<?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-29827760010704538</id><updated>2011-09-29T01:23:14.168+08:00</updated><category term='bleargh'/><category term='pissed off'/><category term='technology fails'/><title type='text'>Chien Yee 391</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-2078731764800827843</id><published>2010-12-31T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:26:48.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fields and Further Mechanics</title><content type='html'>2011 is approaching at such a fast rate. It seems like only yesterday that I arrived in England. I still vividly remember screaming with my friends every time I crossed the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was a roller coaster ride for me. It was so full of ups and downs that it was... well, unbelievable. Here's a summary of each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - Exams and the great Snowpocalypse. Had fun building igloos!&lt;br /&gt;February - Saw Utada Hikaru, live! Toured the Oxbridge campuses :) Decided that Oxford wasn't as lovely lol&lt;br /&gt;March - Went to Brunei Night. Had loadsa laughs :D&lt;br /&gt;April - Went punting in Cambridge! We went down the 3rd Class lane! :(&lt;br /&gt;May - Went to Lady Gaga's concert!&lt;br /&gt;June - Finished with AS exams and took a plane home. Went to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;July - Went for work attachment at Katok. Teaching was a nightmare, but I got to meet with HM and took pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;August - Started driving lessons.&lt;br /&gt;September - Got my driving license at 19yr1dy. Went back to UK. Met Juniors!&lt;br /&gt;October - Sent off Personal Statement. Went to Thorpe Park :D&lt;br /&gt;November - Halloween party! Beginning of university interviews.&lt;br /&gt;December - Interviews, Interviews, Interviews. Christmas Dinner, holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're at December. What did I take out with me from 2010? Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love singing and acting and hence I joined Evita.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love dancing and hence I joined Marie and Elspeth's Dance Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not capable of keeping my room tidy every day. I am only capable of keeping it tidy every week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know that people in school are wonderful. My Physics teacher might love female physicists, nonetheless I really appreciate her effort in giving me private tutorials just so that I won't drop Physics (when I was under a lot of UCAS stress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learnt that living independently is much more awesome than living with others. And I love cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also know that I'm still slacking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Currently I'm stuck learning Physics. My brain refuses to advance forward of Simple Harmonic Motion. I'm OK with the mechanics bit of Physics, but when it comes to theory I tend to go downhill. I love calculations but not theory. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/TRzbi6CibJI/AAAAAAAAAII/az1CUGqjHOw/s640/P1010474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also managed to survive an entire term and not know how to do all my mathematics properly. Mechanics is confusing me but past year questions are easy. The work in the textbook is almost hellish to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core Maths is interesting. I hate differentiation and integration with a passion yet I can still solve it. After going to Maths Inspiration, I actually understood the use of Circular Motion and actually loved Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess there's a distinct overlap there. I never quite made that link. But it's OK, at least it re-ignited my passion for Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with a toast to the upcoming 2011, and let's hope my life will be more drama-free from now onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-2078731764800827843?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2078731764800827843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=2078731764800827843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2078731764800827843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2078731764800827843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2010/12/fields-and-further-mechanics.html' title='Fields and Further Mechanics'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/TRzbi6CibJI/AAAAAAAAAII/az1CUGqjHOw/s72-c/P1010474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8328349073584333426</id><published>2010-06-05T10:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:28:50.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Junior!</title><content type='html'>I shall now give you my dose of current photo addictions, simply because I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior's  4th Album, Bonamana is out ♥ I'm highly addicted to the songs Minna and Nappeon Yeoja. I love love love the lyrics for both songs as well as their translations. If you've the time, please Youtube it :D It's definitely worth watching :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/TAmyNcK-SFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KEs6_gG2Zy8/s1600/1274291975_20.jpg" alt="Ryeowook, Donghae, Sungmin" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo above is from Super Junior's performance on 19th May, 2010. Sung Min has lost a lot of weight, while Dong Hae just looks hotter than ever :D I love their new haircuts, it really suits them, particularly Sungmin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/TAmzA3j-U5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1MYwkCVLOrg/s1600/1275527052_15.jpg" alt="He's laughing!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Hae is laughing :D Maybe because Teukie was &lt;a href="http://blogfile.paran.com/BLOG_697604/201006/1275527052_13.jpg"&gt;doing something funny&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/TAmyqBN2IqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ocTpkXAnbUY/s1600/1275527052_09.jpg%20alt=" refresh="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute? *swoons* This is my current wallpaper, simply because I am constantly motivating myself to study and so he's my "time out". Kyahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll be honest. The only reason why I'm fangirling is because revising isn't working out too well at the moment but no worries, I've  covered the whole Physics syllabus and I'm ready to get at least a B. I  hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also suffering from biological clock confusion because of my 180° lifestyle change. This would work perfectly well in Brunei, but not here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sunburnt and I don't like it. I want to be fair skinned *cries* But the trip to the Cambridge University Botanical Gardens was definitely worth it, plus I had a chance to wear my lovely summer dress again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 more days! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8328349073584333426?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8328349073584333426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8328349073584333426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8328349073584333426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8328349073584333426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2010/06/super-junior.html' title='Super Junior!'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/TAmyNcK-SFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KEs6_gG2Zy8/s72-c/1274291975_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-3086883876428496447</id><published>2010-05-17T07:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:46:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bit about exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entrycontent grid_8"&gt;          &lt;div class="media"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2gy3thNkt1qzvivfo1_500.jpg" alt="Been practicing the guitar lately while procrastinating.  I&amp;#8217;ve also been designing not-my-muse.org, which in time should  launch before August. I hope. If you see the mess in the background&amp;#8230; yes, that&amp;#8217;s  my laundry. I have to sort it out and deal with it&amp;#8230; next week. I&amp;#8217;m on study leave now, which isn&amp;#8217;t anything  special. It&amp;#8217;s just normal school days minus lessons. I still  have to get up at bloody 6.30 in the morning to shower, eat breakfast,  go to collect and then go back. All in school uniform. So basically I  have to wear my uniform from 7am to 2pm. Not too bad but still, I prefer  to sleep. I&amp;#8217;m still deciding on a college. I like Churchill, many people  apply there, but then again my careers advisor tells me that Newnham is  better for me. I don&amp;#8217;t think so. I love Churchill&amp;#8217;s  modern architecture, the huge grounds and the fact that it&amp;#8217;s a  few minutes away from the computer lab. So yes, I&amp;#8217;m still  deciding. Churchill doesn&amp;#8217;t need TSA too! That&amp;#8217;s a  big bonus, but then again I don&amp;#8217;t mind having a go at it. Next Friday is Leaver&amp;#8217;s Collect. Bye bye to some of the Year  11 and Upper Sixth people. Hello new prefects. I hope I am though. But  it&amp;#8217;s not the end of the world if I don&amp;#8217;t get it  either. ICT on 18th May. C2 on 24th. Study leave from 26th May - 6th June.  Physics, D1 and M1 on 9th June. Normal lessons resume on 14th. MFP4 on  15th June." /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Been practicing the guitar lately while  procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you see the mess in the background… yes, that’s my laundry. I have  to sort it out and deal with it… next week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m on study leave now, which isn’t anything special. It’s just  normal school days minus lessons. I still have to get up at bloody 6.30  in the morning to shower (so that I can actually get hot water since everyone rushes at 7), eat breakfast, go to collect and then go back to my room, study and then have lunch and then wait for the school day to end.  All in school uniform. So basically I have to wear my uniform from 7am  to 2pm. Not too bad but still, I prefer to sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m still deciding on a college. I like Churchill, many people apply  there, but then again my careers advisor tells me that Newnham is better  for me. I don’t think so. I love Churchill’s modern architecture, the  huge grounds and the fact that it’s a few minutes away from the computer  lab. So yes, I’m still deciding. Churchill doesn’t need TSA too! That’s  a big bonus, but then again I don’t mind having a go at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Churchill is also the famous college for people to apply for Computer Science. Newnham has a 66.7% success rate for 2009, but then again I'm not afraid of the success rates for Churchill. I want to compete with the top anyways. That's why I chose that particular university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Friday is Leaver’s Collect. Bye bye to some of the Year 11 and  Upper Sixth people. Hello new prefects. I hope I am though. But it’s not  the end of the world if I don’t get it either.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ICT tomorrow. C2 on 24th. Study leave from 26th May - 6th June.  Physics, D1 and M1 on 9th June. Normal lessons resume on 14th. MFP4 on  15th June. Then I will just count down the days to touchdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-3086883876428496447?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3086883876428496447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=3086883876428496447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3086883876428496447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3086883876428496447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2010/05/bit-about-exams.html' title='the bit about exams'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8632177255543336705</id><published>2010-04-06T06:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T06:31:46.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon alive.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a slightly overweight prince who decided to cast away an old ugly woman who was in fact, a beautiful enchantress with a magic stick that sparkled with lights. As punishment, the prince was changed into a Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boorish, inflatable six-pack Gaston was seen singing (and booty-ing around) in the quiet village where Belle lives. Belle was beautiful, even though she gained a lot of weight. Nonetheless her voice was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the scenes, the Beast had his whole face and hair ripped out by the wolves =O Shocking, innit? Nonetheless he covered up the mess nicely with his cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, like every typical Disney film, the Beast is changed into a prince and marries Belle. And they live happily ever after. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically that sums up the play I watched. There were loads of hilarious bits as well. Overall it was an amazing play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have been filled with laughter. Like mentioned in Hau's blog, we had alphabet lame-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;A, why are you such a BCbody?&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart H.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to P, you have to Q.&lt;br /&gt;R you being an S?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I JK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana-phone is also hilarious. E introduced it to us today, so if you're in for lame jokes and laughs, Youtube it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision as of now is... unsatisfactory. I'm obviously procrastinating :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8632177255543336705?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8632177255543336705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8632177255543336705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8632177255543336705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8632177255543336705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-upon-alive.html' title='Once upon alive.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7818413622693589626</id><published>2010-03-20T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T04:29:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding that boundary.</title><content type='html'>Someone blames my “Asian gene” because I could do maths without too much of an effort. What she did not realize is that there was so much effort I put in from a long time ago to get to this stage today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never skive lessons, I always try to pay attention during classes, and I always do my prep. One day I got stuck, and asked for help. You told me your paper was lost somewhere within your just-organized file. You blatantly &lt;b&gt;lied to me&lt;/b&gt;. Since I couldn't afford to waste time, I asked you to help on the spot. You suddenly made a random excuse and said you didn't know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was highly disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, this was not the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually help people but then again sometimes I regret helping others. Sometimes I feel that my own personal space has been infiltrated. And especially when it comes to hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sick and tired of doing other people’s work. I’m not kidding either. Help this and help that. Initially I helped but eventually requests became more demanding. I only help because I know it would be something I enjoy. Teaching. I thought it would benefit me. But me helping you might make the examiners think that I cheated off you or vice versa. I’m just a student, I’m also doing my coursework this year, so yeah, I can't really be bothered. But your whinging and begging... it's annoying me, so I help in the end just to shut down the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be selfish, or to be helpful? Sometimes I wish I was more selfish than helpful. I used to be extremely selfish, and now I’m being too selfless. I need to find that boundary. Something that will stop me from hating myself each time I help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about I'm not a nice person and I'm just filled with motives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, every dark cloud has a silver lining. Think positive Yee, think positive. Easter is coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7818413622693589626?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7818413622693589626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7818413622693589626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7818413622693589626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7818413622693589626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2010/03/finding-that-boundary.html' title='Finding that boundary.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-5526637113589001516</id><published>2010-03-02T05:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:55:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes of love. (ish!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIORITIZE, PRIORITIZE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is important, but so are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;. There is absolutely no reason for you to lose sleep over homework. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Homework&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially homework that carries no mark and does not require handing in. These 'homeworks' are actually called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revision papers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision papers should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER, EVER&lt;/span&gt; take up your time that you need to do homework with. Revision papers are meant to be done during your spare time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revision papers do not cause sleep deprivation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh mind is always a good start. If you lack sleep, your brain ceases to function properly.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get enough sleep!&lt;/span&gt; I know I was never a good example for this, but now that I actually do get enough sleep, I realize that my work performance increases too. With enough sleep you can work on your problems and come up with a solution quicker than when you don't have sufficient sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as studying hard. Alone, that is. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.&lt;/span&gt;" Don't forget, aside from working hard all the time, make sure you go out and have fun too! I don't mean have fun by making a total idiot of yourself, but you'd need time off to relax your mind too! Taking a stroll may help at any time! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work Hard, Play Hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you eat enough! If I can eat, so can you! Don't over eat though, even though I'm known notoriously for pigging out every beginning of term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time management. If you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sibeh kiasu&lt;/span&gt; and still want to finish everything even though I advise against it, fine by me. Set yourself a timetable. Don't forget that you can't concentrate on one subject (e.g MATHS) only! At least leave room for other subjects in the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are not alone&lt;/span&gt;. Always remember that. Wherever I am, I will always support you and aid you whenever needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-5526637113589001516?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5526637113589001516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=5526637113589001516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5526637113589001516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5526637113589001516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2010/03/notes-of-love-ish.html' title='Notes of love. (ish!)'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-2981769800881432845</id><published>2010-01-18T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:08:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year 2010! A decade of many events has passed, and a new one awaits us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling a bit hyper as of late. Exams are over! Screw FP, but the rest were alright. Especially Physics which made me regret why I dreaded more than FP even though they were both on the same day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams aside life is getting back to it's usual routine. The snow is nearly gone. A week off school due to snow was fun, but nevertheless slush and ick came along the way which made me hate it loads. Thankfully the paths are cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange enough, although the snow was here for a mere two weeks, it felt like an eternity. Seeing green again shocked me, and not to mention I completely forgot how it felt like to see the sun high up in the sky with beautiful white clouds. During the snow period, there was only black white and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4269820005_57f51b3f94.jpg" alt="P1010964" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4270487952_2de6dac27a.jpg" alt="P1010955" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4270447826_1f9b059cb6.jpg" alt="P1010951" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2696/4269635633_d57db78fe1.jpg" alt="P1010944" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2714/4269678831_d117fd3933.jpg" alt="P1010948" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4269576385_3a145587d0.jpg" alt="P1010938" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2714/4269491995_707940de92.jpg" alt="P1010930" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4270187834_37f1190244.jpg" alt="P1010924" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4270048216_8d17050e29.jpg" alt="P1010900" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4270034144_1aaaee8d6b.jpg" alt="P1010899" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4269263073_a3a27ca8a4.jpg" alt="P1010848" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4269239581_d6ffa3ba4b.jpg" alt="P1010845" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4270034144_1aaaee8d6b.jpg" alt="P1010899" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to share more pictures of snow, but I'm too lazy to upload them. Head over to my facebook account or Amal's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-2981769800881432845?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2981769800881432845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=2981769800881432845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2981769800881432845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2981769800881432845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2010/01/wheee.html' title='Wheee.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4269820005_57f51b3f94_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-1255888630144159196</id><published>2009-12-14T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:58:02.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Term gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Autumn school term has officially ended. I've said my goodbyes to a few friends, and thankfully I'll be seeing most of them in three weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been to several school trips throughout my Autumn term, the latest one being the shopping trip to Windsor. I didn't buy anything for myself aside from Ben and Jerry's Waffle sundae. I was enticed by the strong smell of waffles coming from within, even though I was miles away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1222894925694_1028597701_30696816_6599997_n.jpg" alt="" class="editor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love dressing up, even though I was just going on a shopping trip so I wore my ASOS top and Dorothy Perkin's tights, complete with my Evans boots and some random black scarf and my handbag which I brought from Brunei. I was tempted to buy two huge photo frames to bring back to Brunei, but the question of how to get it back stopped me from doing so. Ah well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday we had a lovely evening meeting. We spent our time singing Christmas Carols in the Main Hall before proceeding to Peckover Hall for a more fun carolling. It was lovely to see everyone of different races and backgrounds coming together to bring the holiday cheer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Monday we had LP's Got Talent. I was in the act, Abridged Story: Harry Potter in 3 Minutes. I was the Sorting Hat… except that I wasn't too audible when the whole of Grove house boo'ed at me when I agreed with Harry Potter's reason for avoiding Grove. "No one does well in Grove". Hence I decided to put him into the best house ever, School House!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Field House's performace was incredibly gay. No offense. Apparently it's a tradition here. Imagine fit, muscular guys dancing. Now imagine them wearing tight ladies' swimsuits while dancing. It was clearly a horrific yet entertaining sight. When the results were announced, we expected to get third place. We clearly weren't as good as the other houses. Much to our delight School house won First Place and I think the main reason was that we had a house effort performance whereby we all danced to Super Junior's Sorry Sorry. All in all it was good fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Wednesday we had our annual House Christmas Dinner. Indecisive, Amal and I decided to go as Bruneians, along with Azrin and Naveen (we all planned this together because we were too lazy to find costumes).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1222895605711_1028597701_30696821_6444524_n.jpg" alt="" class="editor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_202661493747_549788747_3047092_6787737_n.jpg" alt="" class="editor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, at night Amal and I couldn't possibly dance in what we were wearing initially so we decided to dress in party gear! I still wore my guitar necklace (which I commonly acessorize myself with).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_202661678747_549788747_3047117_3914416_n.jpg" alt="" class="editor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_202661823747_549788747_3047137_7328624_n.jpg" alt="" class="editor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs112.snc3/15938_1222897925769_1028597701_30696838_1786966_n.jpg" alt="" class="editor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1222902885893_1028597701_30696882_7937755_n.jpg" alt="" class="editor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_202662033747_549788747_3047166_7251190_n.jpg" alt="" class="editor"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After partying so hard, Amal and I decided to soak our feet in warm water. We couldn't resist taking pictures nonetheless. The water was just too pretty and the lighting in the bathroom was just right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1222904125924_1028597701_30696896_5036718_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_204178373747_549788747_3052608_7201870_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1222903965920_1028597701_30696894_3377576_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday during our final collect of the term I received a Silver Award for the UKMT Senior Maths Challenge. Only three people got gold while I was one of the five with the Silver Award. I felt really proud of myself since it was the first time ever that I've been on stage in school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that concluded my school term. Right now I'm living in a hotel in Reading near the town centre with my sister and we're surviving pretty well. We haven't touched the television, although my sister threatened the hotel several times that if a writing table does not arrive, she would remove the television from the table in our room. They complied and now we do have a new table, at no cost :D Unfortunately, the internet here is rather craptastic and hence we needed to use our own modems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon I'll be making my way to Edinburgh and Nottingham. I can't wait, honestly! I'm prepared for drastic weather conditions and I'm waiting patiently for snow to fall! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-1255888630144159196?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1255888630144159196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=1255888630144159196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1255888630144159196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1255888630144159196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/12/autumn-school-term-has-officially-ended.html' title='First Term gone.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6441522102991770915</id><published>2009-12-06T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:16:52.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a lovely 6th Form Christmas Dinner on Friday. My dress was ordered from eBay and upon receiving it I realized that it was too small for my huge chest. I had to modify the dress and I'm quite happy that no one could tell that I modified it myself. Everyone thought that it was actually part of the dress itself *happy*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt incredibly popular when so many girls flooded my room to get their hair or makeup done. I was the last one to get ready though :P Amal had so much trouble trying to curl my hair. The silky strands refused to be curled and so we decided to go for a slightly messier look. It actually worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004173747_549788747_3015577_5072805_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The meal was delicious aside from the huge amounts of cheese. I didn't eat all of my food, but the dessert was just plain heavenly. Because Yasmin went away early, Amal and I took the chance to eat her share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs112.snc3/15938_1219921851369_1028597701_30689982_4153491_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1219913411158_1028597701_30689905_5422123_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Headmaster, John, and myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004233747_549788747_3015584_4311861_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004228747_549788747_3015583_3420961_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004673747_549788747_3015649_1498041_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleonora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004233747_549788747_3015584_4311861_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004308747_549788747_3015596_4637175_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004278747_549788747_3015591_1949905_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004303747_549788747_3015595_4405726_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004318747_549788747_3015598_3561700_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004323747_549788747_3015599_780441_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004358747_549788747_3015603_864194_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004368747_549788747_3015605_6312192_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004373747_549788747_3015606_1524515_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifsya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004378747_549788747_3015607_4535793_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004398747_549788747_3015611_8109410_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004443747_549788747_3015617_4447390_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olwen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197005898747_549788747_3015693_2656543_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197005773747_549788747_3015672_6750020_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caesar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197005768747_549788747_3015671_7038743_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex K.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197005743747_549788747_3015669_1827625_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal, Alex (nicknamed Vegan).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1219909131051_1028597701_30689860_1246434_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil, Azrin, Amal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004618747_549788747_3015643_767831_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004648747_549788747_3015647_2020311_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony, Angus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197004253747_549788747_3015587_375717_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleonora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs112.snc3/15938_1219917291255_1028597701_30689934_2626321_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli, Amal, Olwen, Yasmin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs112.snc3/15938_1219915011198_1028597701_30689917_1543076_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004583747_549788747_3015638_3723438_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197004463747_549788747_3015619_5142911_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli, Clara, Amal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197006058747_549788747_3015715_2594666_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony, Clara, Nabil, Olivia, Eli, Angua, Syaff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197005858747_549788747_3015686_1692074_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen (my Tutor), Azrin (best dressed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_197005963747_549788747_3015701_5983179_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus, Tony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_197005668747_549788747_3015661_7739939_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Love Sparks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1219925011448_1028597701_30690015_5407836_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freestyle Bruneians&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs112.snc3/15938_1219925411458_1028597701_30690018_804151_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruneian craze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs112.snc3/15938_1219923171402_1028597701_30689995_3317460_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superheroes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs112.snc3/15938_1219926051474_1028597701_30690025_1719872_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alluring enough yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs112.snc3/15938_1219926611488_1028597701_30690032_1418352_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I be a queen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_1219926971497_1028597701_30690036_6205353_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my house matron, Lilias. Without her I couldn't have altered my dress, or ironed it! She's absolutely brilliant that's for sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aside from all that happiness, I am quite upset to think that my ex-roommate has completely ignored me, cutting all conversation and smiles. I've done nothing to deserve her current behavior. All I did was have a single room which both of us wanted. It's all in her head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6441522102991770915?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6441522102991770915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6441522102991770915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6441522102991770915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6441522102991770915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-lovely-6th-form-christmas-dinner.html' title='Christmas Dinner'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6627261416942668123</id><published>2009-11-26T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:05:46.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eczema and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Life sucks, admit it. Having flawless skin is impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have never suffered from any serious acne issues, which I am thankful for. Unfortunately I suffer from eczema. I don't really mind my eczema. Yes, I'm a scaly lizard, but what could be worse than that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been ill for a long month already, but I didn't fully get rid of my illness with all the medications I took, cough linctus, paracetamol, lozenges, but instead ended up with a worser condition, mild bronchitis. The volume of air in my lungs were low! I only had 250 when initially I had 500ish. Bad bad bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor prescribed me with Amoxicillin. I'm now on day two of this antibiotics. The medicine has worked wonderfully, reducing the number of times I've coughed significantly. Now think, what could possibly go wrong?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For one thing, I noticed a change in my skin last night. My already bumpy skin on my arm was even bumpier than ever, this time with bigger, redder bumps. The bumps are all hotter than my normal body temperature. Strangely familiar. Convinced that it was Amoxicillin that caused it, I alerted my matron today and she directed me to go to the health centre for a check up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told the nurse on duty about it, and she said "Just continue on with your medicine. Your allergic reaction is not the one I was looking for." She then proceeded to explain other symptoms of penicillin allergy. Convinced by her explanation, I left the health centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I paused to think on my way to physics class (in which I was 15 minutes late). For one thing, I already &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; an allergic reaction to something and you expect me to continue the medication? Sure, it wasn't the exact reaction to penicillin allergy that you sought. Nonetheless it is still an allergy. It might not seem like a big deal to you but it is to me. My allergies cause me so much social awkwardness and distress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take this for example. My face gets swollen and itchy. Whenever I walk, my mind tells me that people are staring at me. People are looking at Quasimodo. I am a human abomination! See what I mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_N0eB1V7yfes/Sw2HMewTUBI/AAAAAAAAABc/BaMus6fDiDw/P1000931%20-%20Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only that, it pains me to write. Some of my fingers are swollen, making it hard for me to hold a pen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_N0eB1V7yfes/Sw2HMv6oiMI/AAAAAAAAABg/CUeOStbzRRQ/P1000934%20-%20Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes the itch is so unbearable that I wish I could pull out all my skin. Other times, I wish that I could just sleep it away and wake up the next morning with all the allergies gone. Unfortunately that rarely happens. What usually happens is that in the morning it gets so bad that you'd feel like ripping out all your skin, hair, etc. Yes, it does get on the scalp as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to make sure my claim that Amoxicillin caused it was right. In the afternoon when I took the medicine (most of the rash had subsided by then) I waited patiently for any responses. Out came more allergies in full blast. I took a nap to prevent myself from scratching but unfortunately it worsened. But my hypothesis was right, Amoxicillin is the cause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I can only hope for the time when the stupid medication would finish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6627261416942668123?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6627261416942668123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6627261416942668123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6627261416942668123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6627261416942668123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/11/eczema-and-me.html' title='Eczema and Me'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_N0eB1V7yfes/Sw2HMewTUBI/AAAAAAAAABc/BaMus6fDiDw/s72-c/P1000931%20-%20Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6647343759010339253</id><published>2009-11-23T06:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:40:00.