<?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-8472514309704501677</id><updated>2011-08-05T16:17:20.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C l a r i t y</title><subtitle type='html'>My life in a nutshell.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>380</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6873792456563974023</id><published>2010-02-16T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:21:04.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVERYONE AND THEIR GRANDMOTHER (like, literally) HAS AN OPINION OF HOW I SHOULD KEEP MY HAIR. WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6873792456563974023?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6873792456563974023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6873792456563974023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6873792456563974023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6873792456563974023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyone-and-their-grandmother-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1515528585676755528</id><published>2010-02-15T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:45:06.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I'll be updating this blog regularly anymore. Well, maybe when I get my personal internet connection. Otherwise rl takes priority over anything in webspace. Especially now when I'm involved in so many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have time&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Tan even suggested me to join both netball and ODAC. Impossible la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I signed up for:&lt;br /&gt;1. ODAC&lt;br /&gt;2. House comm&lt;br /&gt;3. Netball&lt;br /&gt;4. Light think&lt;br /&gt;5. Cinderella: The Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines coming up&lt;br /&gt;1. 22/2 - File check on PW&lt;br /&gt;2. 26/2 - Chem Video Production Proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the teachers expect us to prepare for tutorials BEFORE tutorials. do they think we have 30 hours a day or smth??? *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT VJC ROCKS ANYWAYS. So yeah. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1515528585676755528?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1515528585676755528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1515528585676755528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1515528585676755528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1515528585676755528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-think-ill-be-updating-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-548502402524005086</id><published>2010-02-13T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:25:32.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT GO &lt;a href="http://www.alexis.com.my/html/ampang.html"&gt;ALEXIS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-548502402524005086?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/548502402524005086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=548502402524005086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/548502402524005086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/548502402524005086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-go-alexis.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7664333963399147126</id><published>2010-02-12T12:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:11:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been forever since I last updated.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! For valid reasons, considering my internet connection kinda died on me and I'm just waiting to get my own personal line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm really pissed off because it seemed that my fiddling with the proxies had made my safari impenetrable to all websites of which require secure connections. Like email accounts and stuff. So I actually have to use firefox, which I'm not exactly thrilled in doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And oh, MY DAD GOT A NEW CAR. Okay, so he got an old new car, which means he bought it off his friend; but it's bloody cool looking. Which also means that the Proton, despite its old ricketiness; is MINE. =D How many people can say they have their own car even before they officially have their own driving license???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have quite a lot of stuff to blog about, but I shall start with the most recent stuff; lest I forget. Instead, I'm just going to list down some stuff that happened, so that in future, when I have more time and patience, I might write them down. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;1. ORIENTATION! (PYXIS)&lt;br /&gt;2. ORIENTATION GROUP!&lt;br /&gt;3. SUNBURNSUNBURNSUNBURN!&lt;br /&gt;4. Mass dance!&lt;br /&gt;5. AWESOME!Class&lt;br /&gt;6. New!FRIENDS *****&lt;br /&gt;7. ROLLER SKATING!&lt;br /&gt;8. EASTCOASTPARK!!!&lt;br /&gt;9. CCAs: Housecomm, netball, ODAC, etccc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I totally love Victoria. SERIOUSLY. No way shall I ever regret going to VJC. EVER EVER EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ANYWAY. I almost died yesterday. FIRSTLY. I was accepted into Netball, something that I thought was totally unexpected since I had totally ZERO experience. And when I got in, they were like, "Oh, juniors we're going to do 2.4km." And I was like, oh shit. And then they said. "By the way, you can't pass 15 minutes." And I was then like, oh bloody hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so; I usually complete 2.4 before 15 - BUT I haven't ran since Sec 4 NAFA. Which was one year ago. Soooo I ran, and managed to finish at about 14 mins. AND THEN there were drills and sets and all the hellish stuff sports people go through but somehow never manage to complain about for some godforsaken reason. Granted, it was also the fact that the Netball team had a new coach; and she was trying to change the exercise regime such that even the seniors were pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THE VERY NEXT DAY. Third period PE. Which was another 2.4 km accompanied with two sets of starjumps, sit ups and push ups. &gt;_&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;Shall update more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I WANT A BIKE. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: *dreads V-day*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7664333963399147126?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7664333963399147126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7664333963399147126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7664333963399147126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7664333963399147126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-forever-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8137255333003308967</id><published>2010-02-12T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:26:19.