs which I forgot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I never thought English would be that hard.. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cons of being a late-entry student = Obviously, a lot to catch up on!! And, you'll feel lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had free period today and I didn't even know. *Blur*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;K, super sleepy now. Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/927184242482741221-7956345272135696018?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/7956345272135696018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=7956345272135696018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/7956345272135696018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/7956345272135696018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-in-life-of.html' title='A day in the life of...'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wm9KQm2UFZs/Ts5eKYIn51I/AAAAAAAAD1s/b0RxVrDDs08/s72-c/Student+ID+blurred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-2715806561606197876</id><published>2011-11-19T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T02:41:44.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schmaltzy words.</title><content type='html'>So today (okay, more like yesterday since it's already past 12AM), was the last day of O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month and a week of exams, finally done. 19 papers down. Only the results to go. I don't really know how I feel about it. Sort of mixed, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising that it was the last exam I'd ever be sitting for as an SMSS student was a little saddening. Realising that it was the last time I'll ever be with my classmates as a whole was disheartening. Realising that it's the very last time I'll be sitting on the blue/green chairs with mismatched tables filled with scribbles and writings was a little.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really used to the surroundings. I've been in that school for 10 years, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years is not long compared to others who have been there since kindergarten. I feel as if I've gotten as much experience as everyone else though.. Except for going to kindergarten and the kindergarten graduation... I never got to graduate from kindergarten :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be really weird, not walking to school anymore.. All my primary and secondary school life, I've been walking to school.. Whenever I forget something, I'd just run home to get it. Whenever I needed something or someone needed something, I'd just run home to get it. I'd go to school whenever I want for whatever reason there is without any transportation problems or anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to get used to it... Maybe it'd be a little hard to get used to since I've been doing the same things for so many years, but I'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said before, I'll miss my classmates the most. I dare say that they're the best classmates I've ever had throughout my primary and secondary school years. I don't know where else I would find such classmates; caring, nice, kind, responsible, etc etc etc. Whatever good traits you can think of, they have it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm feeling blue, these classmates of mine would never fail to put a smile on my face. They're by far the best people I've ever met in my life. You can't help but to smile when you see all the smiles on their faces when you walk into class. The simplest wave or "good morning" makes me feel.... I don't know, it just makes me feel .. better? It's like... they sprinkle a little sunshine on you and make your day better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They send out warm fuzzies! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm feeling really stressed, I don't know why, but they seem to give me the strength to carry on with things. I'm not sure if it's just me, or the smiles on the faces of my classmates just gives you the assurance, that everything is okay, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel like that.. but I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendships we have mean every little thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Year 11C, I feel as if everyone cares for one another. Just like one big happy family. A really big family comprising different races, nationalities, religions, views, opinions, whatsoever. No one seems as if all they care about is themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really comfortable being around them, as if nothing could go wrong. They just give me that.. secure feeling. I might not be close to each and everyone of them to a great extent, but it's close enough to know that they're really nice people who really care. (Oh gosh, I'm typing "really" a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever forget the times we've spent together, all the laughters we shared.. The endless practices we had for the talent show is by far the best memory I've had with you guys. I'm really lucky to have met these amazing people and gotten the chance to know them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Year 11C makes me a happy fluffy positive bunny :P Lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CYTvL54d6NA/TsaUPTTb2zI/AAAAAAAAD1k/DuG-3dYRwBo/s1600/DMAZELTOV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CYTvL54d6NA/TsaUPTTb2zI/AAAAAAAAD1k/DuG-3dYRwBo/s640/DMAZELTOV.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I know my eyes are closed and I look weird. But everyone else look good in this picture compared to the other one, so yeah. Not everyone in my class are in this picture, but most of them are. Missing people? Yvonne, Michelle, Kinky, Jenifer and Ashira (Yeah I know the one there is Aneesa. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We MUST MUST MUST take pictures on graduation! The whole class :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be filling my blog with faces of Year 11 graduates :) Hehe. Too bad Aneesa, Ashira and Jasilah won't be joining us for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my classmates so so much. I've met the most amazing people ever there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After typing everything, I realised that I've typed about everyone in class. Heheeee. You can skip it if you want to] [The top part starts with how much I'll miss them and the rest are more of describing them.. HAHAHAHA] --- I got tired typing half way, maybe you should skip it. HAHA, really- My vocabulary is super limited and I described almost everyone as nice... It's really late right now and my brain is quite dead, what do you expect?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my best friends, my seat mates a lot; Christy and Charlene.. and both of them are leaving me in Brunei next year... :'( I can talk to them about anything and everything.. Must keep in touch with them no matter what!! Internet, this is where you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy will always be that really cute girl who stresses herself out a lot when it comes to exams. I'll miss her to the utmost extent and even though I've only known her for 4 years, I feel as if I've known her all my life. I really like being around her, she makes me feel loved and comfortable. Hehehe, you know you love me. I love you too ;) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene will always be that crazy girl who has the most psychotic ideas and plans, EVER :P She's the one who goes "OOOOOOOOO" and "HEHEEHE" fantasising about guys. HEHE. Right right? She's crazy and I love her craziness. &amp;lt;3 And of course, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been classmates with Carrie for 10 years straight; classes without her would be pretty weird. Can you imagine that? Classmates for 10 years... I'm surprised that she isn't sick of seeing me :P HEHE. Like she said just now, we would have to find something common between us to talk about in the future.. We'd be taking different exams, different classes, different everything.. 10 years of friendship, very valuable k. :) I'll miss this crazy girl. Most of my primary and secondary memories revolve around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAI. The girl who thought I was from China the first time we met in 2007!! HAHA. Our friendship started with cross-stitching.. and then we became classmates... then neighbours.. I'm gonna miss hearing her scream and I'm gonna miss walking to school with her. I'm going to miss my TV Series buddy! HAHA. I think we're currently the only ones going crazy downloading TV shows to watch.. :P It's okay, I'll still be able to see her a lot, I'll just bang on her door :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby booby looby hehe. She should feel special because I gave her a special name here. HEHE. I don't know when I met her but I've heard her name a zillion and one times before actually really knowing her :P What?! Our school is tiny! She has the sweetest smile ever and also the best dancer I know personally ;) I admire her (and actually all the Dance Synergy members) for being able to juggle between dancing and studies; all the performances, rehearsals and everything, just WOW. She's also one of the nicest people I know! I felt like I got to know her quite well, hmm. Hehe. This girl is leaving us for the Philippines. Please don't forget me, I'll miss you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne, a friend of mine since I was tiny. I never thought that we would ever be classmates since she was a level above me, but we ended up being classmates anyway. Michelle, sue-er #1, I met her in 2008.. Yvonne, Michelle, Jacqueline and I sort of made this weird -ER company thing.. I don't remember who started it.. Yvonne and Michelle are the Sue-ers, I was the Many-zer, Jacqueline was a ... I don't remember, and Lai who eventually joined was the Clean-er (wtf). I remember that stupid red indian dance thing we do on that metal thinggy in school... HAHA. Ah, fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinky, a member of the k-pop fanatics group which comprises of Carrie, Yvonne, Michelle, Kinky and Lai.. I'll miss seeing her, hehe. I'll miss hearing them crazy girls go crazy about K-pop stars :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myka, Jasmine, Romi. The names I've heard of a lot when I was in primary, but I never got to know them. I finally got the chance to and they're one of the funnest people to be around :)) I remember the time we started randomly singing High School Musical songs in class when there weren't any teachers around, and Year 11B thought we were doing High School Musical for the talent show :P They have the best vocabulary I know. Hehe. I'll miss being around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenifer, I met her in 2007 when I was in PDS Jangsak for extra classes for PSR. I'll miss her cat-eyes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasilah, all I know is that she's really cute in her own little ways, she's smart and she's nice. &amp;nbsp;I never got to know her that well because I usually don't know what to say and our conversations usually turn into awkward silences. I'll miss having her around :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swetha.. I met this girl in 2008 with Lai during the walkathon. We didn't know who each other were, we just randomly talked and ended up sort of being friends. I didn't get to spend much time with her, but I'm sure I'll miss her all the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneesa and Ashira, the twins I was once seat mates with. If you've read my blog long enough, you should know that there was once I was asked to sit in between both of them. I felt as if I was killing the whole twin-y thing :P They're really quiet and shy people.. And I felt very proud because I could tell both of them apart in my second month of meeting them, wtf. HEHE. They're also leaving Brunei, I'll miss them and maybe I'll get to see them soon when I go back to Singapore :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary, the guy who calls himself my best friend :P I don't know what to write about him, there's nothing good about him. HAHAHAHA. I'm just kidding, don't kill me. The most ticklish guy I know. Try poking him, it'll send him flying or coming at you, poking you. A really caring person who gets paranoid A LOT and thinks a little too much about almost everything. He understands me a lot and I'm pretty sure I won't forget this guy. Nice, caring, and annoying at times :P Hehe, don't kill me. O:) He's a good friend, a good listener, a guy who apologises way too much for no reason. He's a pessimistic at times and he's a worrier. He may not know it, but he is, really. (You asked me to be honest. I'm being honest.) I will not miss you, Gary, just kidding, I will. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng, the very very tall guy! His niceness, politeness, and over-friendliness is intriguing. People joke around and call him Yao Ming. :P A really cute guy who happens to be really really smart. His over-politeness made him cute. HAHA. :)) I remember the one time we went out during the fasting month, he drank water in public, realised that it was the fasting month, and started apologising frantically. He's really caring and nice, yep. Nice is the word to describe him. He also makes people feel very secure, maybe it's the height. Haha. I'll miss you, tall dude :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, the guy who is good in anything which has to do with numbers. I am serious. He's the one who calls me for no apparent reason, or just to talk. He knows that I'm lazy. He's really honest. He's really good with numbers. He's really nice. He's really kind. He's really caring. He's Ho. During the qualifying exams, I was disheartened because of A.Maths paper, and he sent me a message saying "Hello. Are you okay? Don't be sad, you did your best already". Sweet or not I ask you??! I have the best classmates ever. I'll miss you very muchie, Ho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim, the guy my mum finds really handsome. *_* He thinks that my smile is dangerous because it distracted him from playing poker on Facebook once. I find him funny, and just Lim. :) It's hard to figure out what's going on in his mind.. He vandalised my palm once, and it was the best memory I've had with him yet. HAHA. He hates me for glowing when I put my head on the table to sleep or something when we have free time. You don't have to know what I mean :P Will miss this curly wurly wavy hair dude~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim, the only Bruneian in my class (Not trying to be nationalist(is there such a thing??) here) He's part Chinese, very very very distantly, and I speak to him in Chinese at times. HAHA. He ALWAYS pesters me to update my blog. He can't be described :P I'll miss you, Zim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koo, pretty quiet. He's actually really nice when you get to know him and when you talk to him. Hehe. I guess he gets stressed out a lot, and stuff. I don't exactly know him that well, he's like a conundrum, really. In Year 8, people used to call him Kung Fu Panda. I'll miss Kung Fu Panda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, honestly I really don't know him that well (I'm a failed friend HAHA). Last time, the only thing I chatted with him about on MSN was school work and homework. HAHA. He's really shy...... if you don't know him, but fun to be around if you know him. I will miss his dimples, and him. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, I've known this guy since I don't know when, Primary 3 or 4? I used to bully him a lot.. Carrie and I used to bully him and Dandel to be exact... Ah, good memories (Nope, not really). He's nice (Heck! Everyone in my class is nice!) The dude who was as tall as me in Primary 6 but suddenly shot up like a bamboo shoot and became really tall. I will miss his... tallness. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hufailin. I didn't know this guy well, and I still don't! He shows his teeth a lot and he's really competitive, in a way. He got a new name this year, Hafilin! HEHE. He's a really curious person, and quite witty too! Will miss having him around :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;, I know I typed "I'll miss....." behind EVERY SINGLE PARAGRAPH. I didn't really intend to type out such a long post at first, but I ended up doing so anyway. At first, I only typed about Christy, Charlene and Carrie, but it wouldn't be fair because I'll miss EVERYONE :( Like &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's all ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation rehearsals at 5pm later on! Graduation tomorrow, 20/11/2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for graduation, and at the same time, I don't want it all to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got too many good memories that I want to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I'm starting classes at ISB really really soon! I just finished O Levels and I'm going to start stressing myself out with IB. Gulp. Pretty excited for it though!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-2715806561606197876?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/2715806561606197876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=2715806561606197876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/2715806561606197876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/2715806561606197876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/schmaltzy-words.html' title='Schmaltzy words.'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CYTvL54d6NA/TsaUPTTb2zI/AAAAAAAAD1k/DuG-3dYRwBo/s72-c/DMAZELTOV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-861186339892599428</id><published>2011-11-14T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:51:59.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoness. Wtf.</title><content type='html'>I want to release myself from this web of intricacies so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna type a tirade on why I hate life right now so you can not read if you don't want to. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I don't really hate life, but right now I just feel really down in the dumps and I want to type out a whole lot of rubbish somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to curl up in a ball and just hide under my blanket, hug my hippo soft toy and sleep as long as I can.. but I can't do that because I'd just be given an earful and I need to study for my Chemistry exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last Chemistry paper so I must do good... I just don't feel like studying right now because I'm in a freaking abominable mood right now. I guess I'll start studying at 9pm..... 1 hour and 15 minutes to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with me lately, but I just can't seem to point out on what it is. I really don't know what's wrong myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ear drums might go boom any second now because I'm playing extremely loud music into my ears at the moment. I can't hear anything but the music I'm listening to. Don't worry, I'm playing soft mellow Chinese music, only in high volume, so.. yeah. I also didn't put my iTunes on shuffle to lower the chances of my ears really exploding. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like no one cares about you? Like the world is crumbling down? Like your whole world is falling apart, and you're the only one feeling it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like crap, and you cry, but no one asks you what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they do is discriminate you. All they do is scold you. All they do is look at your flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't see what's good about you, they just see the bad in you. They point out when you're in your worst conditions, but not when you're at your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could seem as if you fell into 10ft deep of shit and cry your eyeballs out and no one would ask you what's wrong. You could seem as if you're in the foulest mood of all and they choose to ignore it and just throw scornful looks or words at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel the least bit appreciated. You feel as if you're transparent, you're not there. You feel as if you're just another person taking up just another room, and eat up another portion of a meal. You feel as if you're not at all significant. You could disappear but no one would wonder where you went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be crying in front of them, sulking and everything and no one would care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just keep pointing out your flaws and not think about how you feel. People would shout at you the first thing in the morning, and of course you'd be in a bad mood, but they expect you to fucking keep it in you and pretend nothing's wrong and be the happy dandy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands you. No one will ever understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is shut the fuck up and just "mm" and nod at everything, everyone will be happy. Everyone except for you. You hide in your room all day as an escape route but those people just come in and find something to mess you up with, make everything your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't care how you're feeling. They never ask. They just expect you to be okay all the time, even after endless insults and scoldings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you don't show it, it doesn't mean that you don't feel. You're human too. You have feelings too. But do they care? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that matters seems to be themselves. As long as they're happy, then all's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny problem could become a huge problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't everyone just shut up for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're all happy and everything, people don't say a single thing. But once you're in a foul mood and make the slightest fuss or just say something harsh, everyone hates on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you don't feel like talking to people. You don't want to isolate yourself from the world. You don't want to make people unhappy. You just somehow do it. Once you open your mouth, everything's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to tell people your stories, but they'd most probably not listen. They'd just listen to you for like 5 seconds then go off and do whatever they were doing. So what's the whole point of trying to talk anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get scolded for not trying to make conversations with certain people. But have those people who scolded you ever thought of why you don't? Do they know that you'd just end up in trouble or something whenever you try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one you can talk to because no one understands you. And you don't know how to make people understand you. You just weep, hug something and cry your eyeballs out while listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time you feel important is when you've achieved something, the best in something. When you're not the best, you're nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel unappreciated. But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just come to you when they need something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile and act as if nothing's wrong. &lt;i&gt;No one really cares.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BOTTOM LINE: &lt;b&gt;DO PEOPLE KNOW HOW YOU FEEL OR WHY YOU'RE ACTING THE WAY YOU'RE ACTING?!?! BEFORE THEY ACTUALLY JUDGE YOU OR SHOUT AT YOU?!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like a completely useless piece of shit. I'm just wasting space and taking up oxygen which could benefit others more. Wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm very loved and cared for, but not by the people who matters the most to me. Around them, I feel as if I'm transparent and not important. I can't have my say in things because I'd most probably say something wrong and get scolded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll just shut up and listen to music, wtf, because nothing could go wrong like that. Oh wait, something could! Maybe someone would be calling me or talking to me but I can't hear it and I'd get scolded for not answering back. But when I answer back, I'd most probably say something wrong and get scolded (I know I just typed this wtf) Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've given up on trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I do something I want being judged? Why can't something I want to do be important? Why don't I matter?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a very emo post. Please excuse me for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to continue my journey to my land of happiness, if I'll ever reach it. Wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sheena.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Don't worry, I'll be okay. HAHA. I am pretty sure. Because if Sheena isn't happy, Sheena isn't really Sheena. Sheena's meant to always be happy :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-861186339892599428?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/861186339892599428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=861186339892599428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/861186339892599428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/861186339892599428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/emoness-wtf.html' title='Emoness. Wtf.'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-1088399084142649094</id><published>2011-11-12T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:34:27.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalalala, sing a happy song.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Before you get mad at me, play this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the world a happier place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YtrEkjpumjs" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for you to be mad at me, &amp;nbsp;I just wanted to share that song and that song makes people happier... Unless you hate Smurfs or you hate lalala-ing. But, how could you hate those??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing this song at maximum volume and my brother came up and lalala-ed along to it :D See how lovely it is? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can hear my tummy grumbling and I'm actually ignoring it. Haha. I just don't feel like eating at the moment. Yep, I'm that lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea on what I'm supposed to be typing about because I haven't typed a long post in quite some time... True, no? My head hurts from all the Maths from the last 2 weeks and thank goodness all our Maths papers are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Maths, mind you. But I guess the Cambridge Maths Department decided to mess with us or something this year. All the Maths papers were harder than usual; be it A.Maths or D.Maths. They were so different from the Past Year Papers and everything. Or maybe it's just me.... and everyone on my Twitter timeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some went super extreme on cussing about the exam. Some just scrolled through the tweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated my blog in quite some time... I think.. Wait, let me check.. It was just 6 days.. Man, that felt long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 11/11/11 felt as if it was a long time ago. But in actual fact, it was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;belated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;11/11/11 EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The perfect palindrome day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Foursquare even had this "+3" bonus for palindrome day! The next time this happens would be in a thousand years. So, how did your 11/11/11 go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I spent the morning a little frustrated about A.Maths, sitting for the A.Maths Paper 2 exams and feeling devastated because of the A.Maths exam. My friends were going on and on and on about the questions on the paper and I was just waiting for 11.11am to come. Then I was like "It's 11:11! Make a wish!" and Gary happily shouted back, "I don't want to!!". &lt;i&gt;Pfft&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it's because there was this period of time when he wished at 11:11 everyday but the wish never came true ^____^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've made wishes a few times and they did come true :) So, yay me. I think that was just beginner's luck or something though, only my first few wishes came true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe you don't believe in 11:11, maybe you do; does it hurt to spend a few seconds making a wish? Who knows, it might actually come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unless you're at the tip of a cliff and about to fall off, then it does hurt. But then again, why would you look at your watch when you're about to fall off and die? Oh wait, maybe you were waiting for 11:11 to make a wish and hoping that something will miraculously happen. Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chances of that is a little unlikely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My afternoon was spent at a saloon and my night was spent at a 20th anniversary wedding dinner at iLotus. Food wasn't extraordinarily good that night, but it was fine. Just fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of us at the "kids" table spent the night trying to talk to Jing Wei, who barely spoke.. I very thick faced-ly said hi to him for Ka Yong and later that night, told him how I knew him (so that I'll sound less stalkerish.. HAHAHA) and he didn't remember me at all. This is sad. I remember people who don't remember me.&amp;nbsp;I met him at the Eureka Physics competition held at Maktab Sains when he was still in St. Andrew's.. but he doesn't remember.. Oh well. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess this just means that I can't be someone famous... Because famous people don't usually remember people they see, but people remember them.. I'm the complete opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I messed with Alex's phone for a little while, Whatsapping Ervin, spammed him with a lot of rubbish O:) He obviously knew that it wasn't Alex because Alex doesn't type like that.. I told him rubbish like "Hi. I like tofu. I like music. I like broccoli. I like chocolates. I like annoying people. I like looking at pictures. I don't like you, bye", to which he replied with a "I like you.". Clearly, he didn't know that it was me. If he knew, he would've most probably said "Aww, I don't like you too. Go away. Shoo". I told him that it was me typing those rubbish and then he said "Oops xp", which clearly means "Oops I didn't know it was you. &amp;nbsp;I don't like you, bye"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See? He hates me that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*runs to a corner, sulks, and start drawing circles with finger*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11-11-11 was a pretty normal day. Nothing special, nothing at all. I lived it like any other day, I didn't do anything special at all. HAHA. The most special thing I did was with Alex at the top of our lungs at songs we don't even know at all. Okay lah, maybe some lyrics were familiar and it was mostly "lalalalala"-ing and I sort of made him sing with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't I just sound like a crazy person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One more week till O levels end. Three more papers to go!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm glad that most of the papers are already over, but at the same time, I'm worried. What if I didn't do good enough? What if I didn't do good? I don't want to be a disappointment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just don't want to disappoint myself.... Yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Graduation in 8 days! 20/11/2011. Another special date :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;01-01-01, 02-02-02, 03-03-03, 04-04-04, 05-05-05, 06-06-06, 07-07-07, 08-08-08, 09-09-09, 10-10-10, 11-11-11, 12-12-12. That'll end next year. There's no 13-13-13 or whatever. We'd have to wait for another 1000 - 12 years :P Umm, 988 if I'm not mistaken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you think typing 01-01-01, and blahblah, whatever I typed just now is easy. You're wrong. You should try it :P I kept mistyping things.. Now my fingers just feel weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously... It feels weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgFZOBwOJ5c/Tr5z7HQjb3I/AAAAAAAAD1U/eDBlXv716QQ/s1600/Macbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgFZOBwOJ5c/Tr5z7HQjb3I/AAAAAAAAD1U/eDBlXv716QQ/s1600/Macbook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacBook Pro says Hello. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty, isn't it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-1088399084142649094?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/1088399084142649094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=1088399084142649094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/1088399084142649094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/1088399084142649094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/lalalalalala-sing-happy-song.html' title='Lalalalalala, sing a happy song.'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YtrEkjpumjs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-799512894259939935</id><published>2011-11-06T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T16:35:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le vainass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;About 4.00pm in the afternoon. The sky is dull and it looks as if it's about to rain. It has been like this for the past few hours, for the past few afternoons. I'm slowly tapping away on this ever-so familiar keyboard of a laptop I never used to own. Once I got my hands on them, my fingers seem to have immediately familiarized itself with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My Internet connection is still as irksome as ever. However, the speed seems a little more tolerable today. Or maybe I'm extremely slow today that everything else feels fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Currently listening to music I am not at all familiar with. I haven't listened to anything other than classical music ever since O's started. I get distracted too easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The only way I can tell whether my Internet connection is working properly or not right now is by looking at uTorrent, if the download speed is at least a mere 0.2kbps, I'll know that there's Internet connection. Yes, that slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I got really bored. So.. Pictures. (Excuses, I'm just really vain. Cough cough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8KXkd6Clj0/TrY_l-tR3zI/AAAAAAAADtU/yS0ifxLr7J4/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.10+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8KXkd6Clj0/TrY_l-tR3zI/AAAAAAAADtU/yS0ifxLr7J4/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.10+PM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a really bored Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6w0iT1I-qHA/TrZBwKjsTpI/AAAAAAAADtc/pXCOF8fEWIA/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.10+PM+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6w0iT1I-qHA/TrZBwKjsTpI/AAAAAAAADtc/pXCOF8fEWIA/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.10+PM+%25233.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TlxoXO_fwI/TrZB6YoV0KI/AAAAAAAADtk/fFkRA7V1I8A/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.14+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TlxoXO_fwI/TrZB6YoV0KI/AAAAAAAADtk/fFkRA7V1I8A/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.14+PM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The typical weird-faced Sheena. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2T8GlAaGiGw/TrZCKRyRe2I/AAAAAAAADts/4um0N0W_5FA/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.16+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2T8GlAaGiGw/TrZCKRyRe2I/AAAAAAAADts/4um0N0W_5FA/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.16+PM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ever wondered how I'd look like if I had big eyes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, there you go :P HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll stick to my current eyes, don't you think?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8NYve0SAVD0/TrZCmkRkm1I/AAAAAAAADt0/BNHqQpsV9H4/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.16+PM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8NYve0SAVD0/TrZCmkRkm1I/AAAAAAAADt0/BNHqQpsV9H4/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.16+PM+%25232.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If only I had a twin.... Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze7ihu4X9HM/TrZC2SMMzaI/AAAAAAAADt8/ZoBaoZUbwXs/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.17+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze7ihu4X9HM/TrZC2SMMzaI/AAAAAAAADt8/ZoBaoZUbwXs/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.17+PM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OoooOOoooOooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qur4KzwM41A/TrZDVU4ecVI/AAAAAAAADuE/l2_dnDLuYmg/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.19+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qur4KzwM41A/TrZDVU4ecVI/AAAAAAAADuE/l2_dnDLuYmg/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.19+PM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I should really do Maths now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCijd4q5VlE/TrZDx3tUrhI/AAAAAAAADuM/IlRRvLZi4-w/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.19+PM+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCijd4q5VlE/TrZDx3tUrhI/AAAAAAAADuM/IlRRvLZi4-w/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.19+PM+%25233.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chinkyyy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I smile like that, my eyes disappear :O Le gasp.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESEaO6xwID0/TrZEAD5WEEI/AAAAAAAADuU/XRSRm_meSBU/s1600/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.23+PM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESEaO6xwID0/TrZEAD5WEEI/AAAAAAAADuU/XRSRm_meSBU/s400/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.23+PM+%25232.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Say hi to kitty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok bai. I'll come back soon. No promises though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll edit my first few hundred blog posts because they're eyesores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll add labels to my blog posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll reorganize my archives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll do whatever I want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Ooh, a post without any "wtf(s)". Oops, I just used it. HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-799512894259939935?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/799512894259939935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=799512894259939935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/799512894259939935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/799512894259939935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/le-vainass.html' title='Le vainass.'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8KXkd6Clj0/TrY_l-tR3zI/AAAAAAAADtU/yS0ifxLr7J4/s72-c/Photo+on+11-6-11+at+3.10+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-8894351432298454103</id><published>2011-11-04T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:17:26.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think thank thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage2.instagram.com/c716a47a05e811e19896123138142014_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://distilleryimage2.instagram.com/c716a47a05e811e19896123138142014_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Just a huge picture of myself to scare you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Time has been passing by really quickly lately. Actually, no, quickly and slowly at the same time. Sometimes I feel like it's really quick, sometimes I feel like it's really slow. I guess I'm just very messed up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking and it's just messing my head up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Out of boredom, I've decided to post up daily joys in life on Twitter daily. It reminds me that the littlest things actually might be the most important ones and makes me appreciate life a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But maybe a few seconds after that, gloominess looms over again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;AddMaths in approximately 4 days. Terror awaits. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;All the best to exam takers. Hopefully we'll all do well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-8894351432298454103?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/8894351432298454103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=8894351432298454103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/8894351432298454103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/8894351432298454103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/think-thank-thought.html' title='Think thank thought'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-1900054093592453212</id><published>2011-11-02T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:05:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hi. I'm using my brother's laptop, not so secretly, right now. He didn't put in on sleep, or anything. There was no password-protect thing or whatsoever, so I'm using it quite..... not sneakily. HAHA, does that even make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I think that the things I type make no sense, but others say that it makes sense, so if I really make no sense, don't blame me, blame them, they told me that what I type make sense so if they really don't make sense, I really don't know how. Ok wtf I think that really makes no sense now. Maybe you need to read that over and over and over again to understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Last night (okay, this morning, because it was around 1), Ho called because he was bored and I was really blur, "huh?"