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists, lists, lists</title><content type='html'>Here's my list of things that heppened in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a single room on Friday. Half moved stuff then. Took a bus and then a train to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a room at BHall. Only two beds, not good. Asked for another room, got 4 beds, used only 3 cos Olivia went elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Chicken Cottage for Dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked to some cinema but since there were no student discounts we walked back. &lt;em&gt;Insert hamsap jokes and quotes from some people here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came back, spent a long time in Dining hall. Ended up half falling asleep before Hau called. Scolded her-ish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to bed. Had to go to Liverpool Street on Saturday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change of plans. Some bloke got hit by the train so Hau had to arrive at King's cross instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met up with Zakiah, Huan Hui, Pong (still not calling you Yvonne) and Hau. Ate good waffles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took the tube back to Huan Hui's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quote of the day, "HEY YOU TOOK MY PHONE!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrived at Huan Hui's place. Ate Ben's Cookies. nomnomnom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Called for taxi. They took too long to answer the phone :( We laughed halfway and totally went mad after that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached Barbican. (note to self, not Barbie &amp;amp; Ken). Watched Snow Prince.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Snow Prince and shed tears. Boy how I love tear jerkers. &lt;em&gt;Oh noez Sota!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starved myself today because I thought I'd go out to buy food later. But ended up staying in bed because it was raining and that I felt very lethargic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met Izzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came back from London on a very full train. Just like how I went there. DOH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrived at Reading Station after a few minutes delay. Bought dinner at Burger King.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took taxi with Azrin, Syafiqah, Amal and Olivia to School house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summary of Exeat: spent only around 30-40quid. New record, woo~ The last London trip I had costed me around 200 quid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continued moving stuff from 1st floor to the 2nd one. Started unpacking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished unpacking. Started re-arranging twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuck posters on wall with blu-tack. Happy with outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuck sticky notes on wall. Not that happy with outcome (Buy AAA batteries is still on the list, even after 5 weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Placed postcard on desk. Not happy. It's been with me since Cambridge but I've yet to post it. Will do that tomorrow after ICT. If I remember.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Called Hau while eating dinner. Finished eating at 9pm, 3 hours after I bought it. It was cold :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took photos of room. Took macro shot of marker pens. Did I mention how much I love my rainbow markers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uploaded pictures to Facebook. Happy with outcome. Sent links to &lt;strike&gt;monkeyboy&lt;/strike&gt; Tarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started this blog post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished the blog post after pasting all these pictures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping now though still sick but is inevitably feeling better amidst the semi-choking moments. No worries, it's just phlegm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_186751108747_549788747_2936171_6045859_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_186751123747_549788747_2936172_8031787_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_186751138747_549788747_2936173_5219491_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_186751153747_549788747_2936174_8004041_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_186751173747_549788747_2936175_5705265_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_186751633747_549788747_2936176_4870581_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11031_186751638747_549788747_2936177_5326883_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_186751653747_549788747_2936178_6522061_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs003.snc3/11031_186751663747_549788747_2936179_2372939_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6647343759010339253?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6647343759010339253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6647343759010339253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6647343759010339253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6647343759010339253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/11/lists-lists-lists.html' title='Lists, lists, lists'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-2462365113296196809</id><published>2009-11-19T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:07:54.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In ICT Lab, again.</title><content type='html'>School internet is officially shit quality again, unfortunately. I blame the stupid school meeting the other day. Grrrrrr. &lt;em&gt;Meow meow woof woof oink oink meep meep meep miu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the other night watching videos we recorded. All brought tears to my eyes simply because it was so hilarious that I couldn't stop laughing, especially the one at the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the ICT lab, slacking off because our teacher isn't around. I clearly have no mood to do anything productive and hence I decide to blog... in bullet points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished an Utada vector with about 333 layers. Me likey. It seriously looks like the original!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Might move rooms over the next few days. Booyah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat for FP test today. It wasn't as bad as I expected. In fact, it was really easy! *hopes for 100%*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overate today. It was grilled chicken!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to London this exeat weekend. Will be seeing Hau, Huan Hui and a bunch of other Bruneians that I've not seen since August.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still wondering if I should go back this December (or go to SG at least). Tarap, tell me plz :D I really really wanna do something worthwhile XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still sick, got a bit of cough but then its bearable and would probably disappear soon, provided external factors are okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to pack my bags for exeat later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other things...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself that I am not alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself how smelly the room can be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself that I am here because I want to meet up to social expectations and not spend money on food all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself that I've a little amount of Cola left in my room, so I gotta keep the stress level low or else that stock will deplete.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself how stupid some people are as well, and that I have to be patient because I've of higher ability. /LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself to work harder, aim higher (more than 100%) and to ace everything. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself to improve with other languages, e.g. French and Korean. I kinda stopped bothering after a while :( &lt;em&gt;Je'mapelle Chien! Anhiyonghasaeyo, Chien Yee ibnida&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself to design Hau's blog. it's been put off since last year LOL. Hau, I really need to think of something innovative and creative for you :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly reminding myself to shut up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:&lt;br /&gt;I found some really old pictures in my Photobucket account. Back then I was thinner and was called the gobloon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/gobl0on.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-2462365113296196809?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2462365113296196809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=2462365113296196809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2462365113296196809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2462365113296196809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-ict-lab-again.html' title='In ICT Lab, again.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/th_gobl0on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-2672873438072124602</id><published>2009-11-13T07:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:39:08.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesickness and decisions</title><content type='html'>I've decided that against all odds, I'll return to Brunei around Easter or something. I don't know! I just want to get back home and eat loadsa home cooked meals by mommy again! I miss the grilled chicken we eat almost everyday, the clear non-creamy soup we drink, and most of all, the baby kailans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from missing food, I uber duber miss my family. I miss my hugs and kisses, my manja moments, everything! Sure, I have that study machine Hau with me, but nothing beats mommy's hugs, daddy's teasing and Tarap's stinking. I miss the times when I would complain about doing any housework. Because I miss it so much, I ended up developing OCD and started making sure my room was neat and tidy. FINALLY THE VIRGO IN ME HAS AWAKENED. MUMMY WOULD BE REALLY PROUD OF ME *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless days go by slowly here. This week particularly felt long. This week has been somewhat suckish / awesomeish. Suckish in terms of my health - I've been ill and missed both games sessions this week. I do enjoy netball but then again I hate doing sports in the rain, and with the cold air going down my air tracks, it does not feel awesome at all. Likewise, if I was in Brunei now I'd complain about the heat and scream, "I'm meltingggggg~!" How I miss the warm heat and my air-conditioner &amp;hearts; Not to mention my adorable White Slug *kicks Tarap away from the slug* :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Futatsu no Spica thanks to Nabil's reccomendation. The drama is awesome (Y). Today Clara and Amal were mad XD They danced with their umbrellas in Oakview. I joined in at some parts, but in all it was good fun. I can't wait for tomorrow's dinner too. We always have something to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I shall participate in a 10 mile long walk. LE GASP! I know. I just hope my half-dead shoes will last during this walk :( Considering that my shoes lasted me for a little over a year, it's not bad. Which reminds me, I need new sports shoes. But I'll probably buy them later when I feel that I do have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also hoping for good weather. The weather forecast for the next few days is definitely depressing, whatnot with the grey skies that linger in the skies, ready to fall apart at any time. Checking weather is boring, but I always depend on it to select what outfit to wear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially OK still, but I spent £24 on a Polaroid POGO photo printer. I'm still waiting for mine to arrive, but Amal's one is awesome and I'd love to print photos too, especially of my family! I spent £30 on shopping last week. Items include mascara, eyeliner, makeup (inclusive of blush, eyeshadow, lipstick and applicators) and food. Cereal bars ftw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, nothing much has been happening to me. Now to finish of reading some more shoujo mangas :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-2672873438072124602?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2672873438072124602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=2672873438072124602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2672873438072124602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2672873438072124602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/11/homesickness-and-decisions.html' title='Homesickness and decisions'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4938133701947732407</id><published>2009-11-06T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:51:46.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another ICT class</title><content type='html'>Sitting here in a boring boring classroom with absolutely no mood. Productivity? Nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid school file system isn't working on my laptop which makes my files inaccessible. How depressing can that be? Especially with an ICT coursework due next Friday, life doesn't seem that blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having received my ALIS test results, I've come to realize that automated systems are shit. Sure, I'd like to start with a low prediction grade so that I can always be exceeding expectation but having a predicted grade of CBBB sucks. It's like chicken butt bye bye. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the new Bruneian Leightonians are going back to Brunei this December holidays. I for one am not, but is instead on a search for an apartment in Reading to live in with Hau and Wun, and maybe Ching and her brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set myself a goal, and I do hope I reach it. I want all high As for AS, and if I get any less than that I'd resit again. I don't want to be second best anymore. I don't want to be overshadowed by other peers who don't even act intelligent and play the fool all the time. But by saying this I am a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my next exeat which I will be spending in London to meet up with Ze and Zah, my two awesome ladies. The last time I saw them was in August, and it feels so long already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesickness kicked in yesterday upon listening to Amal's collect. "37 days left to returning to Brunei," she said, "and counting." As for me, I have months to go. Thank goodness I still have Hau and Wun with me, and Ah Pu is coming next January! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to an Utada Concert soon and hopefully my beloved Super Junior will come and perform in London one day. I really really want to see DongHae up close XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rambling, and back to work. Unproductively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4938133701947732407?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4938133701947732407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4938133701947732407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4938133701947732407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4938133701947732407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-another-ict-class.html' title='Yet another ICT class'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-1993142457158443129</id><published>2009-10-23T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:34:39.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology fails'/><title type='text'>When adverts piss you off</title><content type='html'>I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE how advertisements kill your laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take mine for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was happily reading a manga on the oh-so-popular Mangafox.com, I happened to tap on my touchpad which in turn led to the opening of a pop-up window. This pop up window had lines and lines of code and flash advertisements and b magic (lies!) a virus came crawling into my laptop and whenever I open my browser, there are always various problems like those pr0n ads popping up every few or so minutes. Not a good sight. Internet Explorer was the worst. I didn't even load it and it popped up. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending hours cleaning the virus, my laptop is *quite* virus free and there's no popups so far. Right now I can only hope that this will last and that the virus is not in the backup files. And I do hope I've removed all the traces of the virus. (I had to load things in Ubuntu and delete them). If not, I'm going to do a complete system reformat, which without a doubt will be very very time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get rid of the threats from annoying pop-ups, so I tried to find a solution. I googled my way and found a thank goodness, 99.9% working solution for all advertisement problems. &lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/1865"&gt;Adblock Plus&lt;/a&gt; is not bad at blocking advertisements. I opted for almost all the filters since I was genuinely pissed off at advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who wish to take matters to the extreme level will even opt for no-Javascript and no Flash. This will block those fancy effects from your website and all those fancy moving animations. Without them you won't click any ads at all, simply because you can't see them, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's entirely up to you. But having no ads = lesser risks of viruses from the internet. Pendrives of course, is a different matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-1993142457158443129?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1993142457158443129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=1993142457158443129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1993142457158443129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1993142457158443129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-adverts-piss-you-off.html' title='When adverts piss you off'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-2358758123598855977</id><published>2009-09-13T21:05:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:35:22.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>... has nothing eventful for me. I'm sitting in front of my computer screen waiting for the time that I have to do my duty today. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to London Dungeon next Saturday and I can't wait! I'm actually excited to go to events like this since it's a school trip meaning... discounts! This time I'll remind myself that my camera hasn't been charged for TWO WEEKS and so I have to charge it. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was fortunate to go to Dinton Pastures. To my disappointment, I did not see any bunnies or moo-moos. All I saw was birds. Mandarin Ducks, Long-Tailed Tits, Swans, you name it. There was also a big number of dogs that I passed through along the way. Thhe flora and fauna was simply awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SqzvAtiCs5I/AAAAAAAAABw/ebpumuJegh8/s640/P1000219.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and the first berry she picked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SqzvWHKxe6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/6YJpLHq8yhM/s640/P1000227.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SqzwBT0QfJI/AAAAAAAAACA/xSjwUxxvLZA/s640/P1000234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia feeding the ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/Sqzwiqh5LVI/AAAAAAAAACI/_lvw-fSxQlY/s640/P1000240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and Melissa feeding the ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/Sqzx-TCgWnI/AAAAAAAAACo/ir7TQfRcyrc/s640/P1000255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long-Tailed Tit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/Sqzxq-SkfqI/AAAAAAAAACg/M8Uqv-iQvJU/s640/P1000250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SqzxbZ5lQOI/AAAAAAAAACY/wKB94pXN_as/s640/P1000238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/Sqzw4kNjGnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tEYOHDESrZk/s640/P1000246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a Mandarin duck! It has a pink beak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SqzygLin1xI/AAAAAAAAACw/B8OzMinqBGM/s640/P1000257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful pre-Autumn sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SqzzJsNek-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/v5JUTCxzJGA/s640/P1000259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ellie! She's super nice!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-2358758123598855977?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2358758123598855977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=2358758123598855977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2358758123598855977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2358758123598855977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SqzvAtiCs5I/AAAAAAAAABw/ebpumuJegh8/s72-c/P1000219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-3097518745405561444</id><published>2009-09-06T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:47:13.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>Upset by the fact that my family was not with me, and deeply touched by the message my sister sent me the day before my birthday, I've grown a year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seniors were so nice too! They threw a 'birthday party' for me when they first arrived which was really touching actually. I didn't expect them to even know. I had a cupcake with a candle made of... (don't laugh) french fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/3892281591_74ed14eeb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I checked facebook and found over 80 birthday greetings which also touched me, seeing that most wished me all the best in UK. Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/3892272969_44f32f73a9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunei Hall was okay, aside from the G-string in the toilet and also the sloppiness of my two roomates. I had to live with it though. Like Mr Ray would say, suck it up. One of them would bring all her food into the room and leave it in the dustbin. I hate Mayonaise. Now imagine SOUR ones in the dustbin and a girl who hates mayonaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine the girl who hates mayonaise who decides to be nice and to clean up and throw the disgusting rubbish who smells the sour mayonaise. I nearly barfed. The stench was unbearable and I felt as if I could die from just breathing around that area. After that I refused to clean up after their mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3892277119_56a67d399b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in London, I was able to see many places such as Ripley's but I did not enter most of them because of the &lt;em&gt;kaching!&lt;/em&gt; issue. I walked into a Ferrari store with Wajee and Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3893064324_e4a6edf48c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also very fortunate to taste this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/3892276477_1c79bb9425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavenliest ice-cream, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm not going to buy much anymore simply because it's far too much of a luxury to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing a room with Olivia here and Amal visits us frequently. There's also a Year 10 girl who comes often to ask questions. She's a bit weird and kinda rude (because she tells us IN OUR FACES that she cannot understand us) so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2603/3893069650_8e313c0309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3507/3893070014_5286f188a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3892278587_711788f3aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3892277773_c9bb8fe83f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my house's matron, Lilias. She's really nice and she helps me out in absolutely anything I ask. Even if she doesn't know, she'd still give a rough idea of how things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met people from China, Hong Kong, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KOREA&lt;/span&gt;, and other EU countries. Unfortunately, the person looks faaaaaaaaaaaar from Dongdong and JaeJoong. =( One guy reminds us of L from Death Note, and another looks like Hanazawa Rui from Hana Yori Dango. There are some notable eyecandies though, simply because they look a bit like some celebrities, lol. I have someone to agree with me too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/3892280787_a8cb89d939.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/3892280253_8e5f1f0428.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright. I have 20 periods of Maths in the span of two weeks. One's Pure Maths while the other's Further Maths. So far I'm coping. I even helped a classmate because he got lost. He's trying to convince me to join him to set up a chess club though. I might have other plans like setting up a storytelling club. [/NERD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played basketball yesterday and it was great fun. There were only three girls playing, namely Amal, Olivia and myself, with some of the Bruneian boys and other Leightonians. The coach, Pablo, also joined in by oh my god, he's so PRO! I couldn't defend because of him, bleh. Simon, a guy from China, snatched the ball from Amal rather hilariously. All in all it was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to The Oracle in Reading that afternoon to do some shopping and setting up bank accounts. I finally bought some school shoes which will not make me the odd one out anymore since I have been wearing sneakers everyday in school (how lame is that?!) It was 35 pounds though, so I do hope the shoes would last me for two years or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we had a school trip to the cinema. I watched Final Destination 4 and bloody hell it was gross. I have never watched the previous ones and still I was grossed out. Bleargh. I still don't get the storyline too. I should have watched Time Traveller's Wife or something like Ice Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I must watch Dorian Gray once it comes out. I love the story and the trailer looks absolutely brilliant. I can't wait!! Hau, please please bring me to watch it =D I'm even re-reading the book again, but this time on an e-book lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dY93VUQSMo4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dY93VUQSMo4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is getting colder but I think I can get used to it. So, how's the weather?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-3097518745405561444?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3097518745405561444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=3097518745405561444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3097518745405561444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3097518745405561444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/3892281591_74ed14eeb2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-3020278826261278856</id><published>2009-08-25T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:19:11.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will soar with the clouds</title><content type='html'>On Friday, 28th August 2009, my new adventure will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Brunei for the past 18 years went by blissfully with little turbulents here and there. Nevertheless, I rode on in cloud nine, tackling mountains one at a time. Friendships were made and lost, some regained, some unknown, but despite all the hardships I've been through, I'm glad to make it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a day when I am completely solemn. All my days have been filled with joy thanks to the care and love from my family. There were some nonsense arguments that broke out during the past few days between my siblings and I, but after a night's sleep, the argument dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are just like the ocean now. A small ripple can cause a wave. Any actions are like catalysts. I can laugh, cry, or even get angry easily. And I'm sure this is not caused by PMS or the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know farewell would be hard but I shouldn't make it hard for others as well. The life I once knew as blissful would be prone to another lifestyle. One where I have to be more independent and brave. One where my parents would no longer be there to protect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set a goal for myself. The top universities for Software Engineering / Computer Science is my aim. I cannot land anywhere after that. Putting Oxford and Imperial as my priority should be the right choice. With a goal in mind, I will not stray from my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm attending a sungkai buffet. I haven't attended one in ages (I think the last one I attended is two years ago). It might be one of the last outings before I leave for UK. I won't worry my mother by staying on longer than necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not weak when I obey my mother's words. Though I don't attend beach parties, sleepovers and so forth, my reasons are simple. I don't want my mother to worry incessantly over me. I'd rather give up the world than to let my family down because without my family, I would never go this far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-3020278826261278856?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3020278826261278856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=3020278826261278856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3020278826261278856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3020278826261278856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-soar-with-clouds.html' title='I will soar with the clouds'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8441962458487800466</id><published>2009-07-31T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:24:09.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a boy</title><content type='html'>Even people who personally don’t know me think I’m a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to IPA for the past few days like I mentioned before and today I received an invite to the Polo Club for an event with the Minister of Education. On the cursed envelope, it wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;KEPADA:&lt;br /&gt;AWG LIM CHIEN YEE.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which translates to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lim Chien Yee.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit Scholarship section, how’d you find out that I was a boy trapped in a girl’s body all along? I’m my family’s only son (since my brother is definitely a girl!) and that my mom said she’d miss her little boy whenever it comes to shopping. Ohhh yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, cursed as I am destined to be a boy, I still get to eat free food next Saturday :D On Monday my scholarship’s official – I’ll be signing the contract. I made a few slight errors on the contract form, so I stressed out and haven’t finished filling in all the fields. Geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother keeps saying how things would be different without her little ‘boy’. True enough, During shopping trips, I would be the ‘boy’ and carry all the things we’ve bought. I know it would be a different thing for me too. I won’t be constantly sheltered and pampered by my parents anymore and I would instead have to grow up and face life by my own for a period of time before meeting my parents again once I fly off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with my depressing state of mind. Tomorrow I’m going to get my hair cut. I will no longer have my beautiful medium length black hair that I prize most. I’m going to just ask the hairdresser to ‘be creative’. I trust her enough, at least. I can never keep long hair. I get frustrated whenever it reaches this length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come soon :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8441962458487800466?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8441962458487800466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8441962458487800466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8441962458487800466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8441962458487800466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-boy.html' title='I&apos;m a boy'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8349788151441051972</id><published>2009-07-16T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:44:58.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsible Parents</title><content type='html'>Please, parents out there, keep your kids in control, especially in public places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I got so pissed off today after witnessing a kid going around the public clinic and disturbing everyone else. I spotted the mother of the kid earlier on when I sent in my appointment card. The kid was about three to five, and he was undeniably cute but my initial impression of the kid disappeared almost immediately when I saw what he was up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid was playing with the sliding door of the clinic at the waiting bay, obstructing doctors on duty. Not only that, there was an asthmatic man inside receiving immediate medical attention. The kid continued opening and closing the door and I feared that he might trap his fingers in between. I kept my eye on him, but he still continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother at the said time, was still sitting and not doing anything about her kid. The kid continued to play around, this time running around the whole area of the waiting bay. The irresponsible mother did not even bat an eyelid. I can't believe how stupid she was. It was a freaking clinic, not a playground and with swine flu on the rise, can she not be worried about her child's health and safety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap since the queue was awfully long, and that I had been there for over an hour already but I was woken up because the kid pushed the row of chairs and the shock woke both my mother and I up. I saw the kid approaching the main door which was held in place with a magnet. He pulled and he pulled and finally managed to pull it from the magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was pissed. There were two elderly women using canes who were about to enter the room. Thankfully the kid stopped and left the door open for them. After they sat down beside us, the kid continued to play with the door, holding the handles and swinging. Yes, swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped swinging after a while and closed the door, locking it. The teacher in my mother who demanded strict discipline was about to scold him, but I stopped her. "Let's see what the mother would do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother did come to the rescue at last, opening the door. Though I don't call it a rescue. She led him out to the other waiting bay where again I saw him running around. They came back to our waiting bay later on again and the kid still was wreaking havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was the mother, I'd probably stop him and make sure that he didn't go around in the first place. I'd make sure that he sits down and occupy himself with something else like drawing or picture books. If private clinics were an option, I'd go there too, since there would be less people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, I'm pissed off at the kid's mother, not the kid. So please, mothers out there, take care of your kids when in public places. I'm sure you don't want a whole group of people badmouthing how bad you are at handling your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my medical check results are good :D The only not so good result was because it was 0.5 less than the 'normal' range. But who cares?!I'm all fit to go abroad! I'm probably leaving at the end of August, but I've yet to discover what school I'm going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8349788151441051972?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8349788151441051972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8349788151441051972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8349788151441051972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8349788151441051972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/07/irresponsible-parents.html' title='Irresponsible Parents'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7452744306656934856</id><published>2009-07-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:00:59.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dance~</title><content type='html'>While we crazy omg-I-got-the-scholarship people are going around having needles poked into our arms and going to and fro the hospital for our medical checkups, the other poor, forlorn people are stuck at school sitting for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still curious as to know what school I'd be going to in the UK. I prefer a co-ed school, even though I have lesbian tendencies (lol cough lol). I want the school to have uniform too, simply because I know I wouldn't have enough clothes to go round, what not with my massive wardrobe cleanup today that has left my wardrobe rather bare and naked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baju kurungs are ready already, and I like them, even though the material for one of them is the Biology teacher hybrid - tiger stripes and leopard spots, complete with flowers. Lol. If I ever teach, I hope to be like her. Hahahaha. I love discipline XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that I'm feeling absolutely bored, since I intend to NOT go to school. I'm only going to sit for AEC, which I paid $8 for. Money matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm again the only one awake at home. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7452744306656934856?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7452744306656934856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7452744306656934856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7452744306656934856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7452744306656934856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-dance.html' title='Just Dance~'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8780352325205185839</id><published>2009-07-04T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:18:58.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates after a month</title><content type='html'>The phone rang while I was panicking in the Arrival Hall of the Brunei International Airport. The reason of panic was simple, and like many times before, it triggered everyone's fears. I was drowning in misery after listening to a long lecture on why I should have studied harder for my O Levels but nonetheless I picked up my phone, pressed the green button and placed it next to my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat pagi. Lim Chien Yee kah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initially muffled reply came out clearly as I greeted the person on the other line. I waited to hear more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya dari Jabatan Biasiswa. Bawa satu kopy passportmu pada Hari Isnin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two sentence calmed my nerves. I wasn't rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I attended the briefing happily and found out what I had to do. I've submitted one form so far, and there's a few others on the way. I'm happy overall though. I just have to keep myself in shape for my medical checkup next week. *gulps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad news is that the number of cases of Swine Flu is escalating. I've decided not to go to the school canteen to buy food when school reopens. Isolating myself is another option. My mom already mentioned that she forbade me to stay back thanks to swine flu, so no more CR time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would surely miss that if I went to UK. We all get so high everytime, and we all go crazy. I still have the masking tape Faadz wrote for me, "CY =D" and "the CHICKEN", though now most people jokingly call me Chaiken, a mix of CHAI (CY) and CHICKEN. Friends, how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for my KPop updates, I've been listening to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;DBSK!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parkminnie.