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27/1/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today is my first day at Victoria Hall. Sounds awesome already, doesn't it? (in the most sarcastic way possible) Considering how similar it seems phonetically to the awe-inspiring Parry Hall, it is much much different. Sure, Parry Hall beats VH in such that it actually possesses a gym, an amazing feat indeed. However, it must be noted that Parry Hall does not have a normal human sized table, a shelf, proper sized rooms, and best of all; their own personal toilet per room. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because later on, I realised personal toilets aren't that fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when your roomies don't lean towards to hygiene freak type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were horrified when they first saw the toilet. I was, kinda. But considering I was expecting something a little similar it wasn't too bad. Still, it was enough to spur me on a shopping trip to Giant (Parkway, wor) to get gloves, a brush, the cool spraying disinfectant thinghy and assorted other cleaning materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In particular the scrubbing the toilet bowl stuff, when you see icky stuff getting stuck into your brush and you don't actually want to know what exactly they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people! (excluding a certain minority) They are fantastic fantastic fantastic so far. I mean, I met quite a few people that I never expected to see; which is super cool. And so far, we seem to click? I hope. Teh love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You should have seriously seen me before I went to the boarding school. I was like this heap of shivering mass of nervous wreck. I couldn't like act naturally when I went to XMS to see all the teachers. I WAS SO FREAKED OUT because this time I really didn't know anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, scholars. Since I'm staying in that particular boarding school for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but! It was okay la, the seniors so far all super friendly. Problem is, I can't exactly remember their names - a problem I always have at new places. I'm in the process of memorizing some people's names by keying their numbers into my phones though... Working semi-well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE VJC ALREADY. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bt i dun really like my orientation. i pthink. BUT MY LEADER IS SUPER COOL. =D)&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 12/2: I TOTALLY LOVED ORIENTATION AT THE END OKAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8137255333003308967?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8137255333003308967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8137255333003308967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8137255333003308967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8137255333003308967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/02/27110-today-is-my-first-day-at-victoria.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-410849749818988412</id><published>2010-01-26T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:38:45.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow going to school early tomorrow morning so that I can see all the teachers, which I actually haven't seen since I got my results. Kinda sad actually, and was feeling kinda ungrateful-ish considering that they've did so much to motivate and help me along throughout the years (two). If by some chance I get into VJC, I'll probably not going to have the chance to go back to school as often cause it's so far away unless of course it's gonna be some event like Homecoming day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which would be kinda annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Because everybody is like going to crowd in school during those times, making it impossible to have any quality time whatsoever with any of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also kinda convenient considering I can actually get my appeal form if I'm really desperate to get into my school of choice, which I seriously doubt I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 0800 Hours tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S18McCSPBaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zR9zgDPBVS4/s1600-h/led-watch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S18McCSPBaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zR9zgDPBVS4/s320/led-watch1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431073351421330850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-410849749818988412?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/410849749818988412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=410849749818988412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/410849749818988412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/410849749818988412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow-going-to-school-early-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S18McCSPBaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zR9zgDPBVS4/s72-c/led-watch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3411494099409430922</id><published>2010-01-25T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:11:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think.&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;Very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for some reason, my method of escape isn't very effective.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to feel better by thinking that things might look up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3411494099409430922?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3411494099409430922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3411494099409430922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3411494099409430922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3411494099409430922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-4112799578869989849</id><published>2010-01-25T01:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:22:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discussed a bit on university of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Oh leaving KL to go to UK to study F&amp;B management in Birmingham soon... And it's privately funded, so he needs a part time job; considering his boarding fees already reach about 2000 pounds per year. It just seems so real, now; that uni is lurking and I have to decide whether I really am serious about what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because I haven't been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, compared to some; I might seem the straight-laced mugger - but really, I'm not. I don't put as much effort into studying as I do in other realms of interest. Heck, I might be more determined in doodling than in hitting the books. Even me choosing Victoria Jc is because I want a fun jc life, and today I realised how finnicky I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For one thing, everyone I know make their choice on which education institute they are vying for based on prestige and the quality of education offered. I chose my jc because I thought it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe it's because I take it too much for granted that part of my tertiary education is covered??