-ing and almost falling asleep to everything he said. HEHEHE. After approximately 30 minutes, he finally came to his senses and decided that it'd be best that I go to sleep. In case you're wondering, we were talking about History, prom, and Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One moment, he was talking about A.Maths, then the next, he was talking about D.Maths (and I thought he was still talking about A.Maths, so I was like HUH????") Yep, I'm that blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Note to all of you: If I start "huh?"-ing more than thrice, it means that I'm really blur and you should probably hang up or else it'd be a waste of credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Uh... Hi dad. Hi mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah....... My dad reads my blog.... Dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just realised that typing "dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot" makes some kind of beat on the keyboard. HAHA. I use my left ring finger to type the d, the right ring finger to type the o, the left index finger to type the t and the right index finger to type the space. Try doing it one by one, slowly, then gradually increasing in speed.... Got music right?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-hahahabimboticmoment-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Maths exams are just looming around the corner, ready to eat me up any time.. I'm hoping that it won't be that abysmal.. Let's all just pray for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Graduation is coming soon.. I wonder how I'll feel on that night. I'm not going to cry (I hope) because I don't want to look uglier in my pictures because I'm already ugly, HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There are a lot of things I'm looking forward to after O Level exams.. The party at CL's house, the graduation ceremony, starting in a new school, my "date" with Yao Yin, Sofiana and Ling Ling, my "date" with someone (HAHAHAHAHAHA me just kidding), sleepover with some people, and a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm like most excited for starting in a new school, I'm such a nerd. :B (You should know that I'm most excited for this because I've been incessantly talking about it for the past few posts)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Last night, I was in bed, listening to the raindrops on the rooftop. I like that mellow feeling. I felt worry-less, carefree and my mind was just problem-free. I don't know why. I should be worrying about a lot of things, like the upcoming papers, but I wasn't. I think that I'm a worrier, so I guess it was nice, that little break from worrying. (Now I'm back to worrying, wtf)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think that the littlest things in life are what matters most. The daily joys in life. *goes off to an imaginary place* Ah, bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I found this really nice analysis of Tetris somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Life is just like a Tetris game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apart from being a fine game, Tetris is also a perfect mirror of the human condition. For a while the game is entertaining, and we seem to have mastered it and are having fun. Then, something goes wrong — a rash mistake, or an unfulfilled wish, and we’re fighting to repair the damage, but we’ve been thrown off-balance, and everything is piling up. Blocks that were once orderly and harmonious are jumbled and filled with holes, and our cup is on the verge of running over. There’s always a point at which we stop planning for the future, and realize that we don’t have one — all we can do is cling to the present and concentrate, focus our minds on what it’s like to be alive, to play the game, before it’s all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You were waiting for a four-by-one block that never came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes we resist to the bitter end, moving blocks left and right without thought or care, just to hang on, and sometimes we accept the inevitable and pull the blocks down to us, smiling inwardly at the great joke. The rest is silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wonder where life will take me after I graduate. I wonder if I will change my perspective of things. (Sorry I make it sound as if I'm graduating from uni, when I'm actually just graduating from secondary school. Our school makes us feel like that ok. With all the togas, square-shaped hats and everything. We're going to have a (grand) graduation ceremony like we do every year, on the 20th of November, and yeah. It's not a bad thing, but I really feel as if I'm graduating from uni, not secondary school. HAHA)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can't wait to go off to college, to university, and off to work. I want to live independently. (Wtf talk until like I very pro like that. HAHA). I want to be able to do things without spending my parents' money. I want to feel like I'm actually useful. I want to make a contribution to the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And also, I want to travel around the world, wtf I've said this a billion times, so I better make it happen. I want to go to somewhere far, perhaps Europe or something, to all the countries with beautiful sceneries. Those quaint little towns with cobble streets. Going into some little antique shop, being fascinated by what those little shops have in store. Walking around town in a flowy, summer dress (or just T-shirts and jeans, whatever I feel more comfortable in), just taking in all the breathtaking views. Maybe with a novel in hand, with shades protecting my eyes from the scorching sunlight, and of course, lots and lots of sun block. Or maybe some place with snow when it's winter... Mmmm, bliss. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've been fantasising too much. Back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/927184242482741221-1900054093592453212?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/1900054093592453212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=1900054093592453212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/1900054093592453212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/1900054093592453212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/11/fantasies.html' title='Fantasies'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-2857157432022549390</id><published>2011-10-31T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:25:43.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parentheses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This blog post is filled with parentheses. Hence, the title: Parentheses. &lt;/b&gt;Oh my gosh, why am I so creative, huh? No la, I was just too blank to come up with anything at the end of this blog post, and since there was so many parentheses in this blog post, I decided to put it as the title. I don't know how to name my posts. I am really bad at naming things, I wonder what would happen to my future children's names.... I have to find a husband who is good in naming things, or just go on the Internet. HAHAHA. Kidding, I already have names in mind. O:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi. I spent a really long time trying to come on Blogger so you better appreciate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Also, I have my Biology Paper 3 exam paper tomorrow and I'm here blogging, so you must really appreciate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm also a very lazy person, so me actually getting my ass off my bed and coming out here to the computer table to blog is a very big thing, so you must really really appreciate this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just blogged 2 days ago (ok la, maybe it's 3, wtf, I dunno how to count), and I don't blog this much (at least not this year), so you must really really really appreciate this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm actually pushing my neurones to work really hard to type this blog post because I just came home from a very horrible Maths exam, so you must really really really really appreciate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm helping you waste some time, so you must really really really really really appreciate this. Ok wait, that doesn't count. I'm actually typing this while messaging people, so this is a challenge, so you must really really really really really appreciate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To be honest, I wanted to stop at 3 really(s), but I die die wanna type five really(s). So I came up with five really(s), so you really really really need to appreciate this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But then, if you hate my way of blogging or you hate me, then you won't appreciate it. But then again, if you hate me or my way of blogging, why are you here ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I dunno, right now I feel very chinese-ey and lacking of proper English so you better bear with me hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hehehe, kidding. I don't have proper English anyway, so whatever, hi people :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just came home from a horrible Maths exam. Dear D.Maths Paper 2, why were you so hard?? :( Ok, to be honest, it was doable. The whole world might hate me because I say that so OMG LA, DMATHS PAPER 2 WAS HORRIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What happened to staying true to yourself and saying what you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;HAHAHA. D.Maths Paper 2 was actually alright (But ever since I've been saying that and everyone is saying the total opposite, I've been trying to convince myself that D.Maths Paper 2 was shit. Because... WHAT IF I DON'T GET GOOD MARKS?? WTF. IF I SAY THAT IT'S OKAY AND THEN I DON'T GET GOOD MARKS.. IT MAKES NO SENSE RIGHT???)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay okay, now I seriously, very honestly, tell you. D.Maths Paper 2 was okay........ but really challenging. Who ever thought that 2 hours and 30 minutes would barely be enough? This is our longest paper, wtf, and there was barely enough time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You should have taken a look at my Twitter timeline....... Everyone cussing about the D.Maths Paper... and stuff... Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And I've been thinking, since D.Maths was this bad, what would A.Maths be like?!?!?! *shudders* I'm being very paranoid right now, lol, thinking about the worst possible outcomes but not typing it out because it's really stupid. Heehee. When was I ever not stupid anyway? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I told myself, I will study hardcore for A.Maths... but when do I ever listen to myself anyway?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am the person with the least willpower I know. I am the laziest person I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am amazed that I'm even here typing out a blog post. Maybe this is just my way of procrastinating to study for my Biology Paper 3 tomorrow since I really don't know what to study for Biology Paper 3 and among all the Paper 3s, Biology is my least favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm also astonished at the fact that I took 4 showers yesterday, albeit being the laziest person I know and staying at home all day yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, I took 4 showers yesterday even though I was at home the whole day. The first one was at about 1.30am, when I just came home from Aunty Yen's house. The second one was at about 6.30am (Don't ask me how I woke up at 6.30 when I slept at about 2+, I think it was guilt, wtf. After the shower I changed back into pyjamas and continued sleeping). The third one was at about noon, when I finally woke up and didn't go back to sleep. And the last one was at about 11.30pm when I felt too lazy to study for Maths.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not regretting for not studying that hard for Maths because even if I did, I don't think there'd be a difference. HAHAHA. I think my capability is until that point only, so study more also no use. I've already worked the limits of my capabilities. (Ok this is a lie. I can definitely do better, but what's done is done)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I love taking showers (Not that you asked or you need to know, I just feel like typing this). It's like pure joy =D I love hot showers especially. I cannot go without taking a shower (Actually if you really force me or if there's no water, I can la, but I'm just saying.. in normal circumstances!) Taking showers clears my mind... and I end up thinking more in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe if I'm lacking inspiration for papers I have to write in the future, I should go take a shower, then come up with my thesis and conclusion in the shower. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If I'll ever be a writer (never going to happen), I'll come up with an inspiration for my book in the shower. HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know who can go for days without taking a shower!!! Okay, maybe my brother, he hates showers, I don't know why. Speaking about my brother.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My brother asked me why I smell so good after taking a shower, and why he doesn't. I really don't know how to answer him... We share a bathroom and we use the same soap (HEHEHE CARRIE JUNIOR'S CHERRY BLOSSOM BODY WASH!!! Yes I use kids' body wash, I think they smell better, wtf, maybe it's just me who loves that smell) (Ok I'm a little lost among all the parentheses)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, my brother asked me how I smell so good, even though we use the same soap and the same bathroom. Maybe he's just doing it wrong... Although I really don't know how someone could go wrong taking a shower..... or using soap...... Or maybe it's just my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;La la la la la. I will pretend that I never said that, even if you have proof here, I'll just deny it when he asks me...... until he comes to my blog himself, but wtf there's no harm, I think....