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/20090531_dbsk_5721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a Japanese song, but what the heck. DBSK started off as a Korean group. Gah, I still love Jaejoong more than Changmin @_@ It must be a crime to be wayyyyyy more beautiful than girls. Here's the MV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YbLnsq5taeY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YbLnsq5taeY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, the other day Hau showed me some parodies, and when I watched the one they made based on 'O' Jung Ban Hap, watching the MV was never the same again. Nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to change my layout soon. Celebrity layouts are just so not CY. But then again I've postponed making my sister's layout for over 3 months already. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my bestie has a blog. Give her some luuuuuurve by clicking her link: &lt;a href="http://sheepinherbigcity.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHEEP IN HER BIG CITY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8780352325205185839?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8780352325205185839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8780352325205185839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8780352325205185839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8780352325205185839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates-after-month.html' title='updates after a month'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7166337122478858607</id><published>2009-06-05T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:44:31.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neorago</title><content type='html'>Yes, my obsession with the song Neorago has not ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEORAGO~&lt;br /&gt;NEORAGO~&lt;br /&gt;NEORAGO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOHOOHOHO. I am awfully insane. Did I ever tell you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My predictions for my Computer and Physics test? BOTH FAIL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics calculations were okay, BUT I MESSED UP MY THEORY. I FORGOT ALL THE DEFINITIONS EVEN THOUGH I UNDERSTAND IT. ASLKJDALKDJASPDIOASJD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niga Johyeun Iyu~ WHY DO I LIKE YOU~ LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like tests, homework or exams :( They kill me brutally and refuse to let me off. I had to do my part too. I STABBED THEM IN THE FACE BY ALWAYS GETTING CRAPPY RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, there's nothing much going on with my life lately, except that I cook a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3597326961_23c0484db6.jpg" alt="Prawn moon-crackers" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the brilliant idea to make it look like one of the Dimsum dishes :D Mommy and I made them all moon shaped until we realized that we were lacking something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Wantan. Skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suggested a change in shape, and I made three in total since I felt like it. When we began frying the crackers until we realized....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD ONE EXTRA UNWRAPPED WANTAN SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took out the fillings from the fridge and made another one. So in total we had four of those :D Hau, come back and I'll cook for you, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a mass cleaning for my room today since I haven't really cleaned it in ages (one month to be exact) D: I ended up with 4 dust pans of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a bug came to visit me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3568/3598137652_c9eac41627.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Oooh, bug!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped. With a camera of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now. Excuse me while I wallow in misery for not studying enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, &lt;del&gt;I love you&lt;/del&gt; good luck in your exams, HAU! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7166337122478858607?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7166337122478858607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7166337122478858607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7166337122478858607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7166337122478858607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/06/neorago.html' title='Neorago'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3597326961_23c0484db6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6243644093473587749</id><published>2009-06-01T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:51:26.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a ticking bomb</title><content type='html'>Chae-ga Chae-ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEORAGO~&lt;br /&gt;NEORAGO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. SUJU IS SOOO &amp;lt;33333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hau, please hurry up and come back to Brunei. I'm ITCHING to watch FULL HOUSE. I heard Donghae tries to speak English there. Please, please, please, LET ME ADORE HIM &lt;del&gt;AND LICK MY COMPUTER SCREEN.&lt;/del&gt; I did not say that. Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a holiday (RBAF day). I woke up at 10 I guess, and started with my physics homework. Major failure. I don't get Kirchoff's law. AT ALL. I'm re-studying it over and over again. I still can't get it. BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at 11.20 I ordered Pizza from Pizza Hut. I told them I'd want the delivery to be at 12m thinking that mommy would be back by then, but no. Mommy did not come home. So Pa, tarap and I ate the pizza happily, saving more than enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I cleaned the dishes, swept the kitchen floor, mopped the kitchen floor, scared White Socks with the mop, stared at White One's missing meat on his left leg, let Lion and Lioness nibble my feet, and then continued with my homework. Still brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got hungry, so I stole a packet of Ruffles from Tarap's room. Nomnomnom. No, I did not open it at all until AFTER mommy came back, with another Evergreen of course. They talked from 3 to 5, if I'm not mistaken. I just continued with my homework after serving (and eating) Barley drink and then honeydew + icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued with my homework again. Still brain dead. Ended up sleeping for an hour before eating dinner. Continued with homework again. Bugged people on Facebook. Continued with homework. Still brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am highly unproductive today, with semi-completed homework (haven't done them graphs) and I give up. WHOEVER SPENDS THEIR HOLIDAYS LIKE THIS IS A LOSER. LOOOOOOSERRR I TELL YOU. I can't believe I suddenly felt hardworking today, when by right I have a lot of 'outstanding' work (for Pure that is!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6243644093473587749?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6243644093473587749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6243644093473587749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6243644093473587749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6243644093473587749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-ticking-bomb.html' title='Like a ticking bomb'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7906423039959755133</id><published>2009-05-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:04:54.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compooper project</title><content type='html'>There's soooo many strands of hair on the floor, and I could only blame one person. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all thanks to my AS Level Computer coursework project!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, HURRY UP AND CALL ME!!! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7906423039959755133?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7906423039959755133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7906423039959755133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7906423039959755133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7906423039959755133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/05/compooper-project.html' title='Compooper project'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-1511564004523661965</id><published>2009-05-28T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:24:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*wipes drool*</title><content type='html'>DONGHAE AND KYUHYUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today I spent most of my time in the Counseling room drooling over DongHae with Ban. And I broke up with Shar &amp;lt;/3 I told her I'd go man-hunting for Korean guys, though she's still number one in my girlfriends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replay of the time she went back. (or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;Shar: Bye everyone&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye my darling!&lt;br /&gt;Shar: Hmph~ go after your korean guys.&lt;br /&gt;Me: but Shar, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Shar: no~ We're over.&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesbians? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're more like girls with passion who can't express it much, so we express it with each other. Not forgetting that there are some others like us too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still anticipating &lt;em&gt;the call&lt;/em&gt;. No rings, no messages, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem in English class today, and because it sucks, I'm publishing it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;That bittersweet feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Though I can live with lies,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep on waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pandora's Box,&lt;br /&gt;The key that you hold,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me shackled,&lt;br /&gt;with secrets untold.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being totally lame in the Counseling Room with Fin and insert-name-of-MP-who-I-don't-know, I was constantly telling them about how lucky I was for O Levels - I didn't study much at all yet I got at least 5As. And the most hantam-tabak-kalok subject was Biology, which I got A1 for, even though I slept throughout the whole time I was supposed to revise. Cool, ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I told Chong Nam that the photos for Kembayau was on. So he now has work to do, bwahahahaha. And then Chong Nam told me that Fin said that he studied his Chemistry in the counseling room and it was fun because "ada cy ah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun part was the V-shape incident. I won't elaborate, but everyone burst into hysterics. Hanafi kept his face covered with his notes, and I was sitting on the floor, imitating how Tamaki would be like in a corner, except that I was also laughing along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting over and then Melly, Wana and Ban were given a tour of my Sims 2 house :D They loved it, that's for sure :D I considered my house as simple, yet they found it to be complex and quite nice :D *happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot of mangas lately, including Hana to Akuma. I LOVE IT. ANd Kaichou was Maid-sama is making me go all rabid again. Sighhh. Not forgetting Skip Beat. GAH. I AM SUCH A MANGA ADDICT. I EVEN READ SOME IN CHINESE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hau oh Hau, I cannot be a rabid fangirl anymore. I've got tests next week and I haven't studied. Not to mention that I've got a sdjvfhsdkfqofuiwlkdcjn computer project to deal with by the end of this week. Oh bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-1511564004523661965?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1511564004523661965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=1511564004523661965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1511564004523661965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1511564004523661965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/05/wipes-drool.html' title='*wipes drool*'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-1836906845428554197</id><published>2009-05-25T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:21:58.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handball</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned before that Handball was a fast-paced game. Nonetheless, it is the only sport involving balls (not that type of balls my dear at-the-end-of-the-canteen friends) that I quite like, apart from Netball and Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton is not counted as it uses feathers. Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of how I played Netball, in general, I sucked. I remember that in form 3, I was the GK and Shar &amp;hearts; was the GS. It all started with the hate. Then we got all cuddly cuddly in form 5 thanks to BGIC. And now we're awfully close to the extent that Dinie calls me a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball. Another sport I played during form 3. All I did was shoot, shoot, shoot. Everyone in class called me Cannon. So true. I threw the ball and it hit the board hard before bouncing off, occasionally hitting people in the head. The other day after the handball match I playfully tried to do a 3-pointer. I scored! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now handball. Initially the idea of doing any sport was repulsive. I hated training sessions since we were usually out in the hot sun, either at the basketball court or the futsal field. We never got to practice in the gym :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the tournaments began a few weeks ago. I'm in &lt;strong&gt;Ultimate Velocity&lt;/strong&gt; (physics, zomgz!) and so far we've won one, lost one. We're still battling in the semi-finals though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's tournament was alright, but my ankle, that fucked up since Saturday, decided to mess up during the second half, so I went to the reserves area. Bash, unfortunately, got hit TWICE by Jon. But it wasn't Jon's fault. She used her body to block the ball, and in turn got hit on the chest. Ouch. Jon had a suspension though :( and he's our main star, apart from Muiz and Benny that is. Oh and Si Pendek jua. Ah well, too bad we lost by ONE DAMN POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next two weeks will be against Eupohria. Ohhh shit. Why couldn't we fight with Supersonic instead? T_T Euphoria has Hean, and Zaim... both freakishly scary people, and not to mention Hadi, the crazy goalkeeper that ran to the opponent's side (hence giving an opening to Supersonic to shoot into the goal). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Supersonic is scary too &gt;_&lt; There's Ruddy (the one who pushed me), Lala (sengaja tuu), Aiman (gila ia defend ahh) and moreeee. I just hope that the tournament committee and the referees actually do their jobs well this time, not like during Supersonic vs. Euphoria's match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, but all I could blog about is Handball or school, two awfully boring topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on Saturday, we missed about 3/4 of the whole English lesson. We didn't bother finding Mr Ray and vice versa until the last 15 minutes, and when we did, he was in the classroom upstairs! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer today was just like any other typical computer class. Visual Basic again. Lutfi wants to use my computer. I said no. He should install it himself *nods* BESIDES, I haven't done much of my coursework project anyways compared to him &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was PE, and blah blah blah. You know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Pure Maths, the electricity suddenly went out and so everyone was complaining about the intense heat. Mr S then told us a story (which we found absolutely no co-relation to the heat or our work) and we were like, "ahhh~ ahahaha." you know, just for the sake of making him feel that he's funny or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Physics, I felt that my energy level was approaching nil, but Sir M was there to observe Mdm K so I tried to keep awake. Failed. I did try to understand what was going on though. This is why I hate PE. My energy gets sapped faster than you can spell "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" or "antidisestablishmentarianisticalized". Yeah, stupid long words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished stats early and it was already two, so I didn't bother to stay on in class. I asked permission to go home since both Lala and I were at it. Mr. SP was like, "Nabilah oh Nabilah~ YAHOOO~" OoO I think he's seriously eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some updates in Malay (cos I felt like it).&lt;br /&gt;Hari ani bah, si Nabilah bimbo. Hahahhaa. Padahal si Jaz yang bimbo atu. Tapi si Lala pun cali jua ahahaha. Si Amimo lagi. Ohohohoh. Ketawa ku terbahak-bahak ah. Walaupun saya telah ditegur oleh Cikgu Haiseh kerana tidak memakai baju PE maktab, si Nabilah atu lagitah teruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala oh Lala. Cian ko ari ani. Hahahahaha. BIMBO~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나중에 보자 (see you later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-1836906845428554197?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1836906845428554197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=1836906845428554197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1836906845428554197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1836906845428554197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/05/handball.html' title='Handball'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-110778410723672614</id><published>2009-05-20T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:51:38.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>I DID NOT LIKE THE ENDING OF "I AM SAM". I DO NOT LIKE IT ONE BIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Eun Byul to go with Moo Shin. NOT WITH HER TEACHER. ADHJSKADSAHDSKALJDSHALD. WHO CARES ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO SAGANG. I DONT WANT SAGANG WITH MOO SHIN. I WANTED EUN BYUL WITH MOO SHIN. I WANTED MR. JANG TO BE WITH MS. SHIN SO YI. HLKJDASKJHKAJHAKSDH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/fangirl rants]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting on another Kdrama, Marry A Millionaire. I like it so far, so let's hope it doesn't disappoint me, or else I'd scream for wasting my precious hard disk space. I've also finished downloading the whole of Princess Hours and Que Sera Sera. I've yet to download what Teen suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've been writing poems, and going to select my 3 best poems for submission. I wrote four so far and some are lame, some are humourous, some are factual, some are modern. It's a splash of styles all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read any nice poems &lt;del&gt;related to Circles, Out of This World, Nature or Emotions&lt;/del&gt; of any genre or theme, feel free to send them my way. I love poems, be it happy or sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying a lot lately, not because of how stupid life is, but because of Dramas and how touched I get. I'm a sucker for tear-jerkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of Pure HW to catch up with, and I'm currently doing my physics as I procrastinate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've an obsession towards spectacles lately, and I don't know why? If you go through &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/forumtopic-241159/do-you-think-guys-wearing-glasses-are-hot/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://soompi.com/forums/lofiversion/index.php/t167843.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link, you'll probably fall in love with them too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Tarap for receiving an award from STEP Centre, AGAIN! Also, congrats Anak Palui aka Bobo for receiving an award for NMO. Both of you did well, esp Tarap. I even wrote a poem for Tarap (which I will not publish!!) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to Rain's Love Story (Chinese Version) and I listen to it on a daily basis. Gah why do these Korean singers have such great songs @_@ I've totally lost the feeling for Utada, maybe because she's a woman, her latest album disappointed me and despite what Dinie says, I'm not a lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aits, I'm off now. I've got handball practice tomorrow. Let's hope that I do not fall down again like during my first handball match with Lala's group where Ruddy pushed me, and said "Tadi bah, CY rabah. Cali ah." (I should have avenged myself when he offered me to hit him) or injure myself (like every single handball lesson). There's been numerous casualties such as twisted ankles, sprained thumbs, dislocated knees and so forth. Handball is such a dangerous, fast-paced game. I don't know what to do sometimes @_@ I usually stick by the goal area instead of running everywhere since I am best at defending :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just for the sake of it, Faruq told me to move to Kg Ayer because there's less land, so I won't fall often, and today he said that I shouldn't go to watery places since I'd fall due to less friction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh. Now I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-110778410723672614?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/110778410723672614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=110778410723672614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/110778410723672614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/110778410723672614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/05/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6361855914574465922</id><published>2009-05-15T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:04:13.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessions</title><content type='html'>ANNOUNCEMENT: HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;strike&gt;GEYBOY&lt;/strike&gt; JAC! All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework. I seriously do. But I still do *some* nonetheless. At least, I think homework helped me a lot, especially during the crucial moments of last year's Mock Exams result. I managed to get number one thanks to homework, since the other two never did theirs. No, I'm not pointing at Si Bobo or Si Pendek. No, not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse than homework? Filing up papers. I'm highly disorganized when it comes to physical stuff. In my computer everything is sorted out, but no, I cannot and will never be able to manage files. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole of today afternoon compiling all my Physics stuff. Thank goodness we don't have to punch them and put them in files. All we needed to do is to dump it all in a folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, while I did that, I was watching the Korean Drama, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm SAM&lt;/span&gt; (otherwise known as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Your Teacher&lt;/span&gt;), featuring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENG JENG JENG JENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;T.O.P &amp; LEE MIN HO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[inserts all sorts of fangirl screams here. High pitched, low pitched, you name it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently at episode three. And I realized why I couldn't download the movies previously. Stupid Firewall =_=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished watching the first season of Big Bang Theory. I still have the second season, complete with subs and everything ^^ I haven't watched it though. I have a lot on my list. Recommendations for KDramas or JDramas are highly appreciated =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that I decided to do my Physics homework. I was supposed to do it two days ago but I was too preoccupied with Handball in the afternoon, which then led to my exhaustion and long hours of sleep. Oh yes, I forgot to mention - Ultimate Velocity won the match on Monday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday I probably won't be in class before break. I've got to go somewhere (forgot WHERE) but I'm the only one in my computer class to go out, so yay! I get to skip PE, which I detest, simply because I am really, really unsuited for any strenuous exercise, so that's a DOUBLE YAY. Sorry, UV =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see my team jersey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/24y3j3c.jpg" width="480px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... It's GREEN and it reminds me of my brother's PE uniform. Worse? It's size L when I requested for XL. End result? People call it a free show T_T even during practice on Wednesday, Kym shouted, "GO CY! FREESHOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baie :( Luckily Mummy Tiqah was there haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from bitching around with friends, I guess my week hasn't been that eventful. During Korean Culture Club yesterday, we watched a horror movie where Kim Bum died D= I was heartbroken! hahaha XP HOW CAN SUCH A CUTE GUY DIE IN A MOVIE? AND A HORROR MOVIE AT THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having trouble with my Visual Basic since it's CRAP. I'm serious. The database engine won't work for Microsoft Access 2007, so I really have to find a way around it. I hate how limited VB was, and I wish we could write web applications instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I'm also currently addicted to Super Junior's song, It's You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOzYeuS0yc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOzYeuS0yc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONGHAE &lt;3 And the Lee Jun Ki lookalike. AND KIM BUM IS THERE TOO!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;사랑해요&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; 림첸이 (my name in Korean) ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6361855914574465922?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6361855914574465922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6361855914574465922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6361855914574465922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6361855914574465922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsessions.html' title='Obsessions'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/24y3j3c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7274564047853359763</id><published>2009-05-10T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:53:53.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommaday.</title><content type='html'>Happy Momma Day to them Mommas. That's what I had intended to say. But no, I'd have to show that I've been brought up properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' Day to all the dear beloved mothers and mothers-to-be *coughs at someone in particular*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a cake for mummy. It cost $155. Why? Spend more than $100 at Hua Ho and get a free cake. I'm too lazy to upload the photos though =P The cake was okay. Too creamy. Too sweet. All of us agreed that the home baked one was BETTER. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we celebrated Tarap's birthday yesterday at Emperor's Court. Apart from his usual requests for hugs, nothing much changed. He's still a b&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rat&lt;/span&gt;, and a brat he'll always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate $80 worth of food, sufficient to make us full for the whole night. After that we went home. I let daddy play around with my 'new' computer running on Ubuntu. He failed miserably at Nibbles, a variant of Snakes. So I introduced him to Mahjongg and he was addicted to it, despite getting stuck. Eventually he gave up and said, "Don't want to play anymore." Lol cute &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day watching D-Day alone. Technically speaking, I was alone watching it but was in the company of my mother and brother. Well, it was BORING. It didn't give me any shivers down my spine. So what? People died because someone MURDERED them, not a ghost. Pointless. I didn't like it. Apartment 1303 was worse, and at that time I had my sister and cousin with me. Psssh. A waste of my time =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished reading The Last Concubine by Lesley Downer. Beautifully written. Breath-taking. Marvelous. I couldn't put the book down. The words in my head from reading the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ee ja nai ka? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I feel most of the time. &lt;strike&gt;I'd like to see Mr Fuck Off PLP at me. That would be interesting. Like what Bimbitch and I said, from nothing to something&lt;/strike&gt; Oh wait, he DID. Back when he wasn't an MP. Begging, begging, begging. Even if I didn't help, he'd get it anyways. So, like what we bimbitches would say, "Like, uh, fuck off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a PG 18 sign for my blog soon =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7274564047853359763?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7274564047853359763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7274564047853359763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7274564047853359763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7274564047853359763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommaday.html' title='Mommaday.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-2188116257487119190</id><published>2009-05-03T20:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:31:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTM &amp; Special Olympics</title><content type='html'>I've a new design here featuring the one and only... &lt;strong&gt;DBSK!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes people, be jealous. I specifically chose this picture from DBSK since I like them a wee bit nerdy. (BUT THEY DON'T LOOK NERDY. THEY LOOK COOL!) 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look! I have smilies :D If you want your blog to have smilies too, well, I can help you to customize it, provided you pay me money. Yes, I'm serious. I am BROKE. I need money so this is the only way OoO It's only $2 for the current smiley set. Other smiley sets would cost extra depending on how hard it is. It ranges from $5 onwards. Hohoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/25tatg9.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riceball Smileys by David Lanham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you steal my code... well that's okay too. Because I can track who uses it -_-' It took me a lot of time coding the JavaScript. DO NOT USE THIS FREELY WITHOUT PERMISSION. I'm no Samaritan. I don't do things for free. Nothing in this world is for free. The smileys are, but not my code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to another topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like usual, our school has the Parents-Teachers Meet. Naturally dreading the whole event since I knew my effort is nearly nil for each and every subject, I hoped that the day would pass through as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First teacher on the list, Mr Soh! He was free at that time, and we couldn't wait for Miss Li Yan to finish with her students. Since she doesn't teach me, my parents and I attacked Mr Soh first. He told my parents that I'm still the same. He mentioned he expected me to get at least an A for my O Levels but maybe because they raised the standards, yada yada, then I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went off to the next available teacher on the list, Ms Chan. She said that I was not a problem, all my marks were in black ink. The only thing is that I don't put enough descriptions for the work I hand in (I am lazy to do work bah!) so it's still in the O Level standard. Ah well~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to see Ms Jess since she was next to Ms Chan. Tooootally unrelated, since I don't take Econs. Most of our conversations included Red Bean, the bean soup maker, NUS scholarship, MoE scholarship. Nothing at all about me, except that I eat too much and have to control myself. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I told my mother who Goldfish was. Ms Jess said, "Haiya, so bad. You gossip in front of a teacher." I only giggled. I even told the story of the fuck-off incident to her. lollll~~~ It's not like other teachers know about it too. But seriously, Goldfish has some serious issues &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to see Mr Salamuth. Oh. My. God. Apart from praising himself, he also talked about his daughter, who studies in another 6th form school. He said that his daughter's school was slow and didn't even do much of the syllabus when we instead, have covered most of it. Perhaps he was feeling accomplished? No idea. He just told my parents that he had no problem with me, and that we're doing every single (damned, if you ask me) question in the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to see Mdm Koo. She said that I was smart, had a brain, but never used it. Well, in more subtle terms though, yet I refuse to elaborate. In general, she's not afraid to pressurize me a little bit more to get the engines up and running. According to her, I rush my work and don't take time to think things through before working on the questions. SO TRUE. It's a bad habit and I really have to cure it. She also told me that I should be satisfied with my work rather than to give an unsatisfactory work to a teacher who would, in turn, be unsatisfied as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person on the list was Mr Ray. He kept telling my parents about the scholarship. He told them that he'd be glad if I got it and simultaneously regret having me leave since I'm one of his best students (He gave me all As). I also mentioned (in his face) to my parents that if I got the scholarship, I'd pay my debt. He nodded and said that he was teaching us a lesson at the same time - nothing in this world is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I know some of my student assessment results. To be honest, those result slips aren't out yet. But I know, don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subject - Effort, Behavior, Contribution, Work Punctuality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - A, A, A, A&lt;br /&gt;Physics - C, C, B, B&lt;br /&gt;Stats - C, B, B, B&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still a blank though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why my effort is a C though. I keep falling asleep in class XP Yes yes, MP bah MP. So what? I'm still human. Don't judge me because of a badge. I'm quite a good MP, considering that I've never skipped a single class on purpose. The only times I've missed lessons was due to scholarship related matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PTM, my parents and I walked to the car and drove to SCB to pay the bills before going to Ideal to order takeaways. We then got to Cg Jalilah's to whisk little Tarap home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Brunei's Special Olympics Fundraising Walkaton and Charity Fun Bazaar. Initially I had the morning shift, but after hearing my mother's plans to eat dim sum this morning, I decided to take the afternoon shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in the morning, I woke up at 9ish. I bathed, played maple and then went downstairs to help my mother with the meat. Yep, hello world, Chien Yee finally touches DEAD UNCOOKED MEAT. Of course, I kept washing my hand each and every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dimsum at Emperor's Court at around 10.55pm for $43.5o. It was wayyy cheaper than the four of us eating the Dim Sum buffet. So yeah, we ate in 30 minutes before going on a shopping spree that lasted about 20 minutes. They then drove me to the Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of us was in the afternoon shift. It was fun overall. I spent most of my money on ice-cream, Pepsi and 100 plus. I know, guilty pleasures. I also bought a bookmark for my sister, because it said sister. Haha. We took several photos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw some ex-SAS people there too. I phoned Zezay, and we were like hyper on the phone teehee. Melly also talked to Zezay on the phone. It was sooo random hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Frisbee with Jazmi, Raihan, Rahimah and Heirna. Jazmi was using Faruq's crocs though. Ewww. The frisbee fell into the drain, so Hanafi had to pick it up. It was both scary and funny, cos like if Jazmi and Rahimah let go, Hanafi's hand would snap in half =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I had a pleasant surprise. My dog named Sweet Potato Bunny was back! My dad found him at last and brought him home, thank goodness. I missed my lil' Sweet Potato, even though he was gone for only half a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to play with Precious' puppies, who haven't been given any names yet. I'm thinking of Lion, Lioness and Cougar. I have to discuss with my brother as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I helped my parents with the &lt;strong&gt;Jambu&lt;/strong&gt;s. The jambus are ripe and delicious. The best way to eat it is with dark thick soya sauce mixed with sugar. Mmmm~ The best thing about the jambu is that there are no preservatives, and that the tree was planted by my late grandmother in my own house compound. Hopefully the flowers would bloom for Hau when she returns, just like what the Mata Kucing tree did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it. Don't say I don't blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-2188116257487119190?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2188116257487119190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=2188116257487119190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2188116257487119190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2188116257487119190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/05/ptm-special-olympics.html' title='PTM &amp; Special Olympics'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/25tatg9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4240211587078070321</id><published>2009-04-19T05:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:16:13.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>It's official - the hard disk that I dropped konked out. My dad did everything a technician would do, but failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to think positive. At least he gave me a new one along with DVD RAMS for photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview part two is commencing, though I haven't even blogged about interview part one. I still haven't got the call for interview part two, which I heard is much harder than interview part one. Bleh. Maybe I won't blog about it. Duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I attended a birthday party and saw my infamous Physics teacher, Mr C, when I went shopping. Of course, he wasn't alone. He was with Mr J and Mr D, two other teachers from my school. So typical. I always knew that if I'd see one of them, there would be more. Mr C immediately asked me whether I knew how to cook when he saw me grabbing a bag of potatoes. I said I could in a very matter-of-fact tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr D was talking to my sister, since he taught her before. Sigh, to think that my sister would be going back to UK today and then I would be all bored again. If anyone's noticed, my e-life has slacked drastically since my sister came back. I rarely chatted on MSN or even checked Facebook. We actually went out shopping often, buying things we don't need for each other XD Now I'm quite broke D: But Hau, I hope you enjoy Mr. Nameless Cow toy/pillow thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to blog at least once a week on Friday, Saturday or Sunday. Weekdays are too hectic (blame the homework). Monthly tests are coming up as well. My Stats test was okay and I'm sure more than half the class would pass this one since my teacher only gave us questions from the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, my physics test. Something pretty easy turned out wrong for the whole Physics students population. We did not judge well. The paper was tricky, and my assumptions that I would get at least 80% was completely wrong. I got 60%, a very low mark imho, though I was one of the few who survived it without fail. Thank god. I sat for the paper two days in advance since I knew I had an interview on that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from school life, I think Susan Boyle shocked the whole world :P I honestly loved her from the start since my sister mentioned that she reminded her of my previous teacher, who, despite her looks or age, was truly amazing. I agreed. Even Simon looked as if he fell in love with Susan when he started singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some fangirling. I managed to convince my sister enough to make her fall in love with DBSK. DBSK, or with the various names such as Tohoshinki, Dong Bang Shin Ki and Tong Vfang Xien Qi, is a Korean boy band. It is thanks to them that I took an interest in Korean Language and Cultures. I can even count to ten! (and then using that to count further!