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And lots of people I know are aiming for national universities overseas, the ivy league, harvard, cambridge, yale, etc. etc. I never even dreamt of trying for any of the prominent jcs that intimidate me even through the tv screen, but now people around me are. So it's a bit of a shock, considering I even know someone who was accepted into Oxford but rejected the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bucking up required, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZJ proved the pythagorean theorem. Lol. Quite interesting la, the way he prove.... =D (I think he's bloody smart, considering how he invented it himself. I think? Makes me feel retarded only, with him taking Further Maths and all)&lt;br /&gt;Step by step... (for you-know-who =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yI9bOSoBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ot2EuTXzF3A/s1600-h/phy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yI9bOSoBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ot2EuTXzF3A/s320/phy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430365839563071506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's a square within a square, fyi. My art sucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area of square&lt;br /&gt;= (a+b)^2&lt;br /&gt;= a^2 + b^2 +2ab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area of triangles&lt;br /&gt;= 1/2ab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area of inverted square&lt;br /&gt;= c^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: a^2 + b^2 + 2ab = 4(1/2ab) + c^2&lt;br /&gt;    a^2 + b^2 = c^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right??&lt;br /&gt;I totally didn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry la, stupid wat, =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE BECCA SEE.&lt;br /&gt;D=&lt;br /&gt;(see you @ the end of the year)&lt;br /&gt;PS: you should totally have gone out with us today. DDD=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;DEV&lt;br /&gt;(if you ever read this, though I doubt you will)&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you in UK! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-4112799578869989849?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/4112799578869989849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=4112799578869989849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4112799578869989849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4112799578869989849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/discussed-bit-on-university-of-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yI9bOSoBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ot2EuTXzF3A/s72-c/phy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3447178730105858329</id><published>2010-01-24T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:25:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to CERTAIN PPL, pics must be put up in my blog. Of real people. That we personally know of. Because apparently, it's boring otherwise. And it's to keep record of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/1/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yPQphZKuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e2bOFJCMNFw/s1600-h/16942_423518475061_710050061_10511551_7381240_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yPQphZKuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e2bOFJCMNFw/s320/16942_423518475061_710050061_10511551_7381240_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430372766888569570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ Solaris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/1/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yPc00o4jI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7XDHe9oWDzA/s1600-h/19659_265412161278_565191278_3479877_7036843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yPc00o4jI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7XDHe9oWDzA/s320/19659_265412161278_565191278_3479877_7036843_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430372976080511538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yin turns legal! (like it's going to make much of a difference to all of us anyway... &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to look for more pics already. Lazy. And paiseh la. So don't want...&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE ELLIE ELLIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yOz02F-WI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0lmLECrUezU/s1600-h/Image0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yOz02F-WI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0lmLECrUezU/s320/Image0752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430372271711975778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cute right??? I swear she was posing for me to take photo.&lt;br /&gt;At least she doesn't shed when I scratch/pet her.&lt;br /&gt;VICO TOTALLY DOES. And I like have hair on my palms sometimes. Which is kinda gross. So I have to shower after playing with her or generally avoid her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vico is all bark and no bite though. People generally call her super fierce, but she's like just a very good actress. When she sees us coming, she's suddenly the dutiful guard dog. REALLY! Bloody smart la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3447178730105858329?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3447178730105858329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3447178730105858329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3447178730105858329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3447178730105858329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/according-to-certain-ppl-pics-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1yPQphZKuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e2bOFJCMNFw/s72-c/16942_423518475061_710050061_10511551_7381240_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-682840609453335577</id><published>2010-01-23T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:01:39.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1rIuSbZRYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GPKMaTIJEHY/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1rIuSbZRYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GPKMaTIJEHY/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429872998294832514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJC and Victoria Hall in aerial view.