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(I hope I really smell good and that my brother isn't lying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm really excited to start IB in ISB. I know there would be a lot of stress, and I'll have a lot of catching up to do, but I just really can't wait for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This always happens to me, I'm always excited for a new school year, a new semester; in this case, a new school and a totally different education system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be taking English Language SL, Mandarin ab initio, ITGS SL, Maths HL, Physics HL and Chemistry HL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;People would call me crazy for taking Maths, Physics and Chemistry in HL...... I don't know how I'm going to catch up with all the work because I'm gonna be 3 months late. I don't know how I'm going to get used to the surroundings and the classes because I have no idea how it's like and I'm pretty sure it's not similar to how it's like in my current school...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know how long I will take to get ready for school since I won't be wearing an entire school uniform anymore. Must spend a lot of time picking out bottoms. HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;K I'm worrying too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I'm really really stoked to start IB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So far, I don't know who's taking English SL, Mandarin ab initio, ITGS SL and Chemistry HL with me, as late entry students. Let's hope that there'll be someone who are also taking those subjects as late entry students so I won't have to suffer alone. Muahahahah. It's okay, we share share the sufferings :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Right now, I'll talk about why I chose what I chose. (For my own reference, so maybe when I regret next time, I'll come back to read why. HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why IB? &lt;/b&gt;I already talked about it in my previous post. HAHA. And, ever since I could spell International Baccalaureate correctly, I knew I'm supposed to do IB. HAHAHA. Because before I was sure, I really couldn't spell "Baccalaureate" right :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group I Language A1: &lt;i&gt;English Language SL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My English skills isn't proficient enough to take HL, I guess. Furthermore, I can only take 3 subjects in HL, max. Also, Stefanie told me that HL students have this extra work and again, my English skills isn't wow-ing. The other option was English Literature, but since I have absolutely zero foundation on that, English Language it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After the assessment, Mr Holmes did recommend me to take English Language HL, but I don't think I can handle it.. Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group II Second Language: &lt;i&gt;Mandarin ab initio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I really don't want to do Malay again because I am horrible at it. I can't do French B because I have zero foundation in that. I'm not going to do Spanish ab initio because I don't think I am good enough to learn and master new language in a short span of 18 months (I took 238572035720852419479 years to learn Malay and I'm still not good at it). I'm not doing Mandarin B because I don't believe that my Mandarin skills is good enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, I know I have no skills whatsoever. I wish I was like my dad. He can speak English, Mandarin, Hokkien, Cantonese, Malay, Thai (very fluently.. he sounds like an authentic Thai, wtf), Japanese (I am not kidding), Korean (I am not kidding, but I don't know how fluent he is in this) and probably a few more dialects or languages that I don't know of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was told that I'm allowed to take &lt;i&gt;Mandarin ab initio&lt;/i&gt;, which is supposedly for beginners with zero knowledge of the language, because I've never taken any official Mandarin exams. Heehee. Yay me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was considering to take up Mandarin B but then, my Mandarin isn't good enough. HAHA. I'm afraid I would fail. -kiasu, kiasee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group III Individuals and Societies: &lt;i&gt;Information Technology in Global Society (ITGS) SL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This.. was the only group I had a lot of trouble deciding on =_= The options were Geography, History, ITGS or Business... Do you see my dilemma now? No?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The only subject I have a "stronger" foundation on is Business because I'm taking POA for O Levels, but I have absolutely zero interest in Business... So.. no Business for me. I only took POA because I didn't want to take Geography and Computer... or was it because of my friends' choices? But no regrets, POA is fun, although I have no intentions in doing anything related to business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was actually planning to take up Geography, but after the interview with Mr Savage, I decided that I shouldn't, because I really hated Geography back in lower secondary and everyone else has a stronger base than I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then came History, wanted to take it, but mum said I shouldn't. After much thought, I realised, I would go crazy memorising dates and facts and events and everything and I'm not sure where I could use History in my life, I don't intend to be a historian, a tour guide or a librarian or.. okay, I don't know what else needs History, I'm too lazy to check.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, I was left with ITGS. Ta-dah. I also don't have good foundation on this, so I don't know how I'm supposed to cope up, wtf. But I'll try my best. I believe I can fly.... I believe I can touch the sky... No, I believe I can do it :D Teehee. Since I am quite interested in technology .. stuffie.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I looked up online, there was also Psychology, Social &amp;amp; Cultural Anthropology and a lot of others. I wanted to do Psychology (I used to want to be a psychologist), but since ISB doesn't offer Psychology... nope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group IV Mathematics: &lt;i&gt;Maths HL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I looked up online, IB Maths HL was said to be of a higher level than that of A Levels' Further Mathematics....... I wanted to faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After the assessment, Mr Holmes suggested me to take Maths HL, and Teacher Koh recommended me to take Maths HL, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Those aren't the only reasons though, I looked up online and IB's Maths HL is required for most of the science-related courses in uni, and I really don't want to take up minor classes or whatever in uni to increase the workload and stress, so yep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group V Experimental Sciences: &lt;i&gt;Physics HL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I like Physics. Period. HAHA. The other options were Biology, Environmental Systems and Societies, and Design and Technology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Design and Technology was off my list because I have zero talent in anything which involves designing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Biology, I'd be crazy if I took up Biology in IB... I was considering, last year, but then Biology turned out to be crap for me. It's totally not my thing, so bye-bye Biology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Environmental Systems, wanted to do this so badly because I wanted to do Environmental Engineering........ but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Physics, it's a requirement for any engineering related courses in university. Eventhough Physics modules can be taken in the first semesters, I don't want to risk it. I love Physics anyway, so why not?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group VI The Arts: &lt;i&gt;Chemistry HL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know Chemistry isn't an art okay. HAHA. But it was in the options for Group VI, I assume it's because most of the other students who aren't taking the Arts (which is optional) opted to go for Chemistry.. so.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was tempted to take Music.. But you know how Chinese parents are :P And I'm not that good in music anyway, so yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Other options were Film, Theatre Arts, Visual Arts and Economics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Film: I have interests in this, but I don't think I'll be any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Theatre Arts: Zero talent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Visual Arts: Zero talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Economics: Zero interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, YAYYY. Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, now I'm done talking about my choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There are these three core requirements:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extended essay (EE). Candidates must write an independent research essay of up to 4,000 words[18] in a subject from the list of approved EE subjects.[19] The candidate may choose to investigate a topic within a subject they are currently studying, although this is not required.[19] The EE may not be written on an interdisciplinary topic.[19]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theory of knowledge (TOK). This course introduces students to theories about the nature and limitations of knowledge (basic epistemology) and provides practice in determining the meaning and validity of knowledge (critical thinking). It is claimed to be a "flagship element" of the Diploma Programme, and is the one course that all diploma candidates are required to take. TOK requires 100 hours of instruction, the completion of an externally assessed essay of 1,200–1,600 words (from a choice of ten titles prescribed by the IB), and an internally assessed presentation on the candidate's chosen topic.[20]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creativity, action, service (CAS). CAS aims to provide students with opportunities for personal growth, self-reflection, intellectual, physical and creative challenges, and awareness of themselves as responsible members of their communities[21] through participation in social or community work (service), athletics or other physical activities (action), and creative activities (creativity). The guideline for the minimum amount of CAS activity over the two-year Diploma programme is approximately 3–4 hours per week, though "hour counting” is not encouraged.[21]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Source: Wikipedia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I went through Jennifer's TOK file the other day and I went "?????" "@_____@", I don't know how I'm going to survive. HAHA. But I believe, if I work hard, I'll be able to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-High hopes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-High expectations-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Determination-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. I should really study for Biology now before I regret to the utmost extent and rant about it incessantly on Twitter for an umpteenth amount of times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And again, best of luck to all those taking exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/927184242482741221-2857157432022549390?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/2857157432022549390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=2857157432022549390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/2857157432022549390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/2857157432022549390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/10/parentheses.html' title='Parentheses'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-4802825386749298530</id><published>2011-10-28T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:08:23.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incertitudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's 3.00PM on a Friday afternoon and I'm sitting here, wasting my precious time away. Time which I could've used to study but I'm a very indolent person so I'm going to blog because I feel like it. I will definitely regret to the utmost degree, but whatever. I feel like I've done enough studying even though I haven't even touched my books since my D.Maths exam yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We have a 3 days break before our D.Maths Paper 2 and I really should study for it because I have a bad feeling about it. If I don't study I will not be able to do good in the exam, if I don't do good in the exam, I will fail, if I fail, I will hate myself and my parents will scold me. If I begin hating myself and if my parents scold me, I will just start being emo and start cutting and that will eventually lead to committing suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just kidding. HAHAHA! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;study, so I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, so I will not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;cry and hate myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(Unless I really don't study and won't do well, wtf why am I cursing myself?!), so I will not be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;commit suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Like seriously, committing suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. So if you've ever thought of committing suicide, smack yourself in the head right now. Right now. Right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My bad feeling about the exam? It's nothing new. I always feel bad about exams. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;have a bad feeling about exams. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;get paranoid before exams. HAHA. I'd have the stupidest thoughts "Omg what if suddenly my brain becomes blank and I don't know what to write?" "Omg what if I study for the wrong things?!?!" "Omg what if I lose my IC?!?!" "Omg what if I sit for the wrong paper?!??" "Omg what if I'm late for the exam?!" "Omg what if I completely miss an exam?!?!" "Omg what if an alien abducts me when I'm on my way to school?" "Omg what if I fall into the drain on my way to school?" "Omg what if someone kidnaps me??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I do have those thoughts. HAHA. Except for the last three, I just simply made those up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have those times when after sitting for an exam, and handing in my paper. I suddenly worry about whether or not I've written my name right (I've ever written someone's name on my test paper before... Seriously. HAHAHA), whether I've written the right index number, whether I've written the correct answers, whether I've completed the whole paper or not.. Yup. A few days ago, after I had my Malay Paper 2, I was wondering if I wrote the "subject/paper number" correctly or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We're supposed to write the subject and the paper number in front of the answer booklet, and I'm worried that I might've written "Bahasa Melayu Paper 2, 1201/01" instead of "Bahasa Melayu Paper 2, 1201/02". I have no idea on what I wrote, so hopefully, I wrote it correctly. HAHA. Or else, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am doomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wasn't intending to type all these things about the exams as I've already been talking about exams for the past few posts but I got carried away, hehe. Now, I don't really remember what I was intending to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;MY LEFT EYE KEEPS TWITCHING!!!! OMG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's annoying the crap out of me. It has been twitching since this morning :( Is this a sign that something bad is happening or is this a sign that something good is happening or WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've gotten 10 hours of sleep, so I don't think it's the lack of sleep. Maybe it's because I slept too much. HAHA. My sleeping time is still messed up and I haven't fixed it up yet. Two days ago, I told myself that I would sleep early because I was to sit for a Maths paper the next day and I need a lot of sleep to be able to focus properly and whatnot....... But I ended up sleeping at 1AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Time has been passing really quickly lately, October is already coming to an end, and it feels like it was just days ago when I sat for my first O Level paper. I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only one who feels as if time is passing really quickly, because the other day, Ng said to me, "Sheena, I feel like this year passed by really quickly, don't you feel like that too?" Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of Ng.. Ng, Charlene and I were randomly singing Chinese New Year songs before our exams. HAHA. POA Paper 2, I think. People were studying and we were like "Guo xin nian, zhu xin nian, xin nian dao nian nian nian" I'm not sure of the lyrics, I just simply anyhow sing. HEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, we're that messed up, it ain't even Christmas and we're already singing Chinese New Year songs! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lately, all I've been doing is.. eat, sleep, study, tweet, watch movies; yeah that's pretty much it. I feel like I could be doing things which are more useful, actually doing something productive. Like.. studying? But I'm a really lazy person, and like I've said before, I can only study when it comes to the last minute. Hopefully, that won't happen for A.Maths, because right now, I am really clueless on A.Maths. I don't know what to do anymore, wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Days have been passing by really quickly, wake up, shower, study, go sit for the exam, go home, rest, shower, eat dinner, study... and the whole process repeats over and over again. Except for days when I have a few days break before an exams. During those days, it'd be.. wake up, shower, watch TV, waste time, eat, play piano, waste time, waste time, waste time, waste time, waste time, waste time, eat, waste time waste time, waste time, waste time, waste time, sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've been wasting so much time that I'm feeling guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I can't really help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In exactly three weeks, at this time (3.30PM), I'd be going "OMG YAYYYYYY". In exactly three weeks, I'd be sitting for my last O Level paper, the last Biology paper I'll ever sit for in my life (unless I decide to take up Biology as a minor in uni, but that's highly unlikely). In 23 days, I'd be graduating. That night (I'm assuming that our graduation will be at night because it was last year), would be a night filled with melancholy and felicity; both at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know what I'd be feeling.. Joyous because I'm finally done with high school and that I'm finally graduating, or&amp;nbsp;infelicitous because I'll be leaving the school I've been studying in for 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe it'd be a night with mixed feelings for me.. It would be the last night my schoolmates and I would be spending together as SMSS students, and we're all going our separate ways next year. I'll definitely miss all the times we've spent together, especially the times with my fellow Year 11C classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think that they're the best classmates I can ever get. Without a fail, they'd bring smiles to my face. They can easily tell when I'm sad (I dunno why, wtf, am I that easily "read"? HAHA). We're known to be the "nerdy" class. HAHA. No, don't you dare deny that, all 25 of you :P There are 26 in my class, including myself, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to write that in the class tribute thing for the school magazine so badly.. But I think it'd be a bad idea :P My classmates might hate me for that. HEHEHE. But it's true! We're known to be the nerdy class. HAHA. The ones who don't know how to have fun... We know how to have fun ok. Nerds have fun too. :P Whatever, others don't need to know, all that matters is that we know that we know how to have fun. HAHAHA. Right right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In my point of view, my class is like one big happy family. Like.. we have these really strong bonds. I don't know how to explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, but you know the feeling.. when you're really close to people, and then you have that connection? Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's like I'm typing another class tribute for my class here. HAHHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltrmm4689K1qan420o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltrmm4689K1qan420o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Year 11C '2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Not the best picture of us (and it's a blurry picture... HAHAHA), but it's us, as a whole, with our class teacher :) There were eyes looking somewhere else, closed eyes, and whatnot. It's not really visible in this picture since it's blur, but yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What Year 11C is, cannot be fully described with words. Although it was very awkward on the first day of school last year, everyone in their own cliques based on their interests, we slowly mingled and everyone got closer. In a short span of 2 years, we became pretty much inseparable and our “bonds” are strong and irreplaceable. We’ve learnt a lot from each other and we’ve grown pretty close to each other; especially after the talent show; when we spent hours after hours relentlessly practicing for the talent show, doing the best we can. The hard work was worth it, all of us grew closer. :)) &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Despite the differences between all of us; be it nationalities, religions, races or opinions, each and everyone of us in Year 11C is like a part of one big happy family. Year 11C IS one big happy family. Sure, we might not agree on everything but that’s how families are, right? We’ve had our ups and our downs, but that’s also typical, don’t you think? After all the dissonance, at the end of the day, we’ll still stand united. We’ll always have each others’ backs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Our class is filled with students full of energy. When there aren’t any teachers in class, there might be a pin-drop silence for a few seconds, but the next second, someone would suddenly burst into laughter or start up a random conversation, then the class will start being “noisy” again. The class is usually filled with joy and laughter; rarely with gloominess of any sort. There is hardly ever a dull moment in class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To us, Year 11C will always be the best class. We’ve gone through a lot together and these last 2 years of high school will most probably be the most unforgettable years in our lives. Most of us might be separated next year. Eventhough we’re going to be physically apart, we’ll still be “mentally” or “virtually” close to each other. And we will most definitely miss each other. One day, we’ll think back to these times and have a good laugh about it, I’m sure of that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh my goodness, this is one long, sappy post :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll miss walking to school everyday. I'll miss the fun times in class. I'll miss.. everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Our school might not have the best facilities, or anything, but yeah. It's still our school and you can't deny the fact that you've had great times in SMSS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Ok I don't know what to type now-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In exactly 24 days, I'll be in a new school. (Yes 24 days, a day after graduation, 3 days after O level exams, 21st November 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A whole new school, with a totally different environment. Maybe it won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;strange for me as I used to go there every week to pick my brother up and I'm quite used to the surroundings, but I guess studying there would be a totally different thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to be a late-entry student, so I've been worrying a lot. What if I end up in class with nothing but my bag, a few papers and a pencil case? Teachers would be talking about things that I have completely no idea about. People would have their own friends and everything, and I'll be there, all alone. Lost, because I don't know what to do or where to go. Lonely, because I don't know anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't been given any list of things to buy or bring or whatever. So I guess I'm just bringing my bag, my bottle, my pencil case and my books. Wouldn't it be weird if you just stand there going all, "Umm, okay, I don't know what to do right now and I don't have my books." ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I heard that IB is pretty tough (Shawn encouraged me to take it... He said that I was made for IB, wtf, because I've been coping up with stress all these years and I'm still surviving, wtf.) but I'm up for it. This is my choice, I wanted to do IB, and I'm going to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know why but taking A Levels seem weird to me. It just feels wrong. Doing IB feels right, so I'm doing it. My decision, my choice, I have to live with it. Hopefully I'll be able to cope up with all the school work, albeit being three months late for school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've already gotten someone to accompany on the first day of school. Just so that we both won't feel lost. HAHAHA. I hope she can put up with my lameness, weirdness and boringness :P We're not taking the same subjects, except for Physics and Maths, I think, so I don't know, I just want someone to accompany me because I don't know where to go on the first day of school, wtf. I also don't know who else will be coming as a late-entry student so yep. Heeheeeeee, Regina is going to be my companion for the first day of school :D Yayy. I don't really know her (I've just stumbled upon her blog and read her blog and wtf I'm like a stalker), but hopefully I'll get to know her well :P I've already asked her to accompany me because I'm a loser who is scared of being alone. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let's hope all goes well! :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm stoked to start IB. BRING IT ON, STRESS. HAHAHA. Just kidding. My hair is already falling out because of stress (I am serious). I'm afraid that I'll go bald one day. HAHA. Maybe it's not stress which is causing my hair to fall out, but it's falling out at a crazy rate T_T. Every time I brush my hair, there would be at least 5 strands of hair stuck on the brush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I didn't comb my hair or anything after I've sort of dried it after washing it.. I just lied down in bed and wasted my time watching TV, and when I looked in the mirror before typing this post, I looked like a mad woman. I had tousled bed-hair and I just looked.. like a lion. Yeah. A mad woman and a lion; a mad lioness. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I regret cutting my fringe. I can't stand looking at it and every time I see it, I just clip it up. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cut my fringe till this length again. I hope I'll stick to my words... The last time I straightened my hair, I said that I wouldn't straighten it again, and look what I did, and look what happened to my hair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pfft, regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I hope my fringe will grow longer quickly and I'll find the right shampoo and conditioner and whatnot and have awesome hair again. Okay? Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna show you guys something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 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center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUICA3tZBIc/Tqplt8fpJMI/AAAAAAAADtM/RTSz2JgOcuk/s1600/gradphoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUICA3tZBIc/Tqplt8fpJMI/AAAAAAAADtM/RTSz2JgOcuk/s400/gradphoto.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's me in a toga!! HAHA My smile looks so fake, not genuine at all. But whatever, it's me in a toga, again! Wheeee. Maybe I should post up my Primary 6 graduation photo too, then you can make a comparison! Naaaah, I won't :P Or maybe I will, I'll think about it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've been feeling really insecure lately and I've been having second thoughts on almost everything. I even had second thoughts on whether or not I should charge my phone. Second thoughts are dangerous, dangerous things. Pfft. Sometimes it leads to missing out on a good chance for something, sometimes it leads to bad decisions, but sometimes, it leads to something good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think that I type posts which are way too lengthy. Once I start typing, I can't stop. I just go on and on and on until I eventually run out of things to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have this question which has been beleaguering my thoughts in my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When people read my blog, do they feel like they really know me from inside out? Do they feel like they know me in person? Am I like an open book which is easily read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can't really tell myself, after all, it's my own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I type whatever is in my mind and I just blurt it all out here. I don't know how many of you actually bother reading my lengthy posts about boring things. I don't know how many of you here actually know me in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I should stop blogging about personal things, and just blog about things in general. I don't want to be too open about everything, but I really like sharing. Maybe I should just private my blog, or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't exactly blurt out on everything here though. I keep some things to myself, but it's not much. Those things are usually just melancholic thoughts and some things I wouldn't like to share with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Agh, I don't know what I'm trying to say here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Right, do you feel as if you really know me, just by reading my blog posts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do you think that you can tell what type of a person I am, just by reading what I type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To be honest, I sometimes do feel as if I know a blogger personally if I usually read his/her posts. I don't know how you guys feel about my blog posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't even know if there are even blog readers existent here because my blog counter thing on top has stopped working, and I can't be bothered to fix it. Plus, people hardly even leave comments, be it on the comments section or on my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You know, there was once when I was in a saloon and someone actually asked me if I owned a blog? She told me that I looked really familiar, and asked me if I was Sheena. HAHAHA. It was..... interesting. Knowing that strangers recognise me, wtf. But sometimes, I just think that I'm being too open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;GAH I don't know!! But that's what I've always wanted. I wanted to be recognised because of my blogging, wtf. (Yes I have big dreams, shut up. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I just have doubts. People may or may not judge me purely through my blogging. People who barely know me would feel as if they've known me for ages. But, is that really a prejudicial thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;HEY, being open is also a good thing, right?! :D I have nothing to hide, so there. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, I wanted to be a famous blogger. I still do. I have big big big big dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hi, there's this thing called Nuffnang Blog Awards, and you can nominate me/vote for me if you want to. Wtf. (I'm just kidding, really, HAHA) You can see that banner thing on the header of this blog, it's an advert for the Nuffnang Blog Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You can go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://awards.nuffnang.com/2011/nominate/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to nominate your favourite bloggers (up till November 1st, I think!) and vote for them starting on November 2nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;HAHAHA. I stand no chance against famous bloggers and I don't have a category I belong to, I'm just merely sharing this to advertise Nuffnang Blog Awards because Nuffnang is awesome and I love Nuffnang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, before I continue typing a whole lot of rubbish which makes no sense at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Good bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All the best to everyone taking exams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll try to keep my blog posts shorter, so that typing and/or reading it wouldn't be as time-consuming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Love, Sheena.&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/927184242482741221-4802825386749298530?l=sheenananawee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/feeds/4802825386749298530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=927184242482741221&amp;postID=4802825386749298530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/4802825386749298530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/927184242482741221/posts/default/4802825386749298530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/10/incertitudes.html' title='Incertitudes'/><author><name>Sheena Wee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401293756554356805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN3OIOcJegw/TtJ_NJ0ml4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/dOGclGwVe7o/s220/%2528%253B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUICA3tZBIc/Tqplt8fpJMI/AAAAAAAADtM/RTSz2JgOcuk/s72-c/gradphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-927184242482741221.post-2960187684329326848</id><published>2011-10-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:44:26.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep dreaming (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am super frustrated right now because my Ping Count is crazily high T_T It's about ~559ms and at times it goes up till a crazy 1083ms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Also, my Windows Live Messenger seems to be having problems. So much hate. That happened to me before and I just totally couldn't use my Windows Live Messenger again until I reformatted my computer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aB0ppaIxRMw/TqKT9wvlNdI/AAAAAAAADsw/jJRr4ZccFy0/s1600/Y+LYK+DIS.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aB0ppaIxRMw/TqKT9wvlNdI/AAAAAAAADsw/jJRr4ZccFy0/s640/Y+LYK+DIS.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I'm a sad person who doesn't have friends online :P HAHAAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ANYONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS??? HELP ME PLEASE T_T&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Just comment on this post, or leave something on my tag board or tweet me or whatever. I'm desperate. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But after reformatting my computer, it became crap. Ever since the day my computer came back from reformatting, my Internet connection has been really screwy. It's either my computer which has problems or my Internet connection decided to coincidentally become crappy on that day..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think both of them have problems, lol. Every single computer in this house works fine except for mine...... Must. Get. A. New. Laptop. After. O. Levels. I've been saving up, so all's good!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;... My PC just died and I'm currently secretly using my brother's laptop to type this. Heehee. If he found out that I've been using his laptop, I am screwed. That lucky boy got a new laptop from my godparents for his birthday... He got an iPad 2 AND a laptop. Pffft. He's probably out playing basketball or just loitering around the neighbourhood right now, so I get to use his laptop without him knowing... Provided that I delete the history (A) I am such a sneaky sister. Muahahz. Okay, I'm not sneaky... He found out the last time I used his laptop and that was the very first time I used it!.... I don't know if it was a coincidence or what.. My PC died right after I complained about it.. Actually, it didn't really die, the Internet connection on it just died, and yea.. Pfft.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I. Really. Can't. Wait. To. Get. A. New. Laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Did your mind pause in between each word while reading that sentence? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If I got my laptop now, I'd just glue my eyes on the laptop all day.. So it's a bad idea... Okay wait, it doesn't make any difference, I'm not even studying right now. After those crazy papers, I started slacking off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I really shouldn't be, but I feel as if I'm on holidays right now. I haven't touched my POA books at home, and my POA Paper 2 is on Monday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I had 3 hours of POA tuition yesterday, and also 3 hours of POA tuition today... So..... yeah. No, I don't feel ready for the exam. There are so many theory questions... and I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;theory questions, just for POA though. The calculations are much much much easier :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We had our very last POA tuition today :( I am surely going to miss having tuition with Christy and Carrie; talking about random things in life, gossiping, planning things... Everything T_T Can't wait till after O's so we can hang out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As we were descending from the stairs from tuition just now, we walked slowly, reminiscing our memories.... HAHAHAHA. Okay I'm just kidding. Christy practically ran down, Carrie and I were talking about something... *wink wink* but it had nothing to do with the memories in tuition. HAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Carrie and I were still on the 6th floor when we couldn't see or hear Christy running down the stairs anymore, I looked down and saw someone sitting on the stairs on the ground floor and I thought it was Christy, and I went: OMG CHRISTY. SO FAST??!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then we realised.. it wasn't Christy, it was Josephine. HAHA :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We found Christy sitting by the stairs on the 4th floor though!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Heehehe. The last two POA tuition classes were enjoyable.. In a way.. 3 hours of POA is a big no-no though. I no like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, Carrie and I were being super lame.. It's partially my fault that she was really lame yesterday. Partially, because I believe that she's naturally half lame ;) I'm naturally super lame. HEHEHE. Under influence of Sheena Wee, she became super lame. Woo. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My hair was in a drastic state yesterday, Carrie said that I looked like I came out from a horror film! =_= She was just being "frank and outspoken"... :P She said that I reminded her of the character in the Japanese version (or something) of The Grudge T_T The one with a train...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thank goodness I didn't have a nightmare last night after she told me about that, hahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;... Oh my. I hear my brother. I can hear him because whenever he comes home, he makes a lot of noise. Yep. Ok, I'm gonna close this, delete history, and pretend that I never touched his laptop and go ask him if I can use his laptop... Heeheee. I am such a nice sister, aren't I?..&amp;nbsp;Okay, he said yes, something is definitely wrong with him right now, but whatever. I get to use his laptop. Hehe ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But anyway, back to what I was saying!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Right, my hair was in a drastic condition. It was horrible, &lt;b&gt;horrible &lt;/b&gt;I tell you. After I got a haircut and straightened my hair the other day, it became really damaged. It doesn't even really look straightened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, Carrie said that the cause of my horrible hair condition was because of the rain, maybe it was acidic =_= I got drenched in the rain the night before because I went to throw out rubbish and to lock the gates.. Thence, I took a really long shower at midnight and my hair turned out being really soft, smooth, tangle-free and really sweet-smelling :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then I used the Hua Ho Bonus Air Cooler thing to dry my hair because I was super lazy and didn't want to use the hair dryer. Lolol I am really a lazyass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I told Carrie that my hair was in &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;condition when I went to bed, and you know what she said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"You know, the rain might be acidic right, and it acted as a conditioner, so your hair was soft and tangle-free lo! Then you used the cooler thing and some reaction occurred and something happened. Then when you went to bed, the dust particles from your pillow reacted with all the stuff on your head, and tadah, you get this hair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was like =___________________=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Christy didn't engage much in that conversation because she was down, I think that it somehow affected me and I was super duper down last night... Or maybe that was because of something else... I really don't know. I was super duper blue last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm all good now though! Not that any one of you asked.. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Also, Mdm Ho showed us a picture of her baby granddaughter! She looked so happy and proud when she showed it to us :') She sticks her granddaughter's picture on her fridge! We (Carrie and I) are &lt;i&gt;sooooo&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;going to ask our parents to stick our future child's pictures on their fridges! HAHAHA. When we were talking about it, it was so funny wtf. We were like: Later our parents ask if we're siao or something HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But srsly, Mdm Ho looked so so so so so so so so so proud when she showed us the picture :') Like "HEHEHEHE. Look, I have a granddaughter. HEHEHEHE" So cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think that Mdm Ho and Mr Lee are the cutest couple. HEHEHE. Carrie agrees with me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't really remember what other lame things happened yesterday because I have horrible horrible memory. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;---- Something just happened. My brother is such an incessant annoying little twerp. Hate how he can always make such a small thing into a really really big thing----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hi! Let's move on to today!&amp;nbsp;Tuition was really cold... I just noticed that teacher has two air-conditioners for the living room.. Meh, it was cooold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Christy was less down today! -- agreed by Carrie and I ;) HAHAHA. So... there I was, doing my work (ahem texting ahem), and then suddenly Christy was staring at me with a really really weird expression.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;... And well let's see what happened.... I don't remember much but she just keeps looking me with this "look of hatred" or jealousy or envy or hhehehe, wo bu zhi dao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Something happened.... I did something... Hehehe. And when I came back, Christy wanted to chuck her pencil at me... And then when I showed her something, she THREW her ERASER at me. Like BAM, straight at me. But it missed, bounced off the sliding door behind me and disappeared. HAHA. Took me quite some time to find it... :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was like "OMG need so kua zhang ma? You threw an eraser at me!! :(" then Carrie was like "Yea loo. Ni biao mian shang kan qi lai ni hen ai ta, ke shi yuan lai ni shi na me bu xi huan ta de ah?" which basically means "You look as if you really love her but then in reality, you really don't like her one ah?" HAHAHA. Then you know what Christy said? "It was an accident", and her face went red. HAHAHA, got this type of accident one ah? :P How can an eraser just slip off her fingers like that and had sooo much energy? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;HEHEHE. She is so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And today, Carrie did something. She confessed her love to me :') She told me that she loves me. HAHAHA. BIGGEST REGRET OF HER LIFE. She was like "EW why did I even say that?" right after she said that. HAHAHA. And she did the projectile vomit thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's sorta sad that it's the last day of tuition. I'm gonna miss it so much. (I know I've said this before, but what the heck. I do not care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I spent so long trying to load&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.com/"&gt;Audrey's&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;Cheesie's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.sg/"&gt;Xiaxue's&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://qiuqiu.sg/"&gt;QiuQiu's&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sweatlee.com/"&gt;Suet Li's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://typicalben.blogspot.com/"&gt;TypicalBen's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blogs just now T_T Screwy internet connection, pfft. Yes, I read all of their blogs at the same time. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I remember, the first time I stumbled upon Cheesie's blog, I kept on reading all her older posts, I think I spent about 5 hours scrolling through her blog post? Hahah. Then I tweeted about it, and she replied!! I was thrilled. LOL. She also retweeted my tweet!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsyAbxjbZe8/TqK2XY9Cu0I/AAAAAAAADs4/XsB5dnv7wQ0/s1600/omfgomfgomfg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsyAbxjbZe8/TqK2XY9Cu0I/AAAAAAAADs4/XsB5dnv7wQ0/s640/omfgomfgomfg.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was a REALLY long time ago. HAHAHA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Probably last year.. :P Judging from the looks of my screenshot, and I was still using Mozilla Firefox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And there's that dock thing, and there's PPS, and yep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Xiaxue was the FIRST celebrity who replied my tweet ^_^ Awesome, no? I remember I almost flew when I saw her reply, haha! And I took a screenshot... somewhere. I have no idea on where it is. It took me 5 minutes to find the Cheesie screen shot. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The other day, I posted a screenshot on Instagram, and tagged them, and I got replies from them.. HEHEHEHE. It's very cool ok. Or maybe I'm just super sakai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr92fixSFI1qan420o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr92fixSFI1qan420o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This was the screenshot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JoGcqEZ_O-E/TqK76WWN0zI/AAAAAAAADtA/OoeTrgE09Yo/s1600/REPLIESSSS.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JoGcqEZ_O-E/TqK76WWN0zI/AAAAAAAADtA/OoeTrgE09Yo/s640/REPLIESSSS.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;THESE WERE THE REPLIES!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;QiuQiu replied too, saying that her picture wasn't loaded properly yet, but I didn't take a screenshot of that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Haha, yes, there was one day, my brother was reading while walking around the neighbourhood and a bird pooped on his book. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Strike 4D also not that zhun :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I did a lot of thinking yesterday, and I realised how stupid I was. How stupid I was to fall for you, for all your lies, all your misleading gestures, all those sweet things you said. Everything was a lie. Everysingle&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;thingwasalie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I cannot believe that I fell for that nincompoop. I feel so used. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But what happened, happened. I can't change the past, I can't change anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If I have the chance to go back, I would DEFINITELY not say yes. That probably would've changed a lot of things, and I most probably would've been a happier person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Because of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, I started looking at things in a very different way. You made me lose hope in things. You made me miserable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, and the middle one is for you :D Okay, I'm just kidding. None of my fingers are for you. I would like to keep them all to myself, thank you very much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've never really gotten a chance to say these, so there. You've hurt me way too much. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Just so you know, I've moved on, long ago, months ago. Stop thinking that I still have feelings of any sort for you. If I had a delete button, I would definitely delete you out of my life. Here I am, saying it, I do not want to have anything to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I'm a cruel person for moving on so quickly. I just didn't want to be sad. I was really sick of being sad. So I tried to be as happy as I could. Pretending to be happy and cheerful, and ended up being really &lt;i&gt;genuinely&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;happy and cheerful :) [It's actually mostly because of one particular person though, thanks for being there for me. Heeeeh]&amp;nbsp;My cruel-o-meter increased because I moved on quickly...? Because I was supposed to be mourning and being sad and miserable for an indefinite amount of time? Thanks but no thanks. I've had enough. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for being a little part of my life though. I don't really appreciate it, after knowing what you've done, after seeing your true colours. But whatever. I shouldn't be affected by it since it's already been a few months. I didn't want people discriminating you, so I kept all those shit to myself, now, I can't be bothered. I'd tell everyone everything and anything. I don't care if people discriminate you. I don't care if you get mad. I don't care if you hate me. Because to be frank, I really really can't be bothered and I can't wait to have you out of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh my gosh. I am such a cruel person. I hate myself right now. I can't believe I said that. But you have no freaking idea on what that person did to me, you don't know the story, you don't have the rights to judge (;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is the thing with me, I cannot stand being cruel to people. HAHA. I'd immediately feel guilty and go "ADFAJLSDFHAFLJSAHFJASFHASLJFHAUOWETA" but this time, NO, I really needed to blurt that out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Don't worry, I am completely sane. It was fun typing those HAHAHAHAHA(s)! They decrease in size :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NO MORE BAHASA MELAYU TO WORRY ABOUT!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(except maybe the results...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But YAYYY, I'm done with Bahasa Melayu :D After like 8236528523812719426197561952 years of studying it, I am still horrible in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It is such a hard language to perfect. For me, at least.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now to a totally random thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You know, I've always wanted to be a celebrity blogger? A famous blogger, yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It seems like a really fun thing to do. I'd like to be a famous blogger, and have another awesome job at the same time. That dream, of being a famous blogger, is &lt;i&gt;really really really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;far from reality. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I would love to earn money from something I love doing, and yes, I mean blogging. Although it takes up time (I've been typing this post since 6PM.. and it's currently 9.21PM), it's something I really love doing. I like typing out useless rubbish for people to read. It's actually more of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;way of making myself feel better. I really like talking to people, and I also like sharing stories with others, so yeah, blogging is the thing I do. I can't just call someone and spend hours talking to them about my life and my daily happenings, can I?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, maybe I can, I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, last night. But I don't think I can keep up with the unbelievably high phone bill (Brunei has the most expensive phone call rates I know of wtf) and I don't think a person would want to suffer by listening to me talk crap (Sorry for wasting your time, Sotong. HEHEE).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So I resort to blogging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;People can just not read my blog if they don't like reading about things I type.. I can't say I don't care because I kinda sorta do.. (What!! It's nice seeing that there are people viewing your blog ok!!) I just love sharing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thanks to Nuffnang and ChurpChurp, I can earn money by blogging and tweeting. How awesome is that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Go check 'em out! I don't get any "commission" from advertising for ChurpChurp now because that campaign is already over. HAHAH. I remember having one short post about joining ChurpChurp once [&lt;a href="http://sheenananawee.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-churpchurp.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;] and people actually asked me if it was real! It's freaking real ok :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I've also had another dream, and that is to travel around the world. Or go on a cruise :D That would be really nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CocmO9nPQC8/TfxLk_-7SoI/AAAAAAAADfs/sE4DEGpD6C0/s1600/mmm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="548" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CocmO9nPQC8/TfxLk_-7SoI/AAAAAAAADfs/sE4DEGpD6C0/s640/mmm.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture has appeared on my blog quite a number of times. :P Hehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Well, I don't necessarily have to go to every part of the world, but it would be nice to travel around :) France, UK, Korea, Japan, USA, Dubai, New Zealand, Australia, those really really beautiful countries with beautiful beautiful sceneries. Those beautiful islands (Bora Bora Island!!!! OMG!!!) with really relaxing resorts. Oh my gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Go to places I've never been to, be a &lt;i&gt;sakai&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;person, take lots of pictures, experience the cultures in different countries, see how other countries are like ... That would be SO NICE. I will keep dreaming. I will make &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&amp;n