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino-Korean Counting : il i sam sa o yuk chil pal gu ship&lt;br /&gt;Pure Korean Counting : hana dul set net tasot yusot ilgop yodolp ahop yol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've romanized the whole of Super Junior's Why I Like You! It was fun, though at some times you feel so frustrated when you make errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why I Like You Romanization&lt;br /&gt;TVreul keomyeon deulrineun sesang yaegideuleun eoggaereul cheojige uulhage haedo&lt;br /&gt;oneul achim geudae aju malgeun maksorineun I do I do I do yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nal wanbeokhage, naega salagage, nareul usge haneun dan hanaui iyu yeah-&lt;br /&gt;geudaega issdaneun geos yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*geudaega geudaega nan geudaega "saranghae saranghae neul saranghae" nago malhal ttae nareul mitge doae&lt;br /&gt;geudaega geudaega nan geudaega gamanhi gamanhi nae nuneul bomeo useul ttae nado usge dwae niga joheun iyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manhgo manheun saramdeul nareul molnajwodo eoggaereul jwak pyeoge deo jasinissge haejul&lt;br /&gt;naui dan han saram saranghaneun nae saram My U My U My U yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheoimboda jomdeo, eojeboda jomdeo, oneuleun deo geudaereul deo saranghage dwan iyu girl-&lt;br /&gt;uri dului bimil yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*geudaega geudaega nan geudaega "saranghae saranghae neul saranghae" nago malhal ttae nareul mitge dwae&lt;br /&gt;geudaega geudaega nan geudaega naeyeope naeyeope dagawa naege gidael ttae hameul eotge dwae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dajeonghan miso, seksihan nunbich, eongttunghan yaegi nalssi bakkwadeus ttaeron jimjando hal su eopseo yeah-&lt;br /&gt;issneun geudaero kkumiji anngneun sarangseureoun naui geudaega neoya, naui geudaega neoya yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*geudaega geudaega nan geudaega "saranghae saranghae neul saranghae" nago malhal ttae nareul mitge dwae&lt;br /&gt;geudaega geudaega nan geudaega gamanhi gamanhi nae nuneul bomeo useul ttae nado usge dwae niga joheun iyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geudaega geudaega nan geudaega "saranghae saranghae neul saranghae" nago malhal ttae nareul mitge dwae&lt;br /&gt;geudaega geudaega nan geudaega naeyeope naeyeope dagawa naege gidael ttae hameul eotge dwae niga joheun&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romanization of the lyrics helped me to remember and sing them well. I'm so proud of myself ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out yesterday that Jac's in Singapore :O Good luck in your endeavours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to sleep again since I've to wake up in about 40 minutes. Dim Sum at Dynasty seems like a treat :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4240211587078070321?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4240211587078070321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4240211587078070321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4240211587078070321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4240211587078070321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7806815509020251466</id><published>2009-04-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:50:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>She sat by the phone, waiting. Waiting. Her inner fears began to haunt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone. Unwanted. Rejected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension increased. Days had passed and still there was no call for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave, leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone had been called already, including those who got far worse than herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could not comprehend. Her mind was clouded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear, anxiety, stress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing how others had struggled through it, she wanted to get it done and over with. She was already prepared. Books, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still no call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, including her life, depended on this call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up what&amp;#8217;s happening to me lately. I&amp;#8217;m still waiting for a call to notify me of when my interview would be held.&lt;br /&gt;I went for the launching of World Autism Day by SMARTER Brunei at UBD yesterday. The kids, though suffering from autism, were so hyper and cute. Especially the twins there. Unfortunately I felt bad looking at them. Like I said to my friend, Melly(vin) yesterday, we visitors were treating the kids there like animals at a zoo. People took pictures of them, laughed at them, etcf. I noticed a child being restless because he was uncomfortable with the huge amounts of people coming his way, staring at him. His &amp;#8216;teachers&amp;#8217; kept controlling him to behave well but he couldn&amp;#8217;t because he wasn&amp;#8217;t used to large crowds. When I saw this I thought, &lt;em&gt;isn&amp;#8217;t staring at them in a showcase equivalent to violating their rights?&lt;/em&gt; Of course, I couldn&amp;#8217;t do anything about it. All I could do was to move away to hopefully, ease his mood by an insignificant bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, the AS English students and I tried to persuade our teacher to not hold the class at all. As expected, he didn&amp;#8217;t relent. He told us that we&amp;#8217;d be having lessons in the computer lab. Of course, people who aren&amp;#8217;t tied to the computer labs daily we&amp;#8217;re thrilled. I, on the other hand, despised the lab. It was filthy, rarely maintained and completely unfit for human living. The floors were broken, the chairs were in questionable condition and rubbish was all over the floor. I prefer a certain lab over all the rest, simply because Ms. R cleans it well (and I helped before too!) and ensures that her students do not mess it up. With that she has my utmost respect.&lt;br /&gt;Korean Culture Club yesterday was a disaster. I got back from the field trip at 11.15, fifteen minutes late to enter the club. My teacher was screaming her way (which, I got used to last year) about how she hated it that parents complained about KCC being a &amp;#8216;useless&amp;#8217; club. Of course, being greeted with screams and shouts were what I despised most, and so I showed my disapproval by having a silent protest against my friend, who scolded me as well. I then moved on to &amp;#8216;emo&amp;#8217; mode where I just sat down and stared blankly at the piece of paper filled with Korean Vowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually regret joining the club. As opposed to others who enjoy it, I felt left out. I don&amp;#8217;t know everyone, I&amp;#8217;ve missed two whole months because I joined BGIC and also, I didn&amp;#8217;t get what was going on. I should have joined swimming, but because I know how my mother fears me swimming without her or my father&amp;#8217;s guidance, I decided against it and opted for any other club available. Ruq said that he&amp;#8217;d join KCC, and because I was secretly obsessing over TVXQ, I joined it as well. I should have joined Japanese instead, or continued with karate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve got to clean the house now. My amah (domestic helper) has finally returned to Indonesia (thank God for that!) and so now I&amp;#8217;ve got to help my mother with the housework. And later Melvin&amp;#8217;s coming over for help on Macromedia Flash so I&amp;#8217;ve got to do what a senior gotta do. Help him. Thank goodness he just lives 3 simpangs (road junctions) away. I can easily drop him off XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7806815509020251466?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7806815509020251466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7806815509020251466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7806815509020251466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7806815509020251466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/04/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-700572938761836509</id><published>2009-02-16T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:07:17.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead. or alive?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, my blog is so dead. I just don't have the mood. It's as if I don't care anymore. I've lost passion for blogging. It's been two months since my last entry. What have I done all this time? Well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wrestled a giant squid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The squid spurted black ink all over me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It then squeezed out all my brain juices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brain haz diedz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2283/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1345342_2065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's giving me the I don't believe you look :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Oinkity, I lied. I'm sorry. I'll tell the truth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was great! I love having all the family times and everything. Yea!! I just don't like leeches though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my favourite photos from CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2080/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1296485_8034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2080/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1296491_9638.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo - my family and two of my cousins with my nephews and niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2080/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1296496_1062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2080/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1296498_1626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerold, Sherard and Ah Meng koko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say, my friends only open house this year sucked, big time. Out of the 20 over people that I invited, only 6 turned up. And all are from MS. You old buddies abandoned me! *cries* Some gave me lame excuses like forgetting it was the day or my address or even not having my phone number (pssh, I gave my number 3 years ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2283/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1345318_4644.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my darlin' ♥ x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2283/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1345321_5527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;s&gt;1-wk before Chiken Pox, Faruki&lt;/s&gt; Faruq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2283/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1345322_5824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My divorced ex-lover, Aini ♥ Our divorce papers are the O Level Statement of Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2283/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1345323_6143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wana, my registration classmate and 'happy' friend. Kyahahah ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2283/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1345324_6440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah, who I always yell at for being so small, and she'd tell me I'm too big (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After most of them went back, we got all dorky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2283/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1345339_1104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gals even became Faruq's "angels" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2283/232/35/549788747/n549788747_1345340_1409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day practice? It's hellish. We marched from 3pm to 5pm in the beginning and after that it was re-scheduled to 1.30pm to 4pm. Horrible. I used sunblock, courtesy of Zee and Teeeeeeeeqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2266/75/36/810269770/n810269770_1260025_8581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey bunny Zee, Melvin, Me and &lt;s&gt;Si Pendek&lt;/s&gt; Halim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with part of Chinatown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2266/75/36/810269770/n810269770_1260026_8831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia, Sabrina, Hui Yi, Sharon, Melvin, Me. Gosh we're so red :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from these thingamabobs, I'm joining BGIC this year again :) I hope to see some familiar faces though, but that's kinda impossible :( So I'm hoping now that my reso will pass in committee and GA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been nominated as one of the candidates for S.C. Pres. I want the position for various reasons and slightly because of politics. Honestly speaking, I don't care how things turn out. Regardless if I get it or not, all I know is the important thing is that I'm still true to myself. Oh yeah, I have a speech to make tomorrow for that slot, and so wish me all the best. I will try my best to impress the admin teachers :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, M.S.-ians please check out &lt;a href="http://thepurplemarket.blogspot.com/"&gt;thepurplemarket.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's officially approved by the school and such but before I go into further detail, CLICK THE DARN LINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Fiz, I'm giving you free advertising :B&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I think I might redo my blog design. It's getting boring :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-700572938761836509?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/700572938761836509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=700572938761836509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/700572938761836509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/700572938761836509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead. or alive?'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8414385775487978578</id><published>2008-12-03T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:40:48.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme meme meme</title><content type='html'>OMG BABIES ARE CUTE AND I'VE GOT ONE MORE NIECE. NOW THERE ARE 3 BABIES BELOW THE AGE OF ONE IN THE LIM/TAN FAMILY. WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was my gathering on Tuesday 25/11? One word explains it all, SYIOK. My assistant in helping it all happen, Teen, managed to call a lot of people over but only a few turned up. Thank you Jac, Barry, Brian, Shu En and Shining for coming, and most of all Teen for helping me! Oh and thanks to Jac and Teen's brother for transporting them. I'm glad you all finished most of the food! I didn't expect it to deplete at such a rate! Shi Ning and Shu En played the laptops while teen and I moved from laptop to PS2. While playing PS2 with the guys, it was clear that I sucked at playing NFS carbon. We played cards too, though we only managed to play one game. Conclusion: Brian sucks at bullshitting in the game of Bluff, though we called it Bullshit. We then had ice-cream and then we DDR-ed. DDR was fun, I totally pwned them until my leg was nearly cramp! :P Then one by one they all went home (in groups). Overall I had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to the mall. I first went to school early in the morning and decided to skip the prize award rehearsals. I already know the procedure, so I didn't really bother. Daddy dropped me off at Teen's house at 10ish. Before going to the Mall, I accompanied Teen and her family to buy textbooks for her sister. Then her mom treated me to delicious Miso soup! Thanks Auntie :D Then we went to the Mall. We met up with the gang and everyone kinda split up. I ate some weird ice-cream at Snow House. I shared with Teen the delicious mango thingy! :D *note to self, bring family there soon* We went to Jaya after that to help Teen shop for Prom stuffs. After that we went to Guardian and then finally back to the mall where we bough tickets (I paid the $60 and everyone paid me. ohoho) and after that we went shopping around before watching Quarantine. I chickened out and covered my ears most of the time. After that we helped Kevin C to buy his prom clothes. So last minute =_=" After shopping for all that we were treated to dinner by his dad. Thanks uncle! :D I had to face the music when I got home since it was late, but it was quite worth it. Thanks everyone for a great day. I know most of you are leaving to study abroad, but I do hope we'll meet soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I got pissed off by a fellow schoolmate who I wish to strangle or kick with all my might. I know I don't get along well with this said person, but I really want my activity to run smoothly AND I DONT WANT YOU TO TAKE THE CREDIT OR MESS WITH ME SINCE I'M ONE HECK OF A MONSTER. URGH. Some weird conversation happened between me and Big Mama, and yeah. It was a great day, but became so-so after certain events. Bleargh. What a way to end the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Millenium on Sunday with Nee they all. Sarah and Hanson are cute!!! We saw Daus and his family. I overate I guess, and ended up with an upset stomach. The food was good though. BREAD PUDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, went shopping with mummy for loadsa stuff while Tarap went out with his friends. Bought guitar stuff at Contessa. Cashier-aunty was mummy's ex-student O_O She gave me a $2 discount off the capo. I still got $82 from my bday money to spend. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hau tagged me. BLEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the relationship of you with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sistahz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 impression towards him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur, Huggable *evil grin*, Poke-able, bug-able, lovable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable thing that she/he said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi Pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable thing that she/he have done to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me bite her? Idk. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If she/he becomes your lover, you will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh. Everyone among the dongois knows we're incest. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If she/he becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry a river of tears. We're lovers, mmkay? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If she/he becomes your love, she/he has to improve on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible, but bleh, improve on romance speeches and ways to flirt with me LOL EWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If she/he becomes your enemy, the reason is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit her again. DARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most desirable things to do on him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The overall impression on him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU DOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you think people around you feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat aggressive monster? I don't give a shit. Hate me all you want because I'm me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The character of you about yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Don't really get it but I'm scary 24/7 ... unless you assign me babies to babysit or play with. I turn stupid and go all baby-talk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On contrary, the character of yourself you hate is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too scary? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most ideal person you wanna be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself and i. I just want hau's bodyshape LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the people who care about you and likes you, say something about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGGER OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 people you tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teen&lt;br /&gt;2. Ika&lt;br /&gt;3. Izzah F.&lt;br /&gt;4. Izzah S.&lt;br /&gt;5. Syidah&lt;br /&gt;6. Hanafi&lt;br /&gt;7. Effie&lt;br /&gt;8. Farah&lt;br /&gt;9. Zakian&lt;br /&gt;10. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is No. 2 having relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. 3 is a female or male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot babe! FEMALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If No. 7 and No. 10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there might be casualties or something. It's hard to imagine O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about No. 5 and No. 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're friends, but both gals. Impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is No. 1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to! I'll miss her when she flies off~ :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is No. 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea. I'm no snoop on people's personal lives.. sometimes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say Something about No. 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay. Give me back my money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH DO THIS MEME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8414385775487978578?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8414385775487978578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8414385775487978578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8414385775487978578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8414385775487978578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/12/meme-meme-meme.html' title='Meme meme meme'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8152655645113075256</id><published>2008-11-18T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:00:41.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Post-Exam Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee style="font-size: 250%;"&gt;HEY PEEPS! DIDCHA MISS ME?! =D&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first - I've a plan for you &lt;strong&gt;people who came over during CNY&lt;/strong&gt; (and those who were invited but couldn't make it). Let's all gather at my house on a particular day (&lt;em&gt;undecided as of now~!&lt;/em&gt;) for a day filled with activities (kinda similar to CNY though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?! :D Of course, I'm &lt;strong&gt;excluding MS people&lt;/strong&gt;, not because you suck or anything, but I see you so often that it's boring! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to determine the date, and I haven't asked a special someone to help me to ask people =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have to go to school (maybe I'll skip school that day, so the date's undetermined until I go for the meeting, but yeah) you guys can come over early. Like around &lt;strong&gt;eight or nine o'clock&lt;/strong&gt; onwards until maybe around &lt;strong&gt;6 PM&lt;/strong&gt; (or more). My plan is that we all either &lt;strong&gt;cook, play games or end up watching movies&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehe. Well basically boys that come early would play games instead, unless they want to &lt;strong&gt;show off their culinary skills&lt;/strong&gt;. Pfft =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating we'd play the PS2 and cards, just like during CNY. And oh~ playing with my puppies too! Be warned that I've a nearly furless dog with half a tail (the bone's sticking out). We might play other things (like computer games, etc). YOU CAN BRING YOUR OWN GAMES TOO! I've a TV downstairs so if you want to play PS2 while others want to DDR, I'd suggest you bring along your own PS2 console. One of my PS2 Controllers is rather faulty (make that two, since the symbol buttons doesn't work miracles anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should probably know my msn email, &lt;strong&gt;chienyee[number without spaces]THREE NINE ONE[/number]@live.com&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll give you details as soon as I can give them. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you deserve to come, I know you and that you're from SAS, well, I'll think about it =P I'm not sure if I'd be able to cook for more than 10 people, my family included, so yeah. I'll determine it later =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall today with the PRYNSA people. It was fun. Rina ahh ;D Rhona pendek! =P Some were being a couple *coughcough* Some had big problems like prom. I just had fun today, watching Madagascar 2. &lt;strong&gt;I LIKE TO MOVE IT, MOVE IT! YOU LIKE TO MOVE IT, MOVE IT. I LIKE TO.. MOVE IT!&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks Rina for your cuddly time and dancing XD Thanks Rhona and... OMG I FORGOT HER NAME, for accompanying me today =D Thanks Shu Yee, Elena, Lien Fah and Kuen for their heated discussion at CheezeBox. Well, thanks PRYNSA 10 people who attended =) NO THANKS FOR EXAM DISCUSSIONS =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling asleep lately XD I'm just dead beat. I feel like being a party animal, and start disco-ing! Where's my &lt;a href="http://prettygoodprose.blogspot.com/"&gt;pet dog&lt;/a&gt; when I need &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; him?!! Haha. I wanna Karaoke with you again, &lt;a href="http://prettygoodprose.blogspot.com/"&gt;DOG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school tomorrow. I don't think I want to, but then it would be nice to catch up with some people since I've not talked to them in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, try to analyze your blogging gender at &lt;a href="http://www.genderanalyzer.com/"&gt;Gender Analyzer&lt;/a&gt; as well. This would be really fun! =P Some people ended up with the wrong gender haha! Thanks &lt;a href="http://prettygoodprose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hau&lt;/a&gt; for the link =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LASTLY, LISTEN TO CARRIE UNDERWOOD. I LOVE HER SINGING!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8152655645113075256?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8152655645113075256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8152655645113075256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8152655645113075256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8152655645113075256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-post-exam-plans.html' title='My Post-Exam Plans'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-5668311406108129276</id><published>2008-11-15T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:13:02.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't</title><content type='html'>Please end all your thoughts of me getting results like my sister. I want to get that too, but judging from how suckish most papers are for me, I think I won't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Ah well. Sometimes I better just shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-5668311406108129276?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5668311406108129276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=5668311406108129276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5668311406108129276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5668311406108129276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-dont.html' title='Please don&apos;t'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-762922409526506339</id><published>2008-10-16T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:15:50.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertain me!</title><content type='html'>I went to Nabil's grandparents house the other day. Sara was there too, and she's simply adorable. I got these photos from Wun (yes, I'm a paedophile who is stalking these two lovely babies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/th_Photo0417.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/th_DSCN0845.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/th_DSCN0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's this? And lookie at what he's wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/DSCN0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the sweet &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gobloon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; days. Remember them, Hau? Wun used to tell Henry, "Look! It's the Gobloon!" Here are a pic I got from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/dbeauty.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even had pictures when we were at the airport, saying bye bye to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/th_Photo0338.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/th_Photo0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you're dying to see a family photo! (without you that is, mehehehe) XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/DSCN0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still as fascinated about vampires like before. Today I watched a movie with my family about Chinese vampires. It was hilarious, although I screamed once (when they didn’t scream at all). I only scream when I don’t pay enough attention and it’s hard multitasking when one of the tasks involve studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also got an addiction to Tohoshinki, otherwise known as DBSK or TVXQ. I’m still mesmerized by the beauty of JaeJoong’s (Hero) face, although I do admit he looks rather girly. Blame the MV for their song Hug which caused me to like him. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d recommend their Japanese song &lt;em&gt;Doushite Kimi Wo Suki Ni Natte Shimattandarou&lt;/em&gt; a lot. &lt;em&gt;Choosey Lover&lt;/em&gt; is also a favourite. As for their Korean songs, I like &lt;em&gt;Balloons&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Holding Back the Tears&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Hug&lt;/em&gt;. I’d super recommend their latest song, &lt;em&gt;Mirotic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with fangirling over Tohoshinki. Now onto anime. I’ve been watching &lt;em&gt;Ayakashi, Japanese Classic Horror Story&lt;/em&gt; without knowing that it was more towards PG 18 and that my cousin told me to delete it after I finished downloading it. I decided to just watch about Oiwa and then I deleted the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also watched Natsume Yuukinchou, Yakushiji Ryoko No Kaiki Jikenbo, Kamen no Maid Guy and Monochrome. Monochrome is said to be a gay anime though, because the two main characters (males) keep blushing etc etc. Shirogane is beautiful though. *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from movies, I’ve also been playing games. I was playing Spore today, and my creature is called Enaika. I don’t know why I called it that, but ah well. I installed Spore on another computer, but then that computer doesn’t have any internet connection (since it’s custom made and all, plus we’re too lazy to buy wireless adapters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played The Sims 2 last night. Apparently I was feeling absolutely morbid, and I ended up killing each and every one in the household. I starved them and only left one person in the end. Poor guy though, I allowed him to live, only in a room with minimal space (3×1 squares) and he was surrounded by 5 urns. I removed the door, and he eventually died there after seeing the ghost of his grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto real business. I did 2 Additonal Maths papers today, and managed to score 80% overall. This isn’t good, since I want at least 90%. I also studied computer, and managed to finally memorize the System Life Cycle. If only I remembered the cycle during my last exam, I would’ve at least scored an A and beat the crap out of &lt;a href="http://theblueblackblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that I’ve gotten my results slip back two days ago (and it still had errors, so I resubmitted it to the Academic Dept) and I’m number one. Obviously I’m pleased, seeing that homework does pay off. The two boys who got higher than me in the qualifying exams didn’t get number one because they didn’t do their homework, and they failed that score. My mom was overjoyed, and she told me, “Here’s a chocolate. Now study.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nearly 1am and I don’t feel inclined to study now, so I’m off to sleep. Hopefully I’ll have a peaceful night and not feel like a waterfall again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-762922409526506339?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/762922409526506339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=762922409526506339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/762922409526506339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/762922409526506339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/10/entertain-me.html' title='Entertain me!'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/etcphotos/th_dbeauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-5407260058953953762</id><published>2008-10-04T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:20:19.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship contract renewed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Wanna be friends (or u want bestfriends) again? x) The service fee is cheap. only $100 per renewal of contract.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deal came up. $150 it is. (no, I'm serious... not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;I have a few terms and conditions...&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;no being selfish to each other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*censored*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need cash, u give (you still owe me money...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if i am angry, punch me in the shoulder and say, "cool it, bitch"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be nice to kids! (absolutely random) =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't ever ever forget my chocolate cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let me call you the nickname I gave last year (which was gay, but who cares, right?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inform each other when we are angry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Study our asses off to get scholarships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how the friendship contract was signed. And the official start of the contract is when school reopens. I can't wait. My &lt;s&gt;live wallet&lt;/s&gt; friend will be nearby now, not like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to mummy's colleague's house, and yeah, it was okay. Didn't like the place though. Very slippery floors with loadsa carpets. Ah well. For money, it was worth it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School reopens in a few days and I've not done my homework. Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-5407260058953953762?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5407260058953953762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=5407260058953953762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5407260058953953762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5407260058953953762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendship-contract-renewed.html' title='Friendship contract renewed.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-391956328513359451</id><published>2008-10-02T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:38:33.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I took a deep breath...</title><content type='html'>... and walked around Hua Ho Manggis. &lt;i&gt;He was there&lt;/i&gt;, I knew it. But I needed to confirm my doubts, so I quickly excused myself to the soft drinks section to get a carton of Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted that person yet again. I tried to catch up with him, but he moved in the opposite direction of the soft drinks corner. My eyes were fixated on the person. Why was there a sense of deja vu when I saw him? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly emptied my trolley onto a nearby box to unload the 24 bottles of Cola into the trolley. I glanced around. I still felt that I was being stared at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked around the supermarket, I felt that I was being stared at. Feeling uneasy, I proceeded to grab even more snacks that I had originally planned to get (which was nil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the blue shirt walked past the aisle again. That was about the 4th time the person walked past me. Soon it was time to pay the bills. Halfway unloading the things onto the counter, the person walked out, following two ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence was wrong. Coincidence was meeting the person thrice in a day. Stalking was more than that. There was an eerie feeling to all of this. I felt like I was vulnerable to attacks anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;Someone went manggis today, didn't she?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doubts were cleared. It was someone I knew, studying in my ex-school, in the same form, and used to be my classmate. (I'm narrowing it down for you readers to guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;I saw you more than 10 times, blinded by your food, by your eggs, by your coke, by snacks.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shizzazle. Busted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff"&gt;This post was dedicated to BB, the one who was featured in the previous post :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well I didn't greet that person, but I was having this uncanny feeling that it was him after all. Too bad I missed out on a chance to punch the daylights out of him. Well, there's always next time, and that thought is reassuring me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Uncle Hj Roslan's house today for Hari Raya. The food was as usual, delicious. I love their soto, like usual. Tarap was kinda shy to talk to him (his DP kaliah) but otherwise, we had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hua Ho to do some shopping. We paid the bills first though. And I thought there was a HSBC ATM machine there, but there wasn't. Ah well, so much for having the mood to deposit money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got home, ate daddy's tapioca with sugar, mummy's delicious Tapioca kuih, ice-cream and drank mango juice. Nothing out of the norm, especially since my maid was out until 4pm. She came back halfway during our teatime, and still reeked really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my room, read New Moon (currently at page 243) and I must admit, I'm hooked to the book. I'm in love with vampires, and that's not because of Edward Cullen. It's mostly because of my strange fascination to them since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner, and continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDIL FITRI! MAAF ZAHIR BATIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc: Highlight this entry to see the identity of the unknown guy in the blue shirt :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-391956328513359451?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/391956328513359451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=391956328513359451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/391956328513359451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/391956328513359451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-took-deep-breath.html' title='I took a deep breath...'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6542806439917855866</id><published>2008-09-30T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:16:38.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Oinkity.</title><content type='html'>I was really annoyed at studying, so I decided to illustrate based on my scribble :) I then had a brainstorm, and this is the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o269/dTsuyu/love-pig.