&lt;br /&gt;(this is all provided i get in though, lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-682840609453335577?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/682840609453335577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=682840609453335577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/682840609453335577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/682840609453335577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1rIuSbZRYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GPKMaTIJEHY/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-5906532274707344340</id><published>2010-01-22T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:54:10.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH BTW&lt;br /&gt;almost forgot!&lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;One of my childhood friend's mother was pushing him to "marry me" in the future, while his father was leaning towards another of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;His identity shall not be divulged though, for privacy sakes.&lt;br /&gt;O=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPOVER (yet again!) TONIGHT. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-5906532274707344340?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/5906532274707344340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=5906532274707344340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5906532274707344340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5906532274707344340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-btw-almost-forgot-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1927628891595711045</id><published>2010-01-22T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:43:17.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just back from XXX with Kar Yee, Vincent, Fong and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kar Yee had this RM60 discount voucher for Boston so she couldn't like invite a lot of ppl and it was quite exclusive la. So we went there and there was free flow of red wine because it was LADIES' NIGHT. I suppose we must have looked quite mature la, considering they didn't even bother checking our IDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY WE'RE 18 THIS YEAR! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the pricing was not bad, RM24 for lambchop with fries and veggies on the side, gorgeous mushroom soup with the most delicious of garlic bread and one of the most refreshing milk tea I have ever tasted. And oh, since we ordered the main dish, we got the wine. And there were three glasses for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Michelle, being Miss Intelligent drank her glass, and proceeded to my half drunk one despite our many warnings about how her face was about to resemble a tomato and looked super drunk. I couldn't finish mine, hating the taste of alcohol (Yes, even Baileys which is practically vanilla malt with barely double digit alcohol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We kept having waiters constantly visiting our table to refill our red wine, but only to walk away disappointed when they saw ours was still quite full. Was kinda funny watching waiters walking to and fro to our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MICHELLE KEPT TAKING PHOTOS OF HERSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we went to SOULED OUT for dessert. But before that we had to go to Cold Storage to make sure Michelle looked semi-decent and walked around for like half an hour to look for tea so that she could sober up. Which she kinda never drank. We were so scared she would puke in the car we made her sit by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MICHELLE KEPT TAKING PHOTOS OF HERSELF. (yes, even drunk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had a Shirley Temple, Kar Yee a Virgin Margarita, Fong a Lemonade Berry, Vincent a Long Island and Michelle a cup of water that looked suspiciously as if it was taken from a fountain of drain water nearby. We played Bullshit there, which was kinda boring because me and Kar Yee kept winning first and we keep having to watch the other three fight amongst themselves. So it was decided that we drive round (decided without my consent, actually. i HATE travelling) AND we went all the way to Sunway and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MICHELLE KEPT TAKING PHOTOS OF HERSELF. (yes, in the car!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hm, I sense a patttern...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird. Like this time round I came back, kept imbibing in alcohol. Eventhough I kinda don't really like it. (acquired taste, maybe?) =.=.=.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1iEDFkW5oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U5e7748y_3M/s1600-h/RedWine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1iEDFkW5oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U5e7748y_3M/s320/RedWine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234539364279938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1927628891595711045?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1927628891595711045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1927628891595711045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1927628891595711045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1927628891595711045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-back-from-xxx-with-kar-yee-vincent.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1iEDFkW5oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U5e7748y_3M/s72-c/RedWine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-2323716060721209566</id><published>2010-01-20T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:34:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was on the way back from Shuk's house when my dad decided to tell me some stuff about his childhood, partly triggered by Mei yin's mention of her uncle in hotel management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He told me that he and Meiyin's dad both skipped school, my dad; to go out and Meiyin's to go back to sleep. He also told me he got into a 3 day suspension because of a fight. Which theoretically didn't happen in all actuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It went like this;&lt;br /&gt;There was a school bully who went around keeping true to his namesake. Unfortunately for him, one day; he picked the wrong victim. My dad's friend. So my dad, TYPICALLY confronted him and negotiated - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to set a date and time to fight&lt;/span&gt;. SO. Rumors spread as rumors do and crowds of people gathered at the designated place to watch a potential bloodbath. My dad and his opponent, were just, um;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; late&lt;/span&gt;. So they weren't there when police swarmed over the scene and called up the school for investigation. The school found out soon enough and put my dad, the bully AND the victim on a three day suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND THE WORST PART IS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My dad and the victim went to watch movies for the entire three day suspension because of some half price thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum married a delinquent.