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Oinkity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, Hau, you can steal this graphic because you love Oinkity too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life has been uneventful so far. I just know that I spent the whole of last night (towards midnight time) chatting with a certain someone &lt;i&gt;(not pointing at anyone, BB)&lt;/i&gt; about songs &amp; singers, O Levels, gays &amp; hamsap guys, Maple and ways to reduce weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy reading this conversation :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: wat more do u want&lt;br /&gt;Me: i want a handsome straight dude who is a smartass&lt;br /&gt;Person: lols you can't find that easily&lt;br /&gt;Me: damn lols&lt;br /&gt;Person: smartarses may be handsome but they just don't want to show it lols&lt;br /&gt;Me: lols, dw INSERTNAMEHERE, you're both ugly and stupid&lt;br /&gt;Person: hey i'm ugly and nice; ur big n round like a roly poly&lt;br /&gt;Me: ouch that's gonna change man, after o levels i'm dieting and doing sports&lt;br /&gt;Person: how??&lt;br /&gt;Me: im gonna lose 22 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Person: u wudnt last&lt;br /&gt;Me: i wud&lt;br /&gt;Person: u cant girl&lt;br /&gt;Me: i can! at least losing 10 pounds is gud enuf&lt;br /&gt;Person: when u head off to uk ull gain more pounds&lt;br /&gt;Me: i'll cook vegetables!!! damn i nid to b stick thin to seduces guys to give me money wahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;Person: dream on flubber girl&lt;br /&gt;Me: nooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Person: ur blubberiness&lt;br /&gt;Me: noooooooooooooooooooo u lieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Person: blubber&lt;br /&gt;Me: im slim and sexy lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Person: good for insulating&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol i nearly barfed at that remark&lt;br /&gt;Person: yea if u peel off ur fats&lt;br /&gt;Me: liposuction lols&lt;br /&gt;Person: nice&lt;br /&gt;Me: suck out the fats&lt;br /&gt;Person: u want bacteria in u&lt;br /&gt;Me: cut d excess skin... mb i go for those pills with parasitic worms.. let it eat me&lt;br /&gt;Person: lols&lt;br /&gt;Me: den i'll b slim lols or snake skin juice.. i heard it has the potential to cause slimming... i don bid botox tho...&lt;br /&gt;Person: lols&lt;br /&gt;Me: lols&lt;br /&gt;Person: i prefer the manual way... plus u dont have wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;Me: lols&lt;br /&gt;Person: why do u even consider botox when u shud get collagen aha&lt;br /&gt;Me: lols collagen is abundant in chicken feet&lt;br /&gt;Person: i hope dat liposuction of yours absorb all ur fats till there is nthn left of u&lt;br /&gt;Me: its not absorb its sucking out&lt;br /&gt;Person: aha watever. suck out till u no more fats, make u weak&lt;br /&gt;Me: lols i don mind aha den i can go shopping n buy loadsa dresses cos i dont have many lols&lt;br /&gt;Person: make u lie in bed for years... u do noe dat fats r needed for vitamins to be absorbed&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah but im ok with that cos i wanna b stick thin den i can b a model n be famous, act in a movie, sing songs lols &lt;br /&gt;Person: if u dont have fats ur body will eat u up; will take the remaining nutrients in ur body to make dat fat den eventually u become fat agen. c d cycle that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Me: lols man i nid a foolproof method.. after exams ill ddr all day&lt;br /&gt;Person: sauna&lt;br /&gt;Me: lols i don like aha&lt;br /&gt;Person: and ddr&lt;br /&gt;Me: i wanna ddr n run with my dogs. mb go swimming provided im allowed lols&lt;br /&gt;Person: play bball at ___'s house so u can b slim like ____&lt;br /&gt;Me: thats a gud idea but r u expecting a miracle? xp&lt;br /&gt;Person: i dno.. well she never was rolypoly like &lt;br /&gt;Me: ouch man... shaddap when uve reached ur limit&lt;br /&gt;Person: aha rolypoly oly&lt;br /&gt;Me: nooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Person: round n round&lt;br /&gt;Me: nooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Person: im fat&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahahahaha hahahahaha its impossible lols&lt;br /&gt;Person: dam&lt;br /&gt;Me: u get some fats frm me pls =D&lt;br /&gt;Person: im ___kgs i need to be 30 aha&lt;br /&gt;Me: O_O!! ur ___kgs?!!! impossible&lt;br /&gt;Person: yeah why not&lt;br /&gt;Me: you look like 48 kgs =X&lt;br /&gt;Person: wtf that wud make me lighter than most of d girls in my class fool&lt;br /&gt;Me: 59 kgs was my weight 2 yrs ago&lt;br /&gt;Person: im a guy ok&lt;br /&gt;Me: okae okae&lt;br /&gt;Person: ur 59 kgs was pure fats&lt;br /&gt;Me: T_T&lt;br /&gt;Person: my 59kg consists of growing bones n muscles&lt;br /&gt;Me: 5% muscles plz, bones 30% fats 65% lols&lt;br /&gt;Person: ur bones rnt dat heavy&lt;br /&gt;Me: im big boned okay&lt;br /&gt;Person: big boned n so&lt;br /&gt;Me: heavy mah&lt;br /&gt;Person: ur no hilary duff ok&lt;br /&gt;Me: my bone density shows it &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a lot more, but then up till this point should suffice as entertainment for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, hi there &lt;a href="http://theblueblackblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Star Whore boy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6542806439917855866?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6542806439917855866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6542806439917855866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6542806439917855866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6542806439917855866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-oinkity.html' title='I love Oinkity.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-946753948233693806</id><published>2008-09-17T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:23:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vexel</title><content type='html'>Another attempt at vexelling, seeing that my skills are super rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/33xhs94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, news update! I skipped school today because it's Khattam al-Quran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;a href="http://nafii-untitled.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nafi&lt;/a&gt; is still gay =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-946753948233693806?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/946753948233693806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=946753948233693806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/946753948233693806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/946753948233693806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/09/vexel.html' title='Vexel'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/33xhs94_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-1071999912479231279</id><published>2008-09-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:51:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orals are over at last!</title><content type='html'>So I ended my orals with English on Saturday. Here are things that I recall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading the passage. I think I went too fast, but then the examiners decided to scare me. "Your reading was terrible." I panicked a bit, but then they said, "Just kidding." So much for worrying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Examiner: So who do you think is more good looking among us two?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's hard to say... Everyone looks the same. Besides, if I had to choose, one would be biased when it comes to results, no? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic was about books, so we talked about Roald Dahl, and then movie on The Witches. I said I didn't watch television but used my computer more frequently instead. I told them about my fascination with programming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Examiner: Can you animate using Macromedia Flash?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yes, I've done that before, but only twice. I joined Inforama, and managed to get fourth place last year and first place this year, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;Examiner: Unfortunately?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no, you're mistaken. I said fortunately. It would be wrong to say unfortunately, since I wanted to win all along.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they asked me what I wanted to do in future, and where I'd have my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: If granted a scholarship, I'd like to pursue my university education in the University of Edinburgh. The campus is really lovely, and it reminds me of those medieval eras and I love those stories.&lt;br /&gt;Examiner: Of course it's lovely. Scotland is a lovely country, and I graduated from there &lt;em&gt;*straightens tie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: Then I'll make you my role model temporarily to get good grades for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Examiners laugh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examiner talked about campus life, Tony Blair and so forth. And then time was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Examiners: Alright, you may go now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, that's it? I somehow expected it to be longer.&lt;br /&gt;Examiners: If you don't mind spending another ten minutes with us, you can. But we're not sure if your grades will be for the better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then I hope it's for the better. Anyways, thank you very much. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I like to lighten the mood occasionally. I do hope I do well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-1071999912479231279?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1071999912479231279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=1071999912479231279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1071999912479231279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1071999912479231279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/09/orals-are-over-at-last.html' title='Orals are over at last!'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-3663410021855345132</id><published>2008-09-06T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:43:55.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday(s)</title><content type='html'>Well, I've celebrated my birthday on the 28th and the 3rd. We went to Emperor's Court on the 28th when Hau was still in Brunei. The food was delicious :D After that we went super shopping. On the 3rd, I had a really lovely cake baked by my mother, and my candle was... a match my dad stuck into the cake O_O Nonetheless the cake was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my orals on that day. I still am worried and stressed about it, because I stammered too much. The irony of it all - My topic was about computers. I'm supposed to be an expert, yet I cannot manage it. Ah well, at least the examiners were nice. It still puzzles me as to why one of them asked if my mother was a teacher. I guess my mom is really famous in the teaching world or something. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I went to I Lotus because Ms Lee wanted to lanja us for PRYNSA stuffs. She brought along her boyfriend / fiance (not too sure) and yeah, it was a really enjoyable dinner. Our table (Me, Anna, Malcolm, Olly, Nani, Ms Lee, Ms Lee's bf) ate rather slowly, but the other table (Faruq, Izzah, Hazwani, Hafiz, Wee Kiat, Safwan, Dinie) were eating ravenously. The amount of food depleted within a blink of an eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the messages everyone, including those sent at midnight which caused me to wake up thrice before I finally switched off my phone. I had orals peeps and I needed a good night's rest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, we non muslims had to stay in 5M because the Muslims were having Tadarus (sp?) I watched Special A because I was that bored, and then towards the end of the time, my English teacher asked me to play chess. I didn't do any thinking, but it irked me that he had to think so long just to play. I guess that is what professional chess players do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was to celebrate Ai Nee jiejie's birthday in advance. It was really fun. Heng Soon was really cute, and all he did was sleep the night through. The cakes were sugoi. Apparently Wun and Nee bought it at Top Bake. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wun's present to Nee was a durian cake. It was really delicious and tasted of durian. Nee bought fruit cake. We tapaued the durian cakes home :D Imagine me burping my way through malay tuition during puasa. Well, take that image off your head because I didin't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to tuition in the morning. I met Siti and we both discussed about exams. We were talking passionately about it, since teacher didn't come and give us work yet. I felt sleepy during tuition because I was so drained from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went to Teen's house! Happy 17th Bday, Teen! I hope you like your pressie :D I had loadsa fun. I got wet :) I played bball n ddr, it was really fun. Thanks for inviting me over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a subbed version of Ep 22 for Special A. I really want to watch it D= Hikari+Kei combo is really really getting hot xD I'll just live with Azumanga Daioh for now. I'm too terrified to watch Ghost Hound even though it isn't all too scary. I just hate the sound effects XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-3663410021855345132?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3663410021855345132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=3663410021855345132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3663410021855345132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3663410021855345132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthdays.html' title='Happy birthday(s)'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6670164000846454225</id><published>2008-08-30T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:03:04.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Too many things to talk about, hence I leave this titleless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hau is, right now, on the plane, probably happy that she's on a flight with free food provided whenever she wants, and in a safe distance away from me. Riiight. Anyways, donkey, see you in nine months. If you read this, well I DIDN'T CRY AT ALL! XD This is one heck of an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on my courseowkr project, but I'm taking a break. I'm freezing cold in my mom's room, thinking about Mr. Dead Ant. Mr Dead Ant decided to land on the first page of my user documentation during printing, get trapped by my bubble jet printer’s ink catridge, and then smudge the whole paper with black ink and dead ant goop. Guess who got frustrated? Correct! I’m the freaking frustrated girl. I spent 3 hours in town searching for my printer’s black ink, which was no longer in stock, and then my mom scolded me for giving up, and thank heavens that my father brought another printer complete with the cartridges for me! I love my daddy very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm absolutely elated. I've passed my Malay successfully this time. For paper two, I was one of the few people who passed Malay. We had a lot of failures as the paper was freaky hard. I managed to score a 50 over 100. At least that's better than nothing, right? And for paper one, I'm shocked. I finally got a 77.5% for it! Most of the time I fail or even just struggle to get less than 60. For once, I got 77.5 without trying! I must be one heck of a kalok girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I improved my physics from a 70 to a 78. Sir isn't that happy since he thought I could get an A2 or even an A1 but then I'm pleased with myself. My sister was happy too, since I improved.  I've really improved in Amaths since I usually got 60ish due to lack of revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with my English grade, honest! Although I demand for at least a 35/40 for section one, paper one, since I didn't have any grammatical error, and that I had a reasonable enough storyline. At least I got 24.5/25 and 22/25 for paper two, hence my average is approx 86%. Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem has improved, well, not really. I suck in Chem, but I didn't study so yeah. Bio results are so-so. It's my usual marks though, so yeah. I have my maths D paper one back, but it's 82.5% only, so yeah. I made many careless mistakes, and my teacher even put a &lt;b&gt;Wow!&lt;/b&gt; for one of my workings :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hau, I apologise for not showing you my papers on time. At least I gave you loadsa songs to listen to while in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a new layout soon, just you wait! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah~! Before I forget, my orals are next week. I have Malay on 3rd September (my birthday! OMGOMGOMG) and English on 6th Sept. I actually didn't feel it. I didn't realize that my birthday was this close. I used to think that this was still early August. Time flies really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September babies list:&lt;br /&gt;1st - Farah DH, Bobo the idiot reject from hell&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Me&lt;br /&gt;5th - Teen&lt;br /&gt;8th - Mummy, Kilah&lt;br /&gt;10th - Bestie Rachel&lt;br /&gt;13th - Barryboi&lt;br /&gt;22nd - ShuYee&lt;br /&gt;23rd - Faizah&lt;br /&gt;24th - Wilson&lt;br /&gt;25th - Fish &amp;amp; Hazirah&lt;br /&gt;27th - Chiaopiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, LANJA ME PEEPS! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6670164000846454225?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6670164000846454225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6670164000846454225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6670164000846454225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6670164000846454225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6734836075222747527</id><published>2008-07-27T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:56:27.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update me!</title><content type='html'>I have been abandoning my blog for a long time *again*. PRYNSA is over at last, and it was really fun doing everything for PRYNSA, especially setting up the booths, albeit the fact that the board fell down on my shoulder and caused me excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRYNSA was a huge success! We didn't get top three, but still, at least we were treated to Swenson's courtesy of Sir Zainal! I ordered some chicken with chips, I can't remember the name, as well as a float. Fizuboy ordered this cook strawberry drink and I took a picture of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of PRYNSA 10 are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sayyidina Hasan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PDS SMS School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serasa School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SAS &amp;amp; MS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I don't know which got 4th since they listed us in alphabetical order. It's ambiguous, but still, at least we all put in our all, well, most of us at least. We didn't get the feeling that we'd win anyways, so it wasn't that huge of a blow to us. And of all the people, I was the one to contact our Asst Supervisor, Ms Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was a huge pain though. He was impatient, annoyed as well as unenthusiastic about the whole event. Ah well. Pffft, [sexism]BOYS![/sexism]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian National Chemistry Quiz was on Thursday. It was so-so. I can't say that it was easy, since I had minutes to spare when we reached the end of the test. We then had English class in the ICT lab and my teacher was sakai-ing over the Interactive Whiteboard. I'm doing some research on Biotechnology Rules and Regulations for I-don't-know-what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went out with my sister and Huan Hui. Teehee it was fun shopping with them. We went to Seri Qlap Mall to shop around for dresses, and this lady really tried to find dresses for them, but failed. We stayed there from 11ish to 3ish and then we walked to Kiulap HuaHo area. We went into this building along the way, and many shops sold pretty dresses, and I got frustrated seeing that it was a free sized one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Mall around 4ish to shop for more. I chose a satisfactory dress for my sister at &lt;strong&gt;ego&lt;/strong&gt;, which I swore never to buy from ever-so-again because of the sales girls' pompous attitude whenever I ask "Can you find ___ that can fit me?". Strangely, I met Yasmin from BGIC there who was working part time, and she was really helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an okay-ish day. I can't say I really enjoyed it since I got scolded for being absent on Wednesday (I was at PRYNSA) and when I got home, I wanted to watch Special A but instead, I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm reading the manga so I'm going to stop blogging ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and those who are interested may check my facebook for pictures during PRYNSA ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6734836075222747527?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6734836075222747527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6734836075222747527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6734836075222747527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6734836075222747527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-me.html' title='Update me!'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8499812506866626451</id><published>2008-07-18T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:15:36.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese and Yoghurt</title><content type='html'>I hate it. I hate most dairy products, and I'd only take them with certain exceptions. I get paranoid whenever it comes to milk, cheese and yoghurt, and whenever I ingest it, there's side effects (aka puking). I also hate mayonnaise btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On HM the Sultan's Birthday, my sisters friends came over. I helped to do this and that. Ching, Fish, Hau and I watched One Missed Call and towards the ending, Huan Hui arrived yay! :D She saw the cute actor &lt;em&gt;*hehe*&lt;/em&gt; and she was like, "Hey! I wanna watch it!" She watched it with Pong and Dongoi King, who arrived later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching, Fish, Hau and I proceeded to make sushi :D We prepared a lot, and there was cheese in most sushis. Ching was nice enough to make a plate of Vegetarian Sushi for Huan Hui, and two rolls of non cheese &amp;amp; mayonnaise sushi for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent watching SAW in the living room. We placed the sofa set cushion thingies on the floor in a row of five and lay down there, watching and eating. Well, I ate the most anyways. I really regret watching it though... it was really gruesome. Most left towards the ending of SAW 1, and then Ching, Hau, Huan Hui and I went upstairs to DDR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ching was supposed to go at 12 but stayed on since my mother offered to bring her home, well yeah, she left at around 6. Huan Hui, Hau and I DDRed most of the time. Huan Hui didn't want dinner, so Hau and I ate. After that we continued DDRing and then Huan Hui's car arrived, and we let her tapau the vegetarian sushi =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I had the worst muscle-ache ever! Blehhh =( But at least I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karate was on Thursday. We had practice for combat, and when it was my turn, Faiz shouted, "Go Chai!" =_=" Annoying kaliah! So yeah, each time he called me Chai, I slapped his arm =D Revenge is sweet. Lish came late since he had Choir in the padang so Mursyid was the warm-ups instructor lol. Lish came around 11ish, and rushed to get into his &lt;i&gt;gi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying hard to learn Heian Shodan, and I keep getting confused with the ending part =S Lish taught me how to at the end of the lesson, only after I reminded him that I wanted to learn Heian Shodan and not only practice Kihon Kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 919px;" src="http://www.karate-psv-hattingen.de/images/Kata/Heian_Shodan_g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today night, Hau and my mother made juice using Yoghurt. My mom forced me to drink it. I just sipped a bit and wanted to puke. They can never understand me. I hate yoghurt with all my guts. It's not like I'd force them to ingest whatever they hate, and it really hurt me. So yeah, the short tempered me slammed the parents' door shut, and went straight to my room, swearing and tossing my toys about. I did clean up the mess after I got rid of stress~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, it's 11:15 and I just remembered my chem homework *dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8499812506866626451?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8499812506866626451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8499812506866626451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8499812506866626451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8499812506866626451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheese-and-yoghurt.html' title='Cheese and Yoghurt'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4423071330168593193</id><published>2008-07-16T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:16:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>I've never been able to define beauty. There's just so many types of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outward beauty is obvious. You can see it immediately and say, "Hey, &lt;i&gt;so and so&lt;/i&gt; is really pretty!" I do that too, until I get to know the person really well. I know some beautiful people, but I can't say that they have the most beautiful heart either. They misuse their beauty to attack the opposite sex indirectly, be it in terms of romance or to try to get advantage of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I find inner beauty as the most beautiful of all. You may look, feel and smell like a toad, but &lt;i&gt;hey!&lt;/i&gt; we all know you are beautiful inside. We don't need to tell it to you, but each time spent with you is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some really lucky ones who have both outward and inner beauty and maintain perfect balance between the two. If you fall in this category, congratulations! I salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Well as for me, I fall in neither the three categories above. I'll just say that I'm unique, and that I'm undefined. I can be very charismatic, or a total nightmare.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like Yin and Yang, it must co-exist with each other. If you realize, every beautiful person is bound to be stuck with someone not as beautiful, or vice versa. Life is such a precious thing, enjoy it to the fullest. It flies by like the blink of an eye, and sooner or later you'll find yourself sitting down alone in a rocking chair, knitting scarves for your great great grand nephews and nieces. Okay, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end about this talk on beauty. My main aim for posting this entry is also to talk about some other topics apart from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this layout seems rather dark. Maybe it's nearly time to have a change for the brighter days~ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4423071330168593193?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4423071330168593193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4423071330168593193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4423071330168593193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4423071330168593193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8797065726935137233</id><published>2008-07-07T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:28:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAAAAAT?!!!</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to blog for so long, but never got to do it. My sister’s home at last (since Monday) and I’ve been more focused on my studies and spending a lot of time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a lot of things from UK, including those from my cousin. My sister and my cousin both came back with goodies for me. My sister bought me a shirt and also a moodring too and I’ve been wearing it. Now my hand feels empty without it. I also got PJs and a pencil case. All in all, I love my gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous English teacher has left for the UK, and is replaced by a Zimbabwe-Australian guy teacher. He’s really hilarious, and he targets my sheep pencil case, and my friend’s lion pencil case. He even made a story where he imitated those animal sounds. It was a really lolleriffic lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/322022910_6a64d6e7d9.jpg" alt="Sheep Pencil Case" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister’s going to observe my school for her attachment, so yeah. I’ll see her around more often :D And last Thursday was CCA day. She actually was with my Bio and Computer teacher and they talked non stop while I did karate. She then went into my physics class during the afternoon to observe since “teaching is universal” (that line made one of my teachers annoyed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her observation, my teacher taught us about Thermistors, LDRs and Capacitors. And at one instance when my teacher made a language error and I pointed it out, he changed it and then to those who laughed at him he said, “Bah, all of you minus five marks!” And then I said, “But sir, I only spotted the mistake!” He made it worse. “Ok lah, minus ten.” Then I shut up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already cut my hair, and it’s really shorter now compared to my previous hairstyle. My stylist was really a perfectionist, and now my hair looks like some kinda model’s &lt;acronym title="In My Humble Opinion"&gt;IMHO&lt;/acronym&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for sushi with the Dongois (inc. my sis &amp;amp; bro) on Friday night, and went in to the mall for a brief moment before my parents arrived. I went to Jerold, Sherard and Jolene's house on Saturday night and we talked non stop :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food was delicious, and we watched Ah Long Pte Ltd (老师嫁老大) We kept laughing and laughing. It is hilarious. If you haven't watched it, please do so!!! No regrets, provided you really understand Hokkien, since it's mainly in hokkien. But here's a fair warning, there are some hamsap things there, so yeah =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realized that the actress Fann Wong, was actually one of my fave actors when I was younger. She portrayed as the White Snake in the TV series Madam White Snake last time, and at that time I was crazy over all those chinese movies :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday I went for dimsum at Dynasty with Jolene them all as well. After that we went to the mall to buy shoes for Hau :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a so-so day in school. English seems to get more exciting (although somewhat lame, but lame-funny) and yeah. I really enjoy it. I also enjoy biology. Physics is fun, but sir keeps hinting to me that I don't revise enough / not serious enough in my studies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's a true CY for you, and she's a lazybum =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8797065726935137233?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8797065726935137233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8797065726935137233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8797065726935137233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8797065726935137233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/whaaaaaaat.html' title='WHAAAAAAAT?!!!'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/322022910_6a64d6e7d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4866359673911654993</id><published>2008-06-26T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:36:57.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have died and resurrected.</title><content type='html'>Well yeah, the old Chien Yee is dead, and now here I am, wondering how the hell am I going to be like a few years from now. Maye being resurrected is good, I can be heartless, mean, and uncaring. Like come on, &lt;code&gt;who would care about the fact that teachers are reading your blog?&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday has been hell, today is notably the worst day ever. I slept at 4 am while crying because I was thinking about a lot of things that have occurred recently, or even a year ago, well it was more like a reminiscence period. And today morning was horribleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11amish, because mom said, &lt;i&gt;Let's go shopping!&lt;/i&gt; I was happy to go, seeing that I do miss shopping trips, and that we haven't gone shopping in ages! D: Mom went down to resume doing her work, and I drowsily took my towel to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my spectacles on. Normally the toilet is dry. I know for the past few days that &lt;i&gt;our house has been such a wreck that one has to clean everything everyday since payday is coming for her and all&lt;/i&gt;, but then I've expected all the water to evaporate by then, even if she used 10 litres per square metre for cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I just put on foot in the toilet, and slipped, landing on my sorry butt. I held on to the doorknob for dear life, and minimized the damage. A loud slam was heard. I was shocked, pissed off and frustrated, so I opened the door, stormed out and yelled (in Hokkien), "Wet lah, wet lah! I fell down damn it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom rushed up, and my pants, all the way to my butt was wet. My mom wiped the floor dry to prove that it was wet, and then the lovely woman cleaning the house walked up. I saw her, and I screamed, "Nah! Basah lah! BASAH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told her (in Malay), "I've told you countless times that after you mop, you're supposed to dry up the area. Nah, now she already fell down. We all have slipped before, and that's why I tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that bitch retorted. She effing retorted. "Manada ma'am. Lantai ani inda basah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad. My mom then scolded her, "Aku baru mop nah. Tiap-tiap hari kami manada senang hati!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom walked down, I went to the toilet to bath while crying of course. I was shocked, and it really hurt my bum. My pride didn't let me cry in front of her, but yeah, crying in the morning is the sign of a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we went shopping, and I pushed the trolley. We took two since we were going to buy a lot, and I accidentally hit Tarap's leg &gt;.&lt; I was really guilty, and thought that maybe it was me who caused him to have a foul mood, but it wasn't me, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and had lunch. And then in the afternoon I fell asleep from 3pm to 7pm and had a weird dream. It had something to do with vampires, mad dogs and well, a bunch of everything. It was really weird O_O!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those on MSN who offered your hugs, thanks (: And those who told me to cheer up, thanks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about being resurrected, yeah. I feel like changing my attitude a lot. I realize that June is nearly over and October is just too close. I need to be more serious in my studies now. I shouldn't spend too much time with my laptop doing nothing useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm playing MapleGlobal with my brother. If you do play it, I'm &lt;code&gt;akinodorama&lt;/code&gt; in the server Kradia. Yeah, that's all I'm posting now. Adieu~ &lt;code&gt;:*&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4866359673911654993?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4866359673911654993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4866359673911654993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4866359673911654993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4866359673911654993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-died-and-resurrected.html' title='I have died and resurrected.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6835439658153337225</id><published>2008-06-25T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:12:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of posts in one</title><content type='html'>Meh, I never click the &lt;b&gt;Publish Post&lt;/b&gt; button and I've tonnes of drafts here. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;June 16&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No!&lt;/b&gt; That’s what I’ve been telling my mother for the past three days. Truth be told, it’s not because I don’t want to see the doctor. But then again, I’m effing sick. I can’t even speak, I sleep too easily, and I can’t eat chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, I CAN’T EAT CHOCOLATES. And worst part about it is that I need chocolates at this time of the month. *sobs* I need to find a new snack, and I don’t think Australian nougats are the cheapest option. (It’s so expensive here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve resorted to eating oats for a span of one and a half months because my brother won’t eat dinner with us. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but it’s mainly because he has training for Wu Shu, and it’s going to be until 20th July. So yeah, high fibre diet, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent my morning going out. It was okay, but I got so frustrated when we went to terminate our old internet account. I currently have much better internet with the introduction of 7.2mb/s connections here. Goodbye to annoying 256kb/s browsing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my afternoon watching Windstruck. I really love the movie, but the ending wasn’t what I really liked. Ah well. I did laugh several times during the beginning, and I ended up crying from the climax onwards. I know, I know. No one in RL thinks I would cry over movies. Everyone thinks I’m the cold heartless tomboy. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you haven’t watched Windstruck, and you love sappy romantic shows like I do, go on and watch it. A similar movie to this is A Walk to Remember. I’m going to watch The Notebook soon, thanks to someone’s suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;June 18 (nearly 19th when I finished typing)&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched The Notebook already, so yeah, it was alright. I didn't cry though, seeing that I've been interrupted several times while watching it =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and daddy went to Limbang today to settle some stuffs, so I was stuck with Tarap all day. Hehe. I cooked breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fried eggs and we ate them with tomato sauce. Tarap was hoping that it was like my previous cooking disaster, where my bullseye became omelets. Meh, I guess I'm not too much of a good cook without mom :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;June 21&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my trip to Miri. Well, I only went this morning, but nothing much has been happening in my life so I've nothing much to blog about.. The fun stuff comes in during schooltime. O_O!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought three books, &lt;code&gt;The Artist of Eikando by Linda Lee Welch&lt;/code&gt;, &lt;code&gt;An Ocean Apart, A World Away by Lensey Namioka&lt;/code&gt; and also &lt;code&gt;Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See&lt;/code&gt;. Most of the books that I've bought recently have some relation to China or Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously like the font used for my &lt;code&gt;&amp;lt;code&amp;gt;&lt;/code&gt; as well as the colour O_O Maybe I should change it… hmm. Haha, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was our shortest trip to Miri. We reached there at around 8ish, and went back at around 3ish. It was a miracle :P Usually we’d reach home at 7 or something, but this was fast! But on our journey home, the winds were really strong, and the electric cables actually touched and sent sparks in the air. We were horrified, and it woke me from my sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still as sick as ever, although the fever’s gone. I just have a splitting headache everyday though. I’m against Panadol, I don’t know why :P My mom keeps telling me to take it, but I say, NO! NO! NO! NO PANADOL FOR ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s Chelsea's birthday and we celebrated it. Mummy was half asleep. The food was delicious, and I've eaten all your share, Hau. There was pork, chicken, eggs, etc. As per usual. And oh, Charlotte loves to eat eggs. She ate about 3 to 5 eggs when I was there. They had to hide the eggs from her too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to bed now, I need to take my antibiotics at 12 midnight :P Yay me for messing up my medicine times =_=”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;June 23rd&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our current connection. loading youtube has never been better! Plus daddy can use his software to stream movies to the computer, and that's the best part about it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to daddy I've already watched Kung Fu Panda yesterday in the comfort of my own home, while eating nothing too. See how economical homes can be? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night today I was watching this Cantonese movie with daddy. It was hilarious, and was about a Chinese Vampire, and I really enjoyed watching it. Poor daddy though, he had to rewatch the video several times because of certain circumstances. Thank goodness that I discovered that his software could actually work like Windows Media Player, and then we watched the movie to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the last night I'm going to sleep in mummy's room. I already promised to move my mattress back to my own room since it's clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;June 25th&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how horrible I am at blogging. Nothing seems to excite me anymore, I guess. I finished cleaning my room, and I'm super proud of myself! Before and after pictures are here to show how accomplished I feel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, the before picture was part of my cleaning process, so it doesn't really look much different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study desk BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2607351649_42dcf62a63.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2608187474_5e76945c01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2607354169_09a2bfa63d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3187/2607355579_9445b0ce42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed area looked like this a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/2607352307_213af801c3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean shelf (no, I didn't take a before pic, but trust me, this is 100% cleaner than what I found, aka a bunch of dead ants) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/2607358817_0211dd2d4e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, my door stopper! :D The eyes are like this: X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2608190864_1fe4f2c3b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess who's got new glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2599481965_c9346c33ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glasses made me dizzy at first, and I didn't like it that much, but then meh, what's done is done. I'll just stick with it and start liking it then :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. &lt;strike&gt;There's barely a week before school begins!&lt;/strike&gt; Eh wait, I'm not excited about that! &lt;b&gt;Someone&lt;/b&gt;'s coming home, and that news really excites me! I can't wait for all my goodies from UK! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6835439658153337225?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6835439658153337225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6835439658153337225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6835439658153337225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6835439658153337225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/06/lot-of-posts-in-one.html' title='A lot of posts in one'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2607351649_42dcf62a63_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-894862398570923722</id><published>2008-06-05T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:14:59.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Grunge</title><content type='html'>I've made a grungy layout for once =_=&lt;br /&gt;I really like this layout, although it's rather dark and that I find the content design looking rather... empty? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I'm going for the Inforama Grand finals tomorrow and I'm excited / stressed / sleepy / unprepared. I'm going to be like last year - spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else to blog about? Ah yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;31st May&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall with a lot of people *steals list of names from Teen's blog* I'm only listing those I saw (and know) though, since I only stayed for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Felix, Jac, Kevin C, kevin goh, Hazel, Lee Teen, Abdullah, Hoe Kuok, Barry, Jarrod, Julius, Daniel and Tarap!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I guess that's all. Oh and including me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around 1-ish and so Tarap and I went to buy mummy's stuff first. Easy peasy. Next off we searched for the others. Felix found us first, and then everyone headed for the arcade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the arcade Tarap got bored. Someone muttered the word pr0n in my ear, and of course, CY-reaction, &lt;i&gt;WHACK!&lt;/i&gt; Served him right. I did control my strength though, especially since I was thinking of conserving energy for the activities later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played bball against.. I don't remember who O_O Anyways, I sucked at it, but ah well.. I am no athlete. I shot very few in =_=" Sigh. I need to strengthen my upper body muscles and if that does happen, I'll look like &lt;u&gt;hulk&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drums game was cool, but I didn't really understand how to play it. I guess it's similar to O2Jam, so HAU! WHEN YOU COME BACK YOU MUST PLAY WITH ME XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Teen, Tarap and I walked around looking for presents for the (belated, advanced and actual) birthday boys, Jac, Julius, Jarrod, Brian and Felix. We failed though, and ended up at KFC because Julius wanted to lanja some, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there and I bought food for Tarap and I. I offered everyone the food of course, and then Kevin C &lt;i&gt;rudely&lt;/i&gt; rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think I want to eat this to be fat like you kah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that was ouch. Of course, CY REACTION AGAIN! XD &lt;b&gt;ONCE!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;COUNTER ATTACK!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;TWICE! THRICE!&lt;/b&gt; END! Haha. Sorry Kevin C, but then that was an ouch remark. No one offends &lt;i&gt;Blubber♥&lt;/i&gt; and gets away with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after eating we went walking around. We went in Patchi and just looked at everything. The whole place was posh and $$$ and I just didn't want to buy anything -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we loitered around the main entrance while Tarap and I waited for our car. Hazel was hyper I guess? XD She burst out into hysterical laughter several times. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night my family and I went to Blues Cafe because it was Basil's birthday. The kids aim was to make KerKer cry O_O! How could they?!! And before that they asked me to be the game master, and I willingly agreed until I learnt of their evil motive! So I ended up talking to Jerold, Jolene and Sherard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherard wore glasses! It looked so unique and it reminded me of a particular teacher O_O! (the hairstyle and specs!) Jerold didn't feel well, poor boy. Jolene and I were as per usual, gossiping non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;4th June&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, Ms Robina informed me that we had Inforama rehearsals that afternoon! I was shocked!! Obviously I hadn't prepared, even though I knew I was in the finals. My teammate is Ayeesha, and we're hoping to rock the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon wasn't productive. It was actually a waste of our time and that only few turned up. Ms Mary was hyper x) She wanted to know what I did for my flash game, but I only offered to tell if she'd BUY it! XD haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the noisiest ones there. Hehe. I guess it's the time of the month again for me, where my hyperness exceeds everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So MS is vs. CHMS and SGS. The same schools from last year, but different people. And I'm the oldest!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;5th June&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went since early in the morning. After morning rehearsals we went out to town. Ms Robina parked her car in Yayasan and then we all walked in town. I took off my tudung (naughty naughty!) and we went to find &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; ('tis a secret yea~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ate at Ideal, and lingered there while talking about a lot of stuffs. Then we went to Seri Q-Lap Mall to kill time. And finally back to RTB where we finally met our competitors, the SGS boys (who didn't turn up for TWO rehearsals because they had exams).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rehearsals Ms Robina dropped me off at office. Papa was busy doing work, so I sat outside at the customer area thingy, and FELL ASLEEP WHILE READING A BOOK. I'm overtired =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Etcetera&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results suck this test, and here they are! &lt;br /&gt;Bio - 65&lt;br /&gt;Chem - 64&lt;br /&gt;Physics - 68&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 92.5&lt;br /&gt;Computer - 48.5&lt;br /&gt;Malay - 55&lt;br /&gt;A Maths - 57&lt;br /&gt;MIB - 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current average: 64.3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got English though, but I know I didn't use the literary techniques so I'm going to fail~. Sigh. Who would even find a story like mine interesting anyways?! I'll summarise what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Girl goes to see Aunt in faraway place. Goes with nanny. Bus sends them to a cloud area via a rainbow. Girl helps a crying kid to find unicorn. bus left, girl cries, unicorn brings girl and nanny home. the end.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suckish storyline, no? Brain deadness sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio project~! Well mine looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v284/232/35/549788747/n549788747_505787_3972.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v284/232/35/549788747/n549788747_505788_4261.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew the brain =_= The dark spots are where the brain haemorrhage occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go out later. I need to upgrade to Go!Broadband XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-894862398570923722?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/894862398570923722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=894862398570923722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/894862398570923722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/894862398570923722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/06/le-grunge.html' title='Le Grunge'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7144363549279523400</id><published>2008-05-31T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:21:11.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The emo post.</title><content type='html'>I just felt semi-emo and so now I'll express my feelings. Haha. Don't laugh at my emoness. Only I can laugh at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First thing is my attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize lately that my attitude has been rather bitchy and all high and mighty. I guess I kinda vent my frustrations on the innocent ones. I feel guilty. I know I haven't given much attention to close friends, and some even think I neglect them. The truth is, I haven't forgotten them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter that hurt me most came my way halfway when I was doing a project, and it made me emotionally unstable during that week. It was a happy letter to start with, but a sad one to end. I only wish that I dind't even read it in school because I could've burst into tears at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next is what I feel about friends I am/was close to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my quietness over the past few months have changed almost everything. I don't talk much to those in my "Always Bugged" list, and conversations fail. I don't seem to be able to talk to them like I used to, and I find that everything is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the less emo side of life...&lt;br /&gt;I won first place in the Flash Game Creation category for Inforama, the Database peeps got number 2 and the Flash Animation guys got number 5. Overall I'm pleased with myself, seeing that my project wasn't even that good and still managed to get satisfactory results is the best reward ever, for a semi-solo project (because the other two had exams towards the deadline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prynsa has been moved to July, although I wanted it to end in June so that I can fully concentrate on my studies. My results look like shit right now, and IF I HAD STUDIED, I might've gotten an A. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to change my layout. I'm nearly done with it. I just need to code it for blogger and yay! It's done =_="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7144363549279523400?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7144363549279523400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7144363549279523400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7144363549279523400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7144363549279523400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/emo-post.html' title='The emo post.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-2532049189581171119</id><published>2008-05-26T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:20:00.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you drunk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You freakin’ frightened me on the road. With your car just a few metres from mine, you sure know how to scare a woman and her child. Yes, I’m talking about you, you stupid driver. *&amp;amp;^%$#&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On Saturday, early in the morning, my mother was sending me to school when the driver in front of us was really scary. He drove unsteadily. He waved his hands up and down OUT the window, and my mom kept her distance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man was either drunk, or high on drugs. Whatever it was, he was a nuisance to the road. He drove against the flow of traffic for the other lane, and nearly crashed into another car, but managed to drive back to our path again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He drove on the same lane until we reached the roundabout junction to go to school, which in the end relieved us. The whole event slowed me down in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAVE THIS STUPID PRESENTATION!!!!&lt;/span&gt; mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyways, apart from that, I’ve nothing much to blog about, except the definite F.A.I.L that would be seen on my biology paper. I didn’t even study since I was busy working on PRYNSA, and I doubt that my team would even get $3000. I bet we’d get the consolation prize of $500.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve 4 more days to the end of my tests, and hopefully I can survive. *panics*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later I'm going to the forestry to present. Phail, phail, phail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-2532049189581171119?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2532049189581171119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=2532049189581171119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2532049189581171119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2532049189581171119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-drunk.html' title='Are you drunk?'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4901674726321339391</id><published>2008-05-20T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:41:46.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gayness :P</title><content type='html'>Some random conversation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiennnnn; poetic mood =) says:&lt;br /&gt;    omg u are gey after all!&lt;br /&gt;    guys dont use rainbows!&lt;br /&gt;____ says:&lt;br /&gt;    T.T&lt;br /&gt;chiennnnn; poetic mood =) says:&lt;br /&gt;    :X&lt;br /&gt;    did i sae sth wrong?&lt;br /&gt;____ says:&lt;br /&gt;    lols&lt;br /&gt;chiennnnn; poetic mood =) says:&lt;br /&gt;    =D&lt;br /&gt;    rainbows are gey =D&lt;br /&gt;____ says:&lt;br /&gt;    lols&lt;br /&gt;    at least.....ponies match them =)&lt;br /&gt;chiennnnn; poetic mood =) says:&lt;br /&gt;    not ponies!&lt;br /&gt;    its unicorns!&lt;br /&gt;____ says:&lt;br /&gt;    kae fine&lt;br /&gt;chiennnnn; poetic mood =) says:&lt;br /&gt;    and fairies and palaces in the clouds!&lt;br /&gt;____ says:&lt;br /&gt;    uniponies&lt;br /&gt;chiennnnn; poetic mood =) says:&lt;br /&gt;    and dashing princes in armour&lt;br /&gt;    hahahah&lt;br /&gt;____ says:&lt;br /&gt;    o.o&lt;br /&gt;    lols&lt;br /&gt;    kae&lt;br /&gt;    ur drifting&lt;br /&gt;chiennnnn; poetic mood =) says:&lt;br /&gt;    whops~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've been drifting a lot lately. Hehe. It must be due to imaginative classes in English haha. Anyways, tests start next week and it's going to be my living hell on Saturday. I haven't watched Narnia, but I intend to. Someone bring me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4901674726321339391?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4901674726321339391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4901674726321339391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4901674726321339391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4901674726321339391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/gayness-p.html' title='Gayness :P'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-1425700482828677345</id><published>2008-05-18T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:29:01.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit on Physics</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in ages! :O I'll only think of semi-interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Chien, did you actually dye your hair?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Huh?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Your hair ah.. It looks brown. Did you dye it?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Errr no.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh okay.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Moments later, another girl walks in.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Hey Chien! Did you straighten your hair?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Urm.. nope?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“But it looks sooo straight! Very sexy.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Am I supposed to say thank you or feel insulted?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Why?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Nevermind.”&lt;/p&gt;Obviously they think I've tampered with my hair O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, last Tuesday morning I had physics lesson and I had a conversation with my Physic’s Teacher. I was complaining about the horrible quality of my $16 past year book that the school sold to us, which had no hard cover, no binding, etc., whereas his one had. All for the cost of two extra dollars. &lt;p&gt;I told him that if I had known it was $2 more, I would willingly pay. He offered to sell his at $25, and which was a complete rip-off. I also added that I don’t like second hand goods.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Haiya Chien Yee, that means you don’t want boyfriends who ever have girlfriend lah!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yeah lorr!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Then it’s very hard to find ah.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“No sir, its possible bah. I know loadsa guys who are still single.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“_____, I’m sure is 100% single.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Hell no! I don’t want fugly boys, and I want guys with a good personality! And the guy will definitely look more hot than you!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Haiyoyo~ then that’s too hard to find, no?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Prasan eh!&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got hungry so we went to Ideal after dealing with Tarap's IC and the Go!Broadband thing. Then we went home and ate papayas. Lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuition, tuition tuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School, home, excapade.. NOT! we went to teo poi hoon instead. im getting lazy to punctuate now too. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stupid internet. *kicks* Hau webcam with tarap but not me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-1425700482828677345?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1425700482828677345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=1425700482828677345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1425700482828677345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1425700482828677345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-bit-on-physics.html' title='A little bit on Physics'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7215544644700735548</id><published>2008-05-03T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:48:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't blogged in ages</title><content type='html'>Lately things haven’t really been on the bright side of life, but then I’m trying to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our PRYNSA project was rather ruined when a fellow teammate messed up the discussion section. Obviously our teacher wasn’t pleased, so all of us in the same car with that teacher suffered dire consequences. Having an angry teacher shouting next to you is an unpleasant feeling, thus I felt down all day on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry in school, but then my proud attitude wouldn’t allow me to. My friends said that my eyes were red and puffy - just without tears. I felt like screaming when my teammates kept discussing our epic fail. It was hell actually. Ahhh *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Tarap was hit by a compass on the back. The wound is not that serious, but then the issue is. I went to find his teacher tomorrow to show the severeness in the issue. She had already told us before that she’d do her best to stop the bullying. Him being bullied is not the first time already. Obviously I’m angry, so daddy and I went to SOAS first. His teacher said she'd take action, so thats okay. Then I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went for Karate grading. I suck. Shit. I didn’t do it well, and only managed to get an orange belt, instead of getting double grading and moving on to the red belt. I still need to work hard though. My feet were sore, yet I pushed on. Sigh. Now my feet feel like it’s died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to help the Red Crescent Team in school. Sports day is horrible, since many athletes faint or was dizzy due to the &lt;strike&gt;extreme heat&lt;/strike&gt; unknown reasons. The weather was fine today. And Laksamana Won. After how many long shitty years of being the last, Laksamana emerged as &lt;b&gt;champions&lt;/b&gt; which is like, the bestest news ever! We have a new chant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Go, go, Laksamana!&lt;br /&gt;Fight, Fight, Laksamana!&lt;br /&gt;Win, Win, Laksamana!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my semangat isn't wasted. Fadhil, Aiman, me and several others managed to convince the &lt;strike&gt;newbies&lt;/strike&gt; kiddies to cheer. And at the first aid area, our Vulture was admitted to the area since he was dizzy. When he heard the word hospital, he got well immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time running errands for the First Aid group. AH! In the first aid room, Halim was constantly being bulled by MNC. And Faruq and I assisted in that too! We took off Halim's scarf (for Panglima's field performance) and made it a tudong for him. AND I TOOK A PICTURE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a (another more like it) lighter note, the guy who died in the carpark in town recently wasn’t due to me, although MNC and I had plans to kill a boy in class P We were talking about domestic abuse, and then when teacher mentioned husband abuse (since it was more rare), someone shouted, “That would be Chien Yee!” and I shot him a death glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, you can never take that sentence back, and you’d most probably regret that as you won’t be forgiven for the rest of your life,” said MNC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually offered ideas on how to ensure 100% death! She suggested the use of cement, and a one storey building. Before the cement dries, push his head into the bucket and then throw him off the 1st floor. He’d go head first and *splat!* CRASH! BOOM! He’s dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I do not intend to murder him because I am just plain lovely! *pukes at self-vanity*&lt;br /&gt;Note 2: I'm sure you can guess who he is, Hau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7215544644700735548?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7215544644700735548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7215544644700735548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7215544644700735548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7215544644700735548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title='I haven&apos;t blogged in ages'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-7536058016055947879</id><published>2008-04-21T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:23:56.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAS Golden Jubilee</title><content type='html'>I went to the SAS exhibitions in the afternoon after my Bio class on Saturday, and daddy willingly agreed to bring me, so why not? I wanted to bring my little Tarap, but then he didn’t want to go!!! Fat, lazy bum! I wish he did, since he’s so much of a 井底之蛙. He needs to see the world, not his computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first reached SAS and felt weird going there in casual clothes (like usual, I’m too used to uniform). After that, I stopped by at the biology lab to see the displays. I found Kevin G first, and he showed me his experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Barry boy spotted me and introduced me to Julius, someone they always mentioned on MSN. I kepo-ed around all the displays. Jac’s display was cruel! He kept splashing water at this kid. Boo Jac! Shining’s one stinks, literally. It smelt of rotten egg. After that Jac brought me up to Lee Teen’s lab, where we met her at the staircase :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there for a long time, and then soon after that Lee Teen brought me around. I like seeing the Primary section. There was a pet rat, turtles, fishes, etc. Mr Peter talked to me, and I didn’t realize he was calling me for so long haha. He went all, “Lim, Lim, Lim” and I was still blur XD And then I realized, oh yeah! my surname is Lim. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad promised to pick me up at 4, but then by 4 he wasn’t there so I called him. I sat in front of the basketball area, waiting for him. I just sat at the side (under the hot sun) since I still felt weird (duh, my public places phobia was catching up with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car I got scolded for choosing inappropriate days to go for these things. Meh, blame SAS, not me :P And when I got home, my mom was shocked, since she thought I had reached home at 2. I forgot to tell her that I went to St. Andrew’s. Whoops :P I took a bath and prepared for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I went to St. Andrew’s Golden Jubilee Gala Night at the Ballroom in Hua Ho Manggis and it was loads of fun. I got to see a lot of friends, and I sat with the ever so wonderful Lee Teen, who searched high and low for a ticket for me. Kudos to Mr. John Yong for his “extra” ticket :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we had photo frenzies and it was, like the Malays say, SYIOK! The people at my table wasn’t really paying attention to the speeches. We were talking and laughing, and someone at the other table told us that it was prayer time, and then a teacher walked by to (pleadingly) shush us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, one guy at our table reminded me of L from Death Note :P I don’t know why I had that feeling, but it was what I thought. I don’t even know his name xD 厉害，right? :P I want to blog in Chinese soon, but my Chinese is crap. OFF TOPIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had several photo frenzies, which I’ve already uploaded to Facebook. If you don’t have an account, you should sign up and add me :P Now I have more photos in my scrapbook gallery :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh to see so many of my guy friends in make up, dancing on the stage. Leon dropped his fan (and I laughed, evil me) but the performance was sugoi! The Korean dance was funny, especially the boys part, because they seemed so robotic. No offense to them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical performances rock! Josias is super skilled in guitar and I’m jealous! *screams* My criticism is that the performance would be better if only they had improved the speaker volume. When one since Karaoke, it would be better to lower the voice and increase the volume of the song. But that’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the school song too, and it felt great singing it too, although it felt so loooong and draaaagy compared to my school’s melodious song. *searches for school song* It's somewhere! I only found Lawrence's version haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是那天晚上的时候我也看到我想躲避的人。好恐怖啊！但是，做人不能那么绝。要对人家好一点，不然就没礼貌。我现在生Lawrence的气因为他那时候答应帮我买票。我不明白为什么他叫我姐姐，可是我每次都是欺负他因为他太烦了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for - PICSPAM! I wanted to bring my camera, but my mom said, “No, what if you forget to bring it home, plus you have your N82″. I haven’t edited the photos, and my double chin is showing -_- &lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v233/232/35/549788747/n549788747_436185_5769.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the party I look like this XD I dressed up and even used makeup (oh and the dustbin is my sister, since she tagged herself there in facebook) :D  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v233/232/35/549788747/n549788747_436187_6750.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeng Peng and I&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v233/232/35/549788747/n549788747_436186_6291.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Teen and I (She helped me to get my ticket)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v233/232/35/549788747/n549788747_436294_8355.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Moses &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v233/232/35/549788747/n549788747_436295_8878.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jac&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v233/232/35/549788747/n549788747_436296_9417.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Felix (the cat!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v233/232/35/549788747/n549788747_436309_2055.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Shu En&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-7536058016055947879?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7536058016055947879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=7536058016055947879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7536058016055947879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/7536058016055947879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/04/sas-golden-jubilee.html' title='SAS Golden Jubilee'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-391733302127495209</id><published>2008-03-28T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:35:03.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to the Mall yesterday with my friends from St. Andrew’s. It was great! I reached there at arond 10.35, and searched high and low for YP. I walked up and down and up again, and I was about to walk down when Jac called my name. So we both went to search for the others. Jac ran down to meet with Kevin C and Kevin G. The two didn’t see Jac, but saw me, so I kept pointing at Jac’s direction and they looked blank. So I also walked down, and we all walked up together. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon we met up with Shu En, Hazel and Felix at the cinema area. YP was late, but we all met up in the end nonetheless. We didn’t know what we wanted to eat, so in the end we walked down, then across the street to Mc Donald’s. It’s been 6-7 years since I went into that building. Childhood memories flooded into my mind. The girls and Felix ordered food. I didn’t order at first, but then I really felt hungry so I bought &lt;em&gt;porridge&lt;/em&gt;, which is very typical of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kevin C wanted a haircut so he and Kevin G went to Alan Salon in the Mall. We ate and gossiped. Somehow the topic of a particular girl came in, and apparently they knew what she did :O After a while we went back to the Mall to find the Kevins. We were about to SMS them when they appeared. An exhibition was to be held in the Mall so there was an empty table with four chairs. Felix, YP, Shu En and Hazel sat down while I stood and we all chatted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went to the Food Court since the Kevins were hungry. Jac also ate again, because his apple pie wasn’t enough. I tried to snatch his wallet though, but it was a failed attempt :( I saw the various $1 notes and got greedy, meheheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went to the Arcade to see Grand Master Felix at play. I’m sure he quite stood out, because there were 4 girls around him &lt;acronym title="Laughs Out Loud"&gt;LOL&lt;/acronym&gt;. Then the girls went to buy tokens and Karaoke-ed. I never heard the songs before, so I didn’t sing along :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that I played basketball with Jac. I thought that a rematch was fair, since last time I had help. During the first round, I scored nicely, but then as the second round approached, I felt my hands tire, and so had barely the strength to shoot properly. He scored 112, and I scored 64. He went about boasting about it to everyone. Sigh, maybe challenging him was a bad idea? Who cares! At least I had fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went to watch Shutter. Since it was considered a horror movie, Kevin C arranged us all to sit. Boy, Girl, Boy, Girl in two rows. I thought that by changing seats with Kevin G, I would get away with it. Unfortunately, the boys rearranged themselves and I had to sit with Jac. Jac said that he would be killed, so he and Kevin C changed places. In the end, I was supposed to sit with YP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought popcorn and a drink (since I only ate porridge but didn’t buy a drink). When we got in the cinema, Kevin C rushed to sit in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; seat, and then I was forced to sit beside him. I got scared because of the cold atmosphere in the cinema as well as the constant ghost noises made by Kevin C. Heh, he even kept pulling my left hand from my left ear so that I would listen to the movie. The movie isn’t that scary as I think back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I screamed thrice in the movie because of Kevin C. He made me lose concentration, and when I do that I usually scream when something appears. Because he shook my hand so vigorously, trying to pry it from my ears, I dropped my popcorn several times, making a mess. In the end my popcorn wasn’t finished (which is a first, seeing that I always love to eat popcorn). It’s funny that the people in front of us were really screaming a lot. They screamed at a part which wasn’t scary, so the eight of us laughed at them because them screaming was hilarious. The ending was disappointing though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went to the arcade, but we girls decided that we wanted to eat ice-cream. We walked down to DQ, and then the boys rushed down too (a few minutes after that), as Jac wanted to pay for YP who paid for his movie ticket. Jac and Felix continuously tried to give her the money, but she didn’t want it, so I helped to “protect her”. Felix kept telling me to not be a busybody and just eat my ice-cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bullied Kevin C by grabbing his $46. I gave Kevin G $1, Felix $5, and each of the girls $10. We returned him the money though. YP held on to his money longest. “If you don’t pay you’re going to spend a night with me oh,” he said to her. She did return the money in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because he was loaded, I said, “We’re friends, right? So you should &lt;em&gt;lanja&lt;/em&gt; (treat) me just a little bit.” Then he said, “Since we’re friends right, then show us a little bit.” So I rolled up my sleeve by 1 cm and said, “Nah, see already.” And then he said that he meant me to strip. I gave a &lt;acronym title="What The Hell (similarly: WTF)"&gt;WTH&lt;/acronym&gt; look at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we all were supposed to walk up when Jac borrowed my phone and phoned his brother. The phone call was really long so I was worried. &lt;em&gt;What if I ran out of credit?&lt;/em&gt; Thank goodness my free credit was still there, so I wasn’t charged anything. Hazel and I accompanied Jac to find his brother who was working out at the Fitness Zone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went to the arcade to find the others, but we couldn’t. We did meet some of the other &lt;acronym title="St. Andrew's School"&gt;SAS&lt;/acronym&gt;’s people. I saw Shawn, my friend from Inforama two years ago. I asked him if he still joined Inforama but he didn’t. Ben looked blank. “What’s Inforama? It sounds so familiar.” So we explained and he went, “&lt;em&gt;ohhh!&lt;/em&gt;” and Shawn said, “You’re a computer student and &lt;em&gt;you don’t know&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Hazel received a message from the others pin pointing their location so we went to Chong Hock. They weren’t there. They were in &lt;strong&gt;xplorer&lt;/strong&gt;, the place where I love to buy presents because there are many many cute toys! Then we went down to Ego, because it was nearly 5pm. Jac’s brother had apparently called my phone and then I realized that I didn’t see or reply to his SMS. We told him to meet at EGO, but he thought we meant meet at EGM. Then Jac went to collect his brother when he saw him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then discussed our transport home. Hazel needed to rush home before her parents arrived, so Jac’s brother agreed to bring her and YP was following them. Shu En also needed a ride, but then I offered to let my mom bring her home since at least I’d have company when they all leave. Kevin C and Kevin G went home first, and then them. So it was left with me, Shu En and Felix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Felix was busy talking to his cousin so Shu En and I went shopping for bread (as per mom’s request). Then Felix went to the arcade. Shu En and I weren’t allowed in because we had food, so we went to DJ since I wanted to buy CDs for my brother. Then we both went window shopping. I didn’t realize that my mom was calling me. I thought, “Wow, these shops rock! They’re playing Utada Hikaru’s First Love!” *facepalm*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we got in the car and Shu En and I continued to gossip until she reached home. After that I got home too, and had a great time doing my *still incomplete* Additional Maths homework. Oh yay! Another 6 exercises to go. Goshdangit! I fell asleep while using the laptop, and it was frying by the time I woke up. Meh, I should not try to &lt;a href="http://www.cabalsea.com" class="extlink"&gt;Cabal&lt;/a&gt; anymore, because my graphics driver can’t handle it. Boo to 3D games!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-391733302127495209?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/391733302127495209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=391733302127495209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/391733302127495209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/391733302127495209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-mall.html' title='To the Mall'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4098649569837413803</id><published>2008-03-24T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:01:58.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Miri</title><content type='html'>So we went to Miri today. Woke up at 5.30, and we loitered around the house until around 7 (Tarap had to go to the toilet...) We drove until the customs area, and then we spent half an hour trying to renew some car pass. The guy typed at 1 word per minute (I think so, since he used the index finger to type words one by one) O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went to Boulevard. We ate KFC at 9.45am. The wedges were CHEESE, so I refused to eat any. I ate popcorn chicken though. And then mummy went to get a facial, so daddy, Tarap and I walked around while trying to find some of daddy's things. We waited until 12 something, and then mummy was ready. We then went shopping. There are so many pretty dresses in Boulevard! I think customer service there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; better then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt;. Nelson didn't sell wafer cones, so we didn't buy ice-cream, or even sweet corn in cup :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on we went to Parkson. As usual, daddy took HIS 'short-cut'. We got in, and bought books at Popular. For once in my whole life, I actually bought a ot of books, amounting to around RM 350. Cool ey? The we went shopping and had our super late lunch at 4pm. We then went to Giant to buy slippers :P We kinda messed up the place, and we 'usai'-ed it (a bit) before running off. Then we bought things in Guardian and decided to go to &lt;strike&gt;Nguikee&lt;/strike&gt; Imperial Hotel Mall to buy ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately there was no Nelson Ice Cream, so we bought from this deli like thingy. The woman pissed me off. She gave me such a small scoop compared to Tarap's, and also gave me ice-cream from an older tub, instead of the fresh white-ish colour one. Man, was I pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then rushed home. We got lost, like usual, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; gave him wrong directions. I still thought it was to Kuala Baram bah! I hid in my blanky and said (repeatedly), "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not in the car. I'm in my magic carpet with wheels, and I'm going back to Brunei.&lt;/span&gt;" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept after we passed the customs area. I have no idea what time it was, but mummy and daddy wanted to tapau at the kolomee place in Seria. Unfortunately, daddy drove really fast, and I as SLEEPING, so when he rode over a speed bump and I FELL DOWN. I kinda hurt my side, and now it's bruised :( Ouchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next off we went to Mayfang to eat our dinner at 8pm! The food was ok, but my corn soup is better :P We then got home, and found our dustbins covered with scratches. I assume that our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;wonderfully clever&lt;/span&gt; amah used a brush to scrub it.Whee~ not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2357576049_469d386419_m.jpg" alt="Trip to Miri" class="pc_img" height="180" width="240" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2357566645_767ca4f4d6_m.jpg" alt="Hair Accessories" class="pc_img" height="180" width="240" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2358381574_2846065c16_m.jpg" alt="Romance of the Three Kingdoms" class="pc_img" height="180" width="240" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2013/2358394626_6d908297ae_m.jpg" alt="Stationery" class="pc_img" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2358405610_7df0ae0e6f_m.jpg" alt="Yummy!" class="pc_img" height="240" width="180" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2097/2357557077_fc173eb43d_m.jpg" alt="A Spot of Bother" class="pc_img" height="240" width="180" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2358386356_927d732087_m.jpg" alt="Blood Sinister" class="pc_img" height="240" width="180" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/2358376050_b6d5f0f1fc_m.jpg" alt="Size 14 is not Fat Either" class="pc_img" height="240" width="180" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2223/2357538451_a6b276f247_m.jpg" alt="The Tale of Genji" class="pc_img" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2357533633_275da51c40_m.jpg" alt="Naked Air-con" class="pc_img" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It died on me, and daddy took off the cover for a night before it was fixed later that day (I told him at midnight LOL) &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4098649569837413803?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4098649569837413803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4098649569837413803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4098649569837413803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4098649569837413803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-miri.html' title='Back from Miri'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2357576049_469d386419_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4203752916623323375</id><published>2008-03-07T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:29:27.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not blogging</title><content type='html'>Due to health reasons I have no mood to blog. Don't try to get me to update, I'm not your slave, or reporter. I blog only when I want to. And I blog when I have the mood. Kapeesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel pissed off that several things had happened, and that that particular person makes assumptions of my mood, my style, etc. Btw, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LIKE VINTAGE, AND ITS NOT CALLED OLD FASHIONED!&lt;/span&gt; Urgh. some people are just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of BGIC are in my facebook account. I'll blog some other time. Now I need to get ready for Brian&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; and Basil's baby sister's birthday =) She's one year old. XD And I hope to see Brian's magic tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brian &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; - Hau, it's Gao Sheng, in case you don't remember his English name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4203752916623323375?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4203752916623323375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4203752916623323375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4203752916623323375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4203752916623323375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-not-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m not blogging'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8849237558842296756</id><published>2008-03-02T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:28:40.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Our hard work and effort down the drain. Our hopes that it would be passed on to GA because it was a good resolution was crushed. We had failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, Ezah, Faizan and I worked hard on our resolution and we expected to pass it to GA because it was really good. There were no flaws and it seemed like the most perfect resolution ever. Until the delegate of Colombia stepped up and made an against speech against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was dealing with Colombia, support from Colombia is essential. Since she didn't want to support us, no one else did. The super tall guy from UK beside me, well he supported me. So did a cute little girl from SMJA, and the delegate of Germany. I rather pleaded with them, but they had willingly agreed as thy couldn't find any flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that other delegates probably were intimidated by our resolution. If they had supported ours, they feared that their resolutions wouldn't be passed. When asked, their reason was that they were doing the same topic. Like STFU bitches! !$%^*&amp;amp;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about them, and not about the resolution. Certain delegates backed out of our sponsorship list, and so I plan to dump them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An eye for an eye. A pound of &lt;i&gt;flesh&lt;/i&gt; for a pound of &lt;i&gt;blood&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Revenge&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin's the most disappointed of us three as he was the one who wrote most of the resolution. His main hope was to get it passed onto GA. I didn't know what else to do but to offer Redondo to everyone in my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually rather emotionally drained. Sigh. I really had high hopes for my resolution, honest! And Chris, the chair, said that he and May Ann believe that our resolution was the best among all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone actually fell asleep during the conference, and everyone laughed at his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chair: Delegate of Japan&lt;br /&gt;D.o.J.: Present and voting&lt;br /&gt;Chair: Delegate of Japan&lt;br /&gt;D.o.J: Present and voting.&lt;br /&gt;Chair: Delegate of Japan, please answer for, against or abstain.&lt;br /&gt;D.o.J: Here. Oh! Against.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some special guests are invited to BGIC and tomorrow I'm going to meet one! I'm really exhilarated because I can meet someone famous, or even take a picture with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude this post with..... PICSPAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0109.jpg" title="Reflection! XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0109.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Reflection! XD" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0110.jpg" title="Faizan &amp;amp; I"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0110.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Faizan &amp;amp; I" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0113.jpg" title="Ezah and Kelv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0113.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Ezah and Kelv" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0117.jpg" title="Maktab Sains Political Committee"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0117.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Maktab Sains Political Committee" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0119.jpg" title="Faizan and I"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0119.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Faizan and I" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0121.jpg" title="Me &amp;amp; Ezah"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0121.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Me &amp;amp; Ezah" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0124.jpg" title="Ms. Mexico!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0124.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Ms. Mexico!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0125.jpg" title="Faizan of Venezuela"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0125.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Faizan of Venezuela" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0126.jpg" title="Kelvin aka Mr Turkey-boy!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/img_0126.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Kelvin aka Mr Turkey-boy!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8849237558842296756?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8849237558842296756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8849237558842296756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8849237558842296756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8849237558842296756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4723980850112316727</id><published>2008-02-27T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:57:38.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Hau, today is Charlotte's birthday (you know, Ah Po koko's youngest daughter, just in case it doesnt click in ur head) =_=" I talked to Wei Zhong koko, and he was asking about how you were in UK. I'm glad I'm learning to socialize with koko now =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh Hau, Tarap has bad manners. While I was talking to koko, Tarap go and put the love sign. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf is wrong with him?!!!&lt;/span&gt; So I said, "Yeah, we're cousins. Cousins should love each other, right? Just like between siblings."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the car I scolded him a lot, because he deserved it. Mommy even said that Tarap should respect koko. Yerr, I feel like slapping Tarap. Oh, one puppy that Ah Pek took got killed by Ah Po koko. Car accident =( Anyways, the Ah Pui lookalike is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;! It's cute though, and was playing with me, Tarap, Daddy and No. 3 Ah Pek. It's so bouncy XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, I spent the day in school feeling very very sleepy. This morning there was Academic Awards, and loadsa nerds went up to get their prizes, including Fish, Zay, etc. I pakat with so many people to be there next year! XD And then Annabelle and I gossiped. We gossiped non stop LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh and today I was talking to Ms. Robina, Ms. NorChua and Ms Lee and suddenly Ian accidentally elbowed my butt o_O and then he apologised pulang, and I kinda slapped his arm cos it was darn embarassing! Ms. Robina said (in Chinese), "Bwoh Ian, now you have to marry her." Malu eh. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I slept at 2 am, preparing my coursework project and also BGIC stuffs. It was damn horrible! I didn't manage to finish my project AND BGIC. Luckily Mr Yoga didn't want it today. And because I told him that I'd be out on Saturday and Monday for BGIC, my deadline's been extended to Wednesday. Wheee~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, my one minute speeck for BGIC was horrible. Mr. Ray cancelled out a lot of things, and I, as usual, was the last to go out of the Career's Room. And BGIC is on THIS FRIDAY! I'm excited XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because we have gala night, I went to buy a dress yesterday. Unfortunately, like I said to mommy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, I'm big sized&lt;/span&gt;. No dress fitted me and looked good. The dresses in Ego were weird, or even too low cut &gt;&lt; Those with short skirts I avoided, because I have really huge legs! &gt;&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, mommy and I bought chiffon material at KoFom, and they gave free lining. It's brown in colour, with gold threads here and there. It was the only one that looked nice, because the others looked just plain ugly. So I'm going to wear a brown dress!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sesak at the boys for cheating in english. They managed to get 68 words assosciated with the word Sparrow, and got the raffle tickets! Unfortunately, I got 47! And the thing is - they were last to submit and had written other things while we girls wrote on the board. Yerr. I want more raffle tickets bah! *greedy* XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This Sunday will be Temple Award, and like last year I'm going to miss it. Blame BGIC. Well, at least Tarap will get it for me, and I will be richer! *more money* XD Too bad you can't. Booo~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm off to do Bio and Chem homework now, and later on sambung my resolution. Eyebags here I come!&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4723980850112316727?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4723980850112316727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4723980850112316727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4723980850112316727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4723980850112316727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/charlotte-birthday.html' title='Charlotte&amp;#39;s Birthday'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6620464361625429238</id><published>2008-02-26T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:13:00.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm angry.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Whoever the hell is the fucking idiot that fucking used my blogspot account, go to hell. My blogspot account is mine, the conversation histories inside are mine, and you have no right to use MY blogspot account to post stupid things in the pretext that you're me. Kapeesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatus begins. Will resume after 7th March. Yes, I'm mad and I'm lazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6620464361625429238?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6620464361625429238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6620464361625429238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6620464361625429238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6620464361625429238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-angry.html' title='I&apos;m angry.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-5201304530074884872</id><published>2008-02-23T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:21:18.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vector!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't already known, I'm a crazy girl who loves vectoring. My latest vector is of myself (yes, vanity kills). I spent two bloody hours in front of the computer doing the vexel, and at least it looks like the original photo, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/vexel_flat.png" title="Vexel"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/vexel_flat.thumbnail.png" alt="Vexel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/picture0089.jpg" title="Vexel Reference"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/picture0089.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Vexel Reference" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the question is, why the heck is my reference photo all white-ish? Well, I found out that my webcam had this cool function which allowed me to set the sharpness, saturation, brightness, contrast, etc for the webcam shots I've got, so yeah! But then I look as pale as a ghost and I could barely make out the colour of my skin, so I had to use reference from my older vector. And I modified the hair a bit, since my hair looked completely messed up o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wear spectacles this time, which makes me feel kinda weird looking at myself in the photo. But then since there's no spectacles, it's easier to vexel because I don't need to vexel the spectacles and also the shadows for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I look flirtatious in the photo O_O I'm nuts, I must admit, because I like to try out new styles for most things, including poses for the webcam. (Don't tell me I spend hours daily in front of a camera, it's just a few mins a day!) XP But I know my mood for that photo wasn't seductive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my legs hurt like mad since I walked so much today in town =_=" First my mom told me to stay with her, and then after that my mom said I should walk to Royal Regalia to be with my dad and brother. My phone was with my dad, so I had to telephone him to collect me. I have this strange fear of being left alone (which results in very rapid breathing and possibly tears) so I waited with mom for dad to collect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of last year during National Day when my sister didn't show up for a long time. I remember I felt alone and scared, and I started crying. Well, crying wasn't obvious, but I had tears in my eyes. I was alone in the big field, waiting for my mom or sister to come and collect me. It wasn't until 10 minutes later that my sister came to my rescue. After that we had to wait at Yayasan for my mom, and I still continued crying because I was panicky. Meh, I really have to get over that fear. Sometimes I also feel afraid when walking in school o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the walk was far! Because I am patriotic, I don't mind the distance from KFC to Royal Regalia, using the long route! Plus I went to Sugar Bun in Hua Ho Manggis with my family after that. I noticed someone looking at me when I ate. I think the shirt was a Danson shirt (&lt;i&gt;Booo Danson! Go MacDougal!&lt;/i&gt;), so I figured that maybe the person was from SAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom noticed the guy staring at me. o_O The guy looked really familiar, but I just can't get who he was o_O I know I've seen the person before though. *thinks hard* Gah, can't remember =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th National Day =D Be sure to listen to the song, Tanah Airku =D I love that song XD and it's so patriotic hahahah XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-5201304530074884872?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5201304530074884872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=5201304530074884872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5201304530074884872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5201304530074884872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/vector.html' title='Vector!'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-3558058769548024873</id><published>2008-02-22T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:26:51.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random bits =)</title><content type='html'>First off, I'll talk about my results. I've got Computer, English and Physics results back. English was a crappy C+, because I did the wrong formatting, i.e. I wrote the official report instead of eyewitness account. Highest in class is a B, and I was so close to that T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pleased with my Physics marks although it's the highest I've gotten since form 4. I got 85. The highest is 92. &lt;u&gt;If I studied&lt;/u&gt; I might've gotten better results. But I didn't since I was too lazy anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For computer, I'm the highest among all the classes taking computer studies. I got 90/100. Booyah! I didn't study, to be honest, because the day before was my friends only open house =D &lt;i&gt;Kalok&lt;/i&gt;ness rocks man! Classmate's conclusion: My teacher loves me because ZOMG I want to be a software engineer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babbling about some anime I've watched before, so please bear with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally borrowed &lt;i&gt;Kyo Kara Maoh!&lt;/i&gt; from Timah, and I'm going to watch it *squeeeal* Obsession over Wolfram here I come! Wanchai, don't kill me lol. I suddenly have the urge to rewatch Fruits Basket, Saiyuki Reload, Chobits and Sister Princess. Ooh, and Excel Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-time favourite is Samurai X! I love the story line, and that it's based in Japanese like environment is cool! Japanese-obsessed much. My favourite character is Kenshin ^^ His &lt;i&gt;oro&lt;/i&gt; expression is priceless! XD I remember the countless times Hau and I watched it together... and sang along to the theme songs! I honestly regard Hau as the Kenshin duplicate, because she's super smart (8A1s kaliah!) and that she has that &lt;i&gt;oro&lt;/i&gt; expression XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list is Saiyuki! I love love love Hakkai XD He's cute and wears glasses, and owns Hakuryu =3 I love the Chinese setting (I'm a &lt;i&gt;Sino&lt;/i&gt;phile!) and that it was still a great movie after it had its sequels. I don't own Gensomaden Saiyuki, but I've got Saiyuki Reload, and Saiyuki Reload Gunlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. How can I not put Ouran on my top list? Scratch Samurai X, scratch Saiyuki. Ouran High School Host Club tops the list because I love Tamaki! Tamaki is such a cutie =D I love it when he "dies" or isolates himself because of Haruhi. I even downloaded the manga online XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Tokyo Marble Chocolate already. It's kinda nice =D and the twist of fate was cool too. How the donkey made everything possible. The donkey looked really really creepy but then it was cute.. in its own way. I just hate its makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the above before lunch. Now that it's after lunch, I have more to blog about. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy cooked chicken something, I can't remember the name. And then being the nice woman she always is, my mom told the maid to get some chicken for herself. I was the only one sitting at the table, and I saw the maid getting the chicken breast. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; chicken breast. I only eat the chicken breast because I don't like the drumsticks or the wings, but of all the things, why the chicken breast? And the bigger piece lagitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I &lt;i&gt;menyamal&lt;/i&gt;ed and refused to eat more chicken. I only ate a piece. Pshhh. Wasting my mood to eat. *is a brat* So I decided to eat custard and bananas. And then I moved to my room, and blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to train my guitaring skills! I want to be able to play more songs by the time Hau comes back from UK, and hopefully she'd play her recorder while I guitar =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-3558058769548024873?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3558058769548024873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=3558058769548024873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3558058769548024873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3558058769548024873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-bits.html' title='Random bits =)'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-8648748374771601990</id><published>2008-02-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:45:44.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG RESULTS O_O</title><content type='html'>The dreaded topical tests still continue. Tomorrow I have bio, and I'm in no mood to study *cries* I need to study the heart. And I'm wayyyyy behind in results this time. If I can get top three I'd be glad. I really feel that number one is way out of reach. My results suck big time, and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Additional Maths - 63%. Usually I'd get 75% and above :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths - 80%. Usually it's 85% and above!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry - 68.75% Improvement, but still 60 plus. I should've studied, instead of sleeping that day. But meh, I was sick as a dog! Sorry Hau &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malay - 75% Surprisingly the top in class, and my first good grade for Malay ever since my existence here in MS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which comes to the topic of Malay class. Because I had such great grades *swoon* my Malay teacher said that the others in class should be ashamed because I'm a Chinese and I'm excelling in it XD 37.5/50 is a really big accomplishment for me, because for once in my life, I've got 30.5/40 for ringkasan! XD Unfortunately, because I suck in peribahasa, I didn't do any of it, this reducing three marks. At least I got credit! XD I used to get Just Passed but now, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Physics test today, and it was... ok. I can't say it was easy since I didn't really study, and forgot all the formulae D: Maybe I shouldn't have gone to Felix's yesterday. But meh, IT'S CNY AND I WANNA HAVE FUN XD After CNY, I shall fully concentrate on my studies, and be the nerd again lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to study on Transport in Humans. It's one Bloody topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-8648748374771601990?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8648748374771601990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=8648748374771601990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8648748374771601990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/8648748374771601990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/zomg-results-oo.html' title='ZOMG RESULTS O_O'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4017160407706486946</id><published>2008-02-17T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:16:58.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0093.jpg" title="Us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0093.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0090.jpg" title="Barry and Jac"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0090.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Barry and Jac" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0089.jpg" title="My bed! D:"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0089.thumbnail.jpg" alt="My bed! D:" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0092.jpg" title="Computer table"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0092.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Computer table" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0081.jpg" title="YP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0081.thumbnail.jpg" alt="YP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0085.jpg" title="thanks to teen’s photography skills… YP FLIES!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akinodorama.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/img_0085.thumbnail.jpg" alt="thanks to teen’s photography skills… YP FLIES!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday was my open house (oh what joy!) Jac, de Zhen, Jarrod, Barry, Felix, Teen, Shu En, Shi Ning and Yeng Peng came over, and so did a bunch of my brother's friends. It was my first ever friends only open house, so I was rather excited, and also worried that I would be a bad hostess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to come was Teen Teen and Felix! XD  They turned to the wrong junction at my Simpang lols. Instead of turning left, they went right haha so Teen called me and I stood outside to show them where my house was LOL! And then they went in my house and we proceeded to the PS2 room where we DDRed and Bleach-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the boys, YengPeng, Shu En and Shi Ning. Shu En and Shi Ning were also lost lol. Of course, Jac has ever been to my house before, so he knew the place. They all immediately went to the PS2 room and played. I offered them to come into my room, and they did :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all sat on my bed and gambled away (without money!) Barry had horrible luck and usually lost lol. Then Felix went home early without even eating D: Boo to his tuition, BOO! He didn't even collect his angpau. Ah wells. At least Teen helped my mom to give him his angpau =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was lunch time! They all finished the corn soup that I cooked *is happy and proud* They seemed to enjoy everything served (minus the lettuce; it was left untouched!) and then they went back up for more fun. Then Teen, Shu En and Shi Ning had to go for netball, so they left, and YP and I were the only girls left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get the darn ol music keyboard to function with the help of the Wireless electricity Adapter. Jac played his songs, while Jarrod guitared. Cool! XD I was jealous!  Jarrod then played a lot more songs, and I sang along haha. I love to sing, and he even offered to play some other songs too. Cool! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left at 5.30 when de Zhen decided them to do so. (He's the driver anyways!) plus they all haven't done their homework. Neither did I. Haha, plus I had a computer test on Saturday =P So I completely forgot about having a group photo with them, and they all went home. After that my lil niece, Vanessa, terrorized my room, and made it a mess. Ptfff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vanessa went back, Tarap's friends wanted to play with the fireworks/firecrackers, so my mom told me to supervise. I hate supervising, because I could've been guitaring! And I did, and it was fun to see them running away from the thingamajig. Then they went home and we ate whatever was left over from the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Felix's home today. It was fun! I managed to see some old friends too! I saw Hoe Kuok, my kindergaten classmate in PDS, and he's different from last time. Like what Barry Boi said, "He's someone who grew up and exercised, while you on the other hand, just kept growing both ways." *ruffles Barry's hair* At least I still look like myself, right Barry? You look entirely different from last time in Nursery XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Big Two, and I lost two rounds. Thank goodness Teen was the one who prepared the drink, and not Kevin C. There were no solids in my drink. The first drink was Diluted Coke (yuck!) and the second was Coke and Sweet and Sour Sauce (YUCKYUCKYUCK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DDRed and it was superb! Zel unlocked so many songs D: It was fun haha. I beat Geyboy: I had A while he got C. HAHAHA. Serves you right. That FS comment was unwanted boy! I wanted to DDR with Jarrod, but I forgot. Ah wells. And I just realized that I'm super out of shape for ddr &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Not DDRing for two weeks is bad for me XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also played Naruto with Geyboy, Mosey and the two Kevins! Of course, being a girl, I LOST DAMNIT! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Because I miss the old days&lt;/strike&gt; Out of anger and frustration, I punched, slapped and attacked the winners, or Geyboy. HAHA! Serves him right for bullying me XP  But then I did manage to own him... once! I managed to own Mosey several times, but bleh, he owned me twice after that, thus I decided that I would never play Naruto with him ever! Kevin G and Kevin C were good, so I couldn't beat them... cept once or twice. After that it was losing spree non stop! X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't play mahjong, since I didn't know how to. It wasn't like the usual mahjong I know so yeah. And then there was this group gambling too. I didn't join though =P I know I have really bad luck when it comes to gambling! Overall it was really fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car came and I brought Teen and Shu En to their homes. We did talk about a lot of things in the car too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Now to do more resolution writing for BGIC and my BM homework. Oh bummer :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4017160407706486946?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4017160407706486946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4017160407706486946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4017160407706486946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4017160407706486946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/open-houses.html' title='Open Houses'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-285064168237834443</id><published>2008-02-15T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:24:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delighted</title><content type='html'>I'm really really glad that you SAS buddies came over today =) I'm even more glad that you all finished most of the corn soup =D And I'm extremely glad for the laughs we all had when someone was attacked XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Teen, for helping me to spread the word :) I owe you huggies! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-285064168237834443?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/285064168237834443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=285064168237834443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/285064168237834443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/285064168237834443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/delighted.html' title='Delighted'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-1005187130560553719</id><published>2008-02-12T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:19:45.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutout</title><content type='html'>HAPPY &lt;small&gt;ADVANCED&lt;/small&gt; BIRTHDAY HAU &lt;3 You're 18 already, and you can LEGALLY drive (once you get your license that is). And you can go to pubs and watch 18+ content without parents! Woohoo! Take care in UK. While you reach 18 in UK, I will be sitting for an English test tomorrow, and I hope your superb Mau powers will come into play and make me get an A! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I typed on Sunday, but didn't post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today my family held an open house for our relatives and my mother’s co-workers. I cried all day. I was so pissed off at the woman working at my house. She’s a domestic maid, and she’s fucking stupid, no offense. We told her to refill the food, and she, being the genius that she always has been, decided to refill the cocktail instead. So instead I was the one who worked like hell to refill the food, thus resulting in my foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spending my afternoon at Teen’s, I spent it at home, doing all of my domestic helper’s chores. I was so annoyed that I refused to come down (including the stomach cramps that accompanied me during the time in my room) so I chatted with Teen. This is the first open house that did not enjoy, AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that annoys me is her disappearance whenever we need her aid. When my mom and I were downstairs carrying the heavy load, she was nowhere in sight. And when we were done with it, she came. Worse still, we shouted for her over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called ___'s mom a bad bad woman who doesn’t care about her previous employer. Hah! She didn’t know that my mother was friends with ___’s mom, so when ___’s mom came today, she was shocked. And when I asked her if she knew ___’s mom, she said no. Guilty much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night my relatives came. Gao Sheng was doing his regular magic tricks haha. He and Meng were in my room with me, and they we're having magic shows LOL. Meng kept playing with the Tweety doll -_-' and he threatened to kill it =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Gao Sheng showed the tricks, I kept poking Meng. Revenge is sweet XP And then Henry and Ker Ker were PS2ing at Tarap's room. I know I didn't wanna kepoh, since I was in no mood to deal with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left at 10ish at night, and I had to complete my homework until around 11.30. But before that I counted my money for Chinese New Year. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$472&lt;/span&gt;! A decrease from last year’s but still more than my other friends. Having a lot of married relatives rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just taught Barry how to do Additional Maths online through MSN… It felt weird explaining everything without a pen and paper. But the best part about it was that I have better A-Maths skills. WOOT!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, I hope everyone had a great CNY with loadsa $$$ and HAU! I WANT TO GIVE YOU HUGS !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-1005187130560553719?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1005187130560553719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=1005187130560553719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1005187130560553719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1005187130560553719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/shoutout.html' title='Shoutout'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-2262812419084752908</id><published>2008-02-09T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:41:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no nerd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths D Results is back. I got 80%. Gey mark I tell ya! I kinda messed it up and at least it's still a miserable A. Lala got 93%, and that makes me mad at myself for not being top in class. Ah well. I still have my chances in other subjects, provided I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is fun, minus the parts that a particular woman managed to piss me off from the first day of CNY. She's already damaged my new undergarments, and also managed to make me feel like slapping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus taking photos at NBT pissed me off too. Seri can't take good shots, and she kept taking photos when I'm not ready, thus resulting in weird expressions from my face. Like WTF. And there were so many people here and there, and it seriously pissed me off. And then it rained. Ptffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was fun yet hectic. We went to so many places! I saw Cikgu Jalilah and Jeremy at Jeremy's grandpa's house, which was great, I mean, to see Cg. Jalilah. I know where she lives now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we went visiting Henry's papa's relatives. So many open houses and one lil tummy to fit all that food in. Well, maybe little is not true, but we went to over 5 houses too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Gougou and Ah Cik's house. They're moving to another one in Chempaka, but the one which is soon to be vacant. Their house is rather in bad condition so yeah. I wonder how they'd transport the mad dog over though. It still scares me. Oh Hau, Gougou's bird can say Gong Xi Fa Cai! It kept whistling and saying that when we went there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to more houses today and it was fun too! Gao Sheng is much more matured, and Kerker is more obedient :) Nabil is as cute as ever! Ooh! Nabil loves to play with me! He can walk, soon that is, but I don't know when! I can't wait! Today I carried him in each house we visited XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bu koko is in Brunei now, and so I talked to him. Before that I didn't talk to him much and our convo was quite funny haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So how are you koko?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bu: Not fine because you're not talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's why I'm talking to you. So, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bu: A bit better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. He's on his last year in Uni (I think) and when I asked him what course he did, he said he forgot the name haha. Oh and we went to Ah Meng koko's house too! Ah Meng koko asked me who was wishingstarpupz and I said that it was you haha. He didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I talked to Ah Meng koko, it was fun! He complained that whenever he's online, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; online haha. And he told me a bit about his job. He can ride motorbikes and fix it! It's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is as fat as ever (or even fatter) and she's really photogenic! Henry's kinda bratty lately, but I can still control him. All in all, most of our nephews and nieces have matured, and oh! fireworks &amp;amp; firecrackers are legal here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recorded it for you, Hau! And all our dogs are so frightened! Ah Pui even ran under the car and got all black and sooty! Splash ran to the vegetation place outside. Ah Pui Eh Sio Beh couldn't escape cos daddy held her tight haha. And Panda wasn't that scared, but still frightened. Her reaction was more like Huang Gou's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2 Ah Pek has a very cute and furry puppy, a mix of pure breeds! And he also got two of Splash's puppies, the males. They're getting fat and huge too! All in all CNY has been quite fun so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hau, why won't you reply to our SMSes? We dreadfully miss you and haven't heard your voice *cries* Don't worry Hau, all your angpows are with me. If I need the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka ching!&lt;/span&gt; I'll just grab from yours O=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-2262812419084752908?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2262812419084752908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=2262812419084752908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2262812419084752908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/2262812419084752908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-no-nerd.html' title='I&apos;m no nerd.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-3832599660597414376</id><published>2008-02-03T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:54:15.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jac forced me!</title><content type='html'>Jac forced me! Anywho, here's my update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;Creativity during Malay class!  Question: what happened in the jungle when you went to catch birds. You saw an alien and now tell us the tale.&lt;br /&gt;(italics are commentaries)&lt;br /&gt;Faruq was the reader of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;I went in a jungle to catch birds, and I fell asleep while doing so. I dreamt that I was in a land filled with cute Barneys, and I felt so happy. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of heartbeats. I woke up and found that there was the sound of 100 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUBB-DUPP.&lt;br /&gt;LUBB-DUPP.&lt;br /&gt;LUBB-DUPP.&lt;br /&gt;LUBB-DUPP.&lt;br /&gt;LUBB-DUPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biology lessons rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in a garden and there was this alien who asked me for help because my net for catching the birds had trapped his spaceship. I helped him, and before he left, I asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's my bird?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert roars of laughter from MA5H because one thought dirty and laughed, then the others followed. Laughs includes the ones from teacher as well. Laughs lasted for about 5 minutes IMO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the alien gave me a box, and inside, was my bird, but in a weird condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*LAUGHTER NON STOP!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So it was more to a peverted way, but it was fun, I laughed until I had stomach cramps LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho my group's one was loleriffic. Syu recited it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;One day, I went to trap birds in the jungle. I slept while waiting for the birds to be caught. I dreamt of Angelina Jolie and when I woke up, I saw her lips in front of me. To my horror, I saw jelly like legs all around me. There were creatures with orange eyes and 6 jelly legs. They had ears like an elephant's, which moved front and back, front and back. They brought me to their spaceship and talked to me in a weird foreign language in which I did not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was so in love with Angelina Jolie's lips, I decided to follow the alien to their planet, in which I was married to one of them. A thousand years later, I came back and found the bird; except that it was all skin and bones now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall it was okay, minus the fact that I slept during Malay and was caught &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; I'm sure it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I mapled with MS people, who leeched my exp NON STOP. Annoyed, I went afk, and then later on I played in Aquilla. I finally went to Leafre and the monsters there are scary &gt;&lt; The max hit I did on something (I think it's called a rash) is 30. Loser much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, one by one, the pros went off. So Barry and I were left there. We both decided to suicide. He hit a monster, and it hit us and we died, with a smile. Too bad I couldn't screenshot that, because we died so happily! On purpose! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9am for breakfast. We moved the furniture around after that. The huge and heavy TV in mommy's room has been moved to the living room and the LCD to their room. The house had a makeover in some parts. We ate mee hoon for lunch xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon we went to God Grandma's house. She didn't talk like two years ago, more like, she didn't talk at all. Her toenails were really long, and she just lay there. We left soon because we went on a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 2 free boxes of Mandarin Orange! xD And I saw so many people there; Wei Kuen, Lawrence, Mr. Tan, Edwin &amp;amp; his parents, Lion King (mummy's fren, whos hair reminds me of a lion), people from dancing last year, and more! And we spent a lot =X I hurt my tummy when the trolley crashed into it. Ouchies &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I started baking with mommy. We first made honey cornflakes and then made Kuih Mor.  Well actually early in the morning we made cashew biscuits too! It was delicious kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, CNY in a few days. Although I'm excited to receive the money, it isn't the same here without Hau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts:&lt;br /&gt;Hau: SNAPE SNAPE SNAPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen: Gekiang girl xD I'm ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac: Must be my lucky day, no geys in Hua Ho xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-3832599660597414376?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3832599660597414376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=3832599660597414376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3832599660597414376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3832599660597414376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/jac-forced-me.html' title='Jac forced me!'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6365259734405292186</id><published>2008-01-31T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:55:29.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's an excerpt from the conversation with me and Teen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'teen  . says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;i cant drive&lt;br /&gt;so i cant kidnap u&lt;br /&gt;to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm sick. I have rashes all over, and it's really annoying. In school I felt sick like hell, and I don't like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://steveandamysly.tannerworld.com/databank/2006/image_doritoscoolranch1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TARAP BOUGHT IT AND MADE ME LAU CHUI NUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: It's EVIL. DONT EVER EAT IT. IT CAUSES RASHES AND YOU'D JUST SUFFER LIKE THIS OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6365259734405292186?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6365259734405292186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6365259734405292186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6365259734405292186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6365259734405292186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-excerpt-from-conversation-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6823698416305214929</id><published>2008-01-30T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:13:06.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and over again</title><content type='html'>I think I messed up my D Math test since I wasn't really in the mood to do math. English was fun, we did CSI:Brunei. Ours was about a guy who was killed by his best friend and girlfriend because he had $250k with him in $10 notes. The story was stupid, and I was forced to present it first. Amidst giggles and laughs, I presented and ran to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an hour long assembly today and it was alright. I just hate the fact that I was in close contact with those that I want to avoid most, since I stood by the door. And with my sexy voice I did an announcement in front of everyone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick as hell, and now I have a fever. Yay!... NOT. I just realized what a douchebag I am. I was unable to solve an A Maths question because I missed out one part from the Differentiation Steps &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the O, As and A Level results out, I'd like to congratulate everyone for doing well. For those that didn't, well there's still other chances =) Jerold did very well As Level, and Ah Pei did well for her O Levels (unfortunately her English is a D so she can't go to MD) and Li Sei did good for her A Levels. Hau, I hope you have downloaded the results from the links I gave you. You can check everything there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerold, Sherard and Jolene came just now, and I finally gave Jolene her toy pig :D Sherard was so sleepy haha! He was practically drowsing off while Mee Hee so so and Ah Heng koko talked about childhood things about us kiddies with mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about me hiding in the store to run away from daddy's rotan, Tarap's stubbornness and the "Not Pain" rotan event, Ah Boy's Fevers, your drain thingy :P Pampered kids and about Wun they all. It was a very funny convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hau, just in case I forget to tell you, Sri is so damn annoying. She keeps laughing at us and urgh. This morning after bathing I had no uniform to wear, and so I had to go down in the towel, thus making me feel pissed off early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cg. Harisah and her workload. PTUII! I hate it. I'm supposed to retire this month but it's postponed to next month! Grrrrr. And today we had assembly. Late comers had to sing the national anthem and school song. And those discipline offenders we punished. Boys had their hair cut, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6823698416305214929?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6823698416305214929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6823698416305214929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6823698416305214929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6823698416305214929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/over-and-over-again.html' title='Over and over again'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-501128940226988575</id><published>2008-01-26T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:14:25.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupid skirt</title><content type='html'>Like usual since form 4, I tripped on my skirt again today. It wasn't entirely my fault. I was rushing up to get my laptop for BGIC and someone's butt bumped into mine (it was a boy lagituuu) and caused me to move back, step front on my skirt, and falling down. Thankfully I had my hand to support me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crappy thing about this is the number of people who saw my fall. I ran up 3 floors and reached class, took a breath, and walked quickly to the Language Lab with my laptop. Today... is a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country is no longer DPRK but its Denmark. And from Human rights I've moved to politics, something I NEVER WANT TO DISCUSS ABOUT. Pshhhh. At least Mu'izzah was nice enough to take Israel for me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget that I feel sick, and that I can't breathe properly through my nose. I have a lot of hw to do, and it's all due on Monday. MSN crapped up while chatting with Hau and so that reeks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts....&lt;br /&gt;Hau: HUGS! Sorry about MSN. And sorry that I replied slowly with the phone. I actually turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen: Get well soon! And I'm still hugging you due to thunder! And dont gekiang and hurt urself agens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac: Get well soon and see a doctor lol. I don't think that scary trip to the hospital will repeat itself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself: RESEARCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-501128940226988575?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/501128940226988575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=501128940226988575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/501128940226988575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/501128940226988575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-skirt.html' title='The stupid skirt'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-5215040405859156581</id><published>2008-01-24T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:52:28.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And everyone is sick!</title><content type='html'>The two girls beside me is sick, I'm sick, Teen's sick and also Jac's sick. Niiiice. NOT! I feel horrible; I can't eat properly without the pain in my throat, my body's been giving reflex actions (to cough) and also I feel tired ALL THE TIME AND I HAVE TO MEET SO MANY DEADLINES!!! GAHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling absolutely lethargic and I have no inspiration for my blog contest, plus researching is still what I need to do! And I've got until tomorrow! HELP!!!!! and I spent all night doing BGIC yesterday, and today we didn't even debate on the topics. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a bad lil girl yesterday when all my search queries in Google was Sex Trade and Prostitution. What can I do? I had to deal with BGIC! And I need to buy a blazer and some shirts... since I can't fit into mummy's and I had to use daddy's today which was kinda big O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda pissed off at that idiot beside me who copies my work, including Mr. Soh's A Maths daily assesment. Ptffffffffff. And guess wad? I'm the nerd in class... I'm the only one who got 11/11 for Physics. And I found out Mr Chok's a temp relief teacher which means when MS has enough physics teachers, he goes out, unless he's given a full time teacher's job in MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics class was a day filled with photography. We took pictures with Mr. Chok (IDK WHY!) and also we had some crazy shots too XD The boys and I played Rubik's cube, and I lost once :P and won once lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, that's it. PS Hau, I'm hungry for cookies *waits for another 5 months*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-5215040405859156581?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5215040405859156581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=5215040405859156581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5215040405859156581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/5215040405859156581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-everyone-is-sick.html' title='And everyone is sick!'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-1231557946993058799</id><published>2008-01-21T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:40:07.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, I have nothing.</title><content type='html'>So I shall blog about the GEYNESS of &lt;strike&gt;some prasan people&lt;/strike&gt; a prasan boy I know called Ivan de Jacovich. (real name with held to protect the sad person's identity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ivan de Jacovich for inspiration as Jacovich asked me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chien Yee. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shud i put up another gey story? aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacovich says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm no xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chien Yee. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols i duno wad to blog about aha i nid creativity xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacovich says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus blog about mi n sae i'm hot&lt;/blockquote&gt;So here I go. You're as hot as an ice cube. I hope you're happy now Jacovich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS. TEEN TEEN&lt;/span&gt;, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND DONT HURT YOURSELF NEMORES~! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Later CY chain you up&lt;/span&gt; arhs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS YP&lt;/span&gt;, since we're both in jail, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall dig my way out&lt;/span&gt; not with a toothpick but with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;needle&lt;/span&gt;! Just wait until I'm out xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS JAC&lt;/span&gt;, Yes, I understand you, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;retarded old man&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-1231557946993058799?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1231557946993058799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=1231557946993058799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1231557946993058799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/1231557946993058799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/again-i-have-nothing.html' title='Again, I have nothing.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4615407661561108944</id><published>2008-01-20T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:58:03.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to blog about</title><content type='html'>Yep, I have nothing. Maybe you want to read my poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sitting at the table,&lt;br /&gt;I silently saw the cake,&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for their arrival&lt;br /&gt;For it was getting late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning off the lights,&lt;br /&gt;I walked away in dismay,&lt;br /&gt;For here I was left alone&lt;br /&gt;On this very special day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe an essay in form 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One day, my mother asked me to clean the attic. I went up and cleaned the mess. At one corner of the room, I saw a shelf full of my great-grandmother’s (She is a woman who is interested in everything bizarre) treasures. There was a book entitled, ”The Spells of ancient times”. I turned to the ultimate spell section and saw a spell called, “The Spell of the Three Tablets”. According to the book, the spell still exists in another dimension but needs to be sealed or else the whole universe belongs to the creator of the spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped to the next page but was only shocked to see a spiral that was embossed in a piece of hard card. Beneath it was a note that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stranger than a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;A kingdom is under Dorsela’s spell. Save the kingdom, make it free,&lt;br /&gt;Or you will surely never see,&lt;br /&gt;A time where happiness lasts,&lt;br /&gt;Due to the destruction of the past.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I did not understand the note due to the rhyming. Under the spiral, there was a note that said, ”Put your finger at the eye and slowly move it to the outer edge.” I did as it instructed because I thought that no harm could be done. All of a sudden, I blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a stuffy room filled with royal furniture. Feeling sick, I went to the balcony to get some fresh air but I was shocked to see the whole area covered in a thick fog. Only this palace was uncovered. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps. I turned around, only to see a man wearing silk robes and a golden crown. I guess he was the king of this castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome, chosen one. I am King Theobald of this castle.” Seeing my confused expression, he further explained,” Persephone, the prophet of this time, had told us that a chosen one will come to this kingdom, to save us from the sorcery of Dorsela, the enchantress of this realm. She has casted a spell that will put the universe under her power if she finds the three tablets. To begin with, I found that the first tablet that is in the Phantom’s tower. You must find the other two. And… Dorsela has captured my only daughter, Melisande. She is the heir to my throne and is the only one related to me by blood. Please save the kingdom and my daughter. Please accept this sword called the map of this kingdom, the Excaliber, this armour with the Symphonian Crest and Ulalaine the unicorn as your steed. Help our kingdom by accepting this quest. In this way, you can return to your world and save the universe at the same time.“ I thanked him and set off to The Cogwheels of Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cogwheels of Destiny had five stone pillars surrounding a stone table. On the table, there was a note and a golden compass. The note said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chosen one,&lt;br /&gt;Please save the kingdom since you are our only hope. Find the three tablets. Solve the riddle that will lead you to the next one. Use the compass to help you.&lt;br /&gt;-Persephone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the things and set off for the Phantom’s tower. Before going there, I had to cross a bridge guarded by a troll who was called Gargon. He asked me to show proof that I am not Dorsela’s minion. I showed him the Excaliber and the shield. He exclaimed, ”You must be the chosen one. The king never gives his priceless things to strangers. Now you can cross. Here, take this magic feather. You will need it to cross the lake.” He allowed me to cross and guarded me all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the Loch Noddie’s Lake by boat. Noddie, the loch ness monster, smashed the boat and to my surprise it helped me across. When he brought me to the shore, he demanded a fee. In desperation, I gave him the magic feather. He said, “Hey! You must be the chosen one. My best friend, Wumble the dragon will help you if you say, ‘Wumble. Wumble, I’m in trouble! Blewum, Blewum, mi ni bletrou!’ ” And with that, he dived into the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the first tablet, the compass that I wore around my neck glittered like the sun. The arrow pointed to the direction of the tablet. The riddle on the tablet was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the midst of a thousand trees,&lt;br /&gt;There is one that one must find,&lt;br /&gt;Only the chosen one will be free,&lt;br /&gt;To leave this land of ancient times&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it meant the forbidden forest so I went there. Restless spirits inhabited the trees there and they kept lifting their vines and I kept tripping all the way. After suffering from pangs of hunger and thirst, I found the second tablet which riddle was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In every corner comes lurking harm,&lt;br /&gt;So beware of what you can’t see,&lt;br /&gt;In this place of enchantments and charm,&lt;br /&gt;The chosen one can find tablet three.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to take a drink in a nearby stream. When I felt better, I went to the Xagorian Mountains but there were no tablets to be found. I then went to the Village of Forbidden Magic. All the people there talked in a singsong tune. I asked them about the tablets but they ignored me. Frustrated, I went to the Swamp of Lost Souls. The second tablet was found. The only problem was that the souls kept hitting my head with their clubs. Only if I wore the golden compass then they can be blinded and can be seen easily. Luckily, I found the third tablet quickly and read the riddle. The riddle was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“To leave this land of wizardry,&lt;br /&gt;You shall need the princess’ charm,&lt;br /&gt;In the centre of tablets three,&lt;br /&gt;And you shall return unharmed.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my compass began to glow. Following the direction it pointed to, I found Dorsela’s Lair and fought a bloody battle with her minions. To my surprise, I saw Melisande had been transformed into a harpie, and I only recognised her by the charm with a Symphonian Crest around her neck. Melisande streaked towards me with the speed of light, gave a deafening screech and attacked me according to Dorsela’s will. I saw that she has a golden body and brass wings. To stop me, Dorsela lunged at me to get within distance to make a spell. I stabbed her with a mighty yell. I ran towards Melisande and grabbed her charm. Melisande moaned, then blacked out, slowly regaining her original shape. Dorsela was still chasing me. I guess I didn’t knock her out properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted out for help. Remembering what Noddie said, I called for Wumble. He came to my rescue. He brought me to the centre of the three tablets and closed my eyes. Hearing a scream, I opened my eyes. Dorsela was slowly evaporating. She shouted, ”I will get you for ruining my spell…” She vanished into thin air. Suddenly, my surroundings started spinning. I felt dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovering, I saw that I have returned to the attic. I wondered whether the incident was true or just my vivid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, I caught sight of the charm. Maybe it is true. All my adventures started with just one day cleaning the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4615407661561108944?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4615407661561108944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4615407661561108944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4615407661561108944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4615407661561108944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-to-blog-about.html' title='Nothing to blog about'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-3568864654481334919</id><published>2008-01-18T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:13:53.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, DDR, Guitar Hero and Children.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I unexpectedly went for my niece Jolene's birthday party. I learnt to play Guitar Hero from my &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;favourite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; nephew Sherard who also let me play DDR. I suck big time at DDR. And my highest score for Guitar Hero was 30 000, while his was 40 000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I DDRed. He gave me the difficult one and I failed over and over again.. Geyness. When I changed it back to beginner level with Jerold's help, I managed to win the first time, and then I got lazy so I kept failing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Tarap played with the kiddies Hide 'N' Seek. He hid in good places and they couldn't find him for over 30 mins.  And then during  that time I watched some shows with Jerold. Haha, I only watched the last 10 mins of the Amazing Race Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene's 13 years old now! The cake was delicious! Chocolate Ice-Cream cake xD And there was Mee Sua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmmm~! &lt;/span&gt;There was also Nasi Lemak, which was delicious! We also had satay! It was an unexpected celebration, because we only expected to get some fish. For eating that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we also &lt;strike&gt;bitched&lt;/strike&gt; gossiped about our &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; neighbour which we had fun at. And then I also helped out with the dishes because it was Jolene's birthday and she shouldn't do all the work alone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my topic and country for BGIC. It's North Korea and I'm under Human rights D: Kelvin was annoyed that he didn't get Korea, but then again I didn't want to swap. Human rights is better than politics *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first song that I mastered on the guitar is Mary Had a Little Lamb! And now I'm in the process of memorizing the tabs for Ayashi no Ceres' Scarlet theme. I can't wait to kambang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-3568864654481334919?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3568864654481334919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=3568864654481334919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3568864654481334919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/3568864654481334919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthdays-ddr-guitar-hero-and-children.html' title='Birthdays, DDR, Guitar Hero and Children.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4347766841184485740</id><published>2008-01-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:37:58.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canon In C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Dramatic effect, newsreport style. screams and shouts heard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jac has done it again! Another upload to youtube, obviously the first song he sent me to show off, CANON IN C! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CUT! CUT! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU CALL THAT BIG NEWS?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sorry, I made a mistake. Let me try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*monotonous tone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jac has decided to upload another video on youTube featuring his oh so famous Canon in C which he made improvisations. He has no views at the moment besides mine, so now I shall ask you to view it because he's a desperate kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CUT! CUT! that's too mean!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sigh, not again. I'm sorry it made him sound desperate for views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac has done it yet again. Another video has been uploaded to YouTube  featuring his improvised version of Canon In C. Please click this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hf4BcWOithQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to view it!&lt;br /&gt;*end dramatic effect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;P.S. Gey effect is there! His right hand was moving to the rhythm! The common gey disease is back! BWOH BWOH DOI!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, cept that someone gave me an apology, but I can't determine the sincerity of it. Ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty much a blah. I'm posting a picture of Tarap and I, because Hau wants it. Don't laugh at the huge body size you see me with :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/2192744830_6a909f34e1.jpg" alt="school attires" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of us today in the car. Yeah, we took the camera hoping that we'd see bangaus, but then we couldn't find any, except in the dump site, but the picture isn't that clear, but I'll post it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/2195128576_1d0b4f1829.jpg" alt="siblings" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was moving, so his chin looks retarded O_O and I :P at him because we we're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2195129504_26ec565b6b.jpg" alt="sunrise again" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2040/2195132014_342c6fd169.jpg" alt="sunrise" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white lil dots are either rubbish, or bangaus. It's not clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2328/2195130716_5e24257b18.jpg" alt="dumpsite" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4347766841184485740?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4347766841184485740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4347766841184485740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4347766841184485740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4347766841184485740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/canon-in-c.html' title='Canon In C'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/2192744830_6a909f34e1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-4156981384701951603</id><published>2008-01-13T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:17:55.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Parties</title><content type='html'>I hate formal dinner parties, because it feels strange being the youngest there. I attended a party yesterday and well it has its ups and downs. The ups and downs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up: I won the lucky draw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down: it was Men's Cologne. AND I CAN'T USE THAT?!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up: The food was delicious and I had second rounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down: It was saltier during the second round.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up: I went to stage to receive my prize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down: The guy called me SHELLY when I said Chien Yee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up: I spent time with my dad and cousin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down: My cousin poked me a lot, and it hurts, since it was at the ribs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up: I managed to go to JP Polo Club at last&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down: I should've spent hours on the phone talking to Hau instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah, I guess that's it. And now I shall blog about my apparent future career from my career Analysis in school yesterday (which I consider as a COMPLETE WASTE OF TIME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more to the Artistic side, meaning I can be a Graphics Designer, or something Designer. Which is good, because I love web designing. The only problem is - I want to be a software engineer. Ah wells. Who cares about career analysis shyt. It's all crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as usual I felt sleepy during class. I NEED TO CHANGE MY SLEEPING HABITS! The airconditioner was freezing cold and I forgot my jacket. WHEE. &lt; / sarcasm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for computer, my teacher gave me 8/10 for my coursework project and I worked like shit for it, while others got better results. BOO! They kept referring to mine. Cheaters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chem someone copied my work. WORD BY WORD. I purposely put in the wrong answer, and then she copied it word by word. DAMN IT! I feel so pissed off thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I HATE SCHOOL T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-4156981384701951603?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4156981384701951603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=4156981384701951603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4156981384701951603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/4156981384701951603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/dinner-parties.html' title='Dinner Parties'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29827760010704538.post-6812619172612264428</id><published>2008-01-11T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:43:39.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi... again.</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I've moved blogs. Whee. Anywho please do not link this blog unless you're in my links list. I'm sunning away from a particular someone who read the other blog, oh what fun [/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall spam my first entry with links to some places I recommend you to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://turtleness.myminicity.com"&gt;Turtleness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A site where the happy turtles are, trying to beat the piggies of piggieland. Just click, and maybe leave a shoutout there :) Our aim is to beat the piggies btw =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=LghuXu0zNG0"&gt;To Zanarkand, a piano piece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attempt at playing the FFX Piece, To Zanarkand, by Jac, the &lt;strike&gt;gey&lt;/strike&gt; unique friend I have. Don't worry he's straight (because I found out that he moved his legs up and down because he had to adjust the volume, not because of the common gay disease). Watch it, comment or even Fave it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jac: alrighties, I've publicized it. Now, do I get paid? XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29827760010704538-6812619172612264428?l=391ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6812619172612264428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29827760010704538&amp;postID=6812619172612264428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6812619172612264428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29827760010704538/posts/default/6812619172612264428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://391ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-again.html' title='Hi... again.'/><author><name>Chien Yee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSP2OWKaiR4/SiktIYOh7kI/AAAAAAAAABM/DwnGklFx7rc/S220/IMG_0084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