&lt;br /&gt; (Because they knew each other since they were like 15, in high school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM.&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder if it's part of my genetic disposition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW.&lt;br /&gt;FAN WENEEDTHENAME! It's AWESOME! (cuz we all know Shuk is awesome =DDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1ciiqyRA0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zRZPNTGDNvA/s1600-h/WENEEDANAME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1ciiqyRA0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zRZPNTGDNvA/s320/WENEEDANAME.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428845854814438210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-2323716060721209566?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/2323716060721209566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=2323716060721209566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2323716060721209566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2323716060721209566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-was-on-way-back-from-shuks-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1ciiqyRA0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zRZPNTGDNvA/s72-c/WENEEDANAME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-853854447731102188</id><published>2010-01-19T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:12:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY NOT SAD ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, I hv major moodswings; but I really dun like to be upset for more than a few hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS EVERYONE WHO DIDN'T ALMOST DIE LAUGHING AT ME FLUNKING. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The reason why I failed is actually very very very stupid. I'd laugh it wasn't mean. Like hysterically. First of all, for all those who don't know what the driving exam is about, it's separated into two parts - Part II and Part III. Part I was a theory based exam that I already passed, Part II has three sections, uphill, side parking and three point turn. Part III in jalan raya (road?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So anyway, I FAILED Part II at the uphill part. WhichmeansIdon'tgettoeventrysideparkingandthreepointturn. I was so shocked that I failed uphill, considering I've been practicing 999 billion times for it and have been quite pro at it for a while, both in the kancil and my dad's honda. I FLUNKED because I forgot to pull the handbrake. Which was because the examiner suddenly barked at me, "Jalan!" and I was so startled my brain couldn't operate to decipher what he said, so I let go of my brake by accident..... and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the jalan raya section, I failed because of the stupidest reason of all. Remember my disastrous sense of direction? Of which I couldn't navigate my way out of a paper bag? And that I get lost is car parks? Well, I flunked jalan raya because I simply DID NOT KNOW THE WAY for route 1. I was so pissed at myself I started crying halfway when the instructor asked me to change seats with him. But he was quite nice la, he said that he could tell I'm experienced with cars because I drove quite well and I couldn't have failed had I knew the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1V0eqBP3wI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1HTeHtAhKFg/s1600-h/mban866l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1V0eqBP3wI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1HTeHtAhKFg/s320/mban866l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428372995889422082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TOO LATE BY THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I begged my dad to come pick me up from the testing area because I wanted to cry so badly I didn't want to make a scene in the van where 99.9% of the people there passed both sections. I waited so bloody long at the end I couldn't cry because I was completely dehydrated by the glaring heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, I met Jun Lin there. he has the P LICENSE NOW! so we can bug him to drive us around!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;seems like lots of people dunno I'm back in KL. And they just found out recently. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;SO, gonna go out like everyday again for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided of course, I don't get sick again. Which I kinda think is going to happen really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDICTED TO MEDICAL MANGA RECENTLY!&lt;br /&gt;The mangaka of Yakitake Japan started this manga on pediatricians which was kinda cool because you can see how the doctors there improvise and use pwnage techniques to save kiddies. Pediatricians are apparently the hardest kind of doctors because kids have fine veins and arteries, and their organs are all smaller than adult ones so a lot of precision is required. Also kiddies might not listen to the doctor, with some scared of needles or naturally defiant towards medical officers so pediatricians must also be able to placate the kiddies first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently this manga was made due to the shortage of pediatricians in Japan recently.&lt;br /&gt;CHECK IT OUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Saijou_no_Meii/"&gt;Saijou no Meii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1V2qrXisGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rbXlb7RgUCo/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1V2qrXisGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rbXlb7RgUCo/s320/logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428375401433051234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Team Medical Dragon is another cool manga. I previously rejected it when I was like, 12; because there were nude scenes in the beginning and some parts were really graphic. But after reading Gantz, Beserk and other Seinen manga, this is like child's play. In this manga, the best doctors in Japan (kinda) gather to perform Batista, a heart operation in which an entire section of ventricular tissue without repairing the mitral valves. Which is kinda awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Team_Medical_Dragon/"&gt;Team Medical Dragon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1V3WnDPqTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hUgYwpeRDpQ/s1600-h/logo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1V3WnDPqTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hUgYwpeRDpQ/s320/logo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428376156188420402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY PRETTY ART. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-853854447731102188?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/853854447731102188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=853854447731102188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/853854447731102188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/853854447731102188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-not-sad-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1V0eqBP3wI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1HTeHtAhKFg/s72-c/mban866l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3096085223632761799</id><published>2010-01-19T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:26:37.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FLUNKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elucidate in case I provoke the return of suicidal notions and bouts of extreme self hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3096085223632761799?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3096085223632761799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3096085223632761799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3096085223632761799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3096085223632761799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/flunked.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-2962317470320963484</id><published>2010-01-18T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:24:13.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't wait for tomorrow to be over!&lt;br /&gt; *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;DDDDD=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-2962317470320963484?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/2962317470320963484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=2962317470320963484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2962317470320963484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2962317470320963484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-wait-for-tomorrow-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-2425133299515584567</id><published>2010-01-17T19:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:18:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;Survived driving class again!&lt;br /&gt;And today was especially awesome because we went ALL THE WAY TO BATU CAVES which is 99 billion light years away from Kepong. And I DROVE ALL THE WAY BACK even though there was a MASSIVE TRAFFIC JAM. (which means the instructor trusts me not to stall the car in the middle of the road!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody happy because I managed to do uphill, side parking and three point turn and jalan raya and conquer the traffic jam with minimal insults from the monster (oops, instructor) next to me. =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DRIVING TEST ON TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1LwaqY9adI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eqbIoe1NPBE/s1600-h/panic-button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1LwaqY9adI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eqbIoe1NPBE/s320/panic-button.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427664841781111250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And it turns out everybody and their grandmother's taking the test on 19th Jan, including but not limited to KC, Junlin, Joyce, Becca S, assorted fellow Kepong Driving Institution people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I checked out Victoria JC website today (erm, a little later than I'm supposed to?) and found out XMS's virtual tour actually pwns &lt;br /&gt;VJC's. So. Felt kinda sad after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very, very side note. If you watched the Vampire's Assistant, or even read the Darren Shan books; you should really check Onemanga out, they have the manga based on the actual novel. Which I find quite interesting actually, despite the fact that the actual books make me want to claw my eyes out in boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1Lx5PdhhxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DBmHJGMjbp8/s1600-h/n55118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1Lx5PdhhxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DBmHJGMjbp8/s320/n55118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427666466640070418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1LxUwEMB_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0H8kf7gH06k/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1LxUwEMB_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0H8kf7gH06k/s320/logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427665839737014258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1Lxn-5rEBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RCB4Uc91OVM/s1600-h/vampires_assistant_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1Lxn-5rEBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RCB4Uc91OVM/s320/vampires_assistant_poster2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427666170136956946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-2425133299515584567?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/2425133299515584567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=2425133299515584567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2425133299515584567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2425133299515584567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1LwaqY9adI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eqbIoe1NPBE/s72-c/panic-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6767683296253805716</id><published>2010-01-16T21:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T08:53:40.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>obligatory blog post of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;I'M DAMN HAPPY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CAN'T TELL FROM THE CAPSLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Simple reason actually, I finally feel very much cheered up after a certain thing that happened that which I should not mention otherwise tonnes of people would come after me with rusty butter knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I went jogging in DPC and I managed to jog one round without stopping (SUPER ACHIEVEMENT!) which made me really happy because I never exercised since, erm, PE ended. And I did the jogging with BLISTERY feet until my plasters sort of peeled off and my heel was kinda bleeding. So. Erm. Yeah. Rode a bike as well, which I found was super fun, because I haven't rode one in almost forever and was impressed I'm still kinda good at it. I think it's because of driving (lol) that improved my steering capabilities. I also talked to some random dog owners who had reallyreallyreally cute dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This little doggie was like so excited, kept sniffing happily at everything. VERY CUTE LA. Almost as cute as Ellie when Shuk first got her! Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also went to Su &amp; YJ's place for sleepover AGAIN which made me feel quite exuberant as well, considering I met quite a few people I haven't seen in a while. Got the chance to talk to Wynne and Tim, of which the former I hardly have the chance to - which had previously led to many a awkward silence. And Tim had lots of interesting stories about his Canadian teachers, which was really entertaining. Seriously, you cannot get bored around him. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Played rockband for hours, ate pasta, drank uberlicious coffee, had gorgeous cheesecake, and best of all, watched the slideshow of photos compiled by Su &amp; YJ of us since we were like 12. It's damn fun seeing how much all of us changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO got some medicine for my rashes, which was starting to itch so badly I was seriously considering scratching all my skin off with a sandpaper. Or some equivalent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1HGCumMHnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iIYZE7FLWkE/s1600-h/Happy_medicine_by_0verdoze_of_dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1HGCumMHnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iIYZE7FLWkE/s320/Happy_medicine_by_0verdoze_of_dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427336776128405106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I went shopping with my mum and dad, which was supposedly a reward for my results. (RETAIL THERAPY!!!) So, got my shoes and quite a few sets of clothes for bloody cheap, because we weren't allowed to try them on - and when I got back, they fit perfectly! SO. Kinda happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ a few random other things that happen that are kinda pointless to blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and therefore equals, me =&gt; =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving class tomorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who cares:&lt;br /&gt;VJC, NJC, ACJC, TJC, CJC, NYJC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6767683296253805716?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6767683296253805716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6767683296253805716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6767683296253805716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6767683296253805716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/obligatory-blog-post-of-today-hello-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S1HGCumMHnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iIYZE7FLWkE/s72-c/Happy_medicine_by_0verdoze_of_dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6757723445519957726</id><published>2010-01-15T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:01:44.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just found the pink autograph book not too long ago and ALMOST CRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, I totally didn't know it was from 402, I thought it was some random book from MOE and didn't touch it until yesterday. Super sad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I realised almost everyone mentioned me and sports. 0_o!) &lt;-- I'm planning to join modern dance or softball in VJC. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAU IF I SAW IT ON THE DAY ITSELF I COULD HAVE THANKED EVERYONE PERSONALLY LA. DDDDD=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: @Van, the angel still looks like she has big boobs la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0_2jQtQhVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/94qoGS_MaNo/s1600-h/Image0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0_2jQtQhVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/94qoGS_MaNo/s320/Image0738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426827161645385042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I don't really get James' entry. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, yesterday was seriously a day of destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I met five people that I totally didn't expect to meet on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I met Liangxin who was on the way to Kovan to go play pool. Which was totally shocking. It was damn funny because we both saw each other and stun for a while before finding out that the other is actually, erm, the other. Then we had this super awkward conversation before I left to take the Circle line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THEN I met Yixin and Zhiwei. Sure, we stay within 100m of each other, but I didn't expect to take the same train with them to Bishan. Talked a little on the way there, and then parted ways. After that, I went to Novena square and was waiting for the bus when I met &lt;small&gt;(the really hot guy from Catholic)&lt;/small&gt; Ji En there. Turns out that, he lives in Kepong too!!! (my seat was also COINCIDENTALLY next to him. and his parents were also from Penang. and we both got the same O level results. and he'll probably go to the same jc as i will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LASTLY, I met the guy from HC who studies at Bukit Panjang AGAIN, after meeting him the previous day. He's the guy who emceed National Day with April that one time, and I was taking the same bus with him!!! Granted, I've seen him a few times in 1U when we went bowling, but didn't expect to see him again! So funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND since Sharon checks my blog, I quote; "an average of 4 times a day" I'm supposedly obligated to update once a day. 0_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6757723445519957726?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6757723445519957726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6757723445519957726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6757723445519957726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6757723445519957726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-found-pink-autograph-book-not-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0_2jQtQhVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/94qoGS_MaNo/s72-c/Image0738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3549516141770472113</id><published>2010-01-11T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:25:41.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my O's results... and the world still continues revolving on its axis. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty uneventful la.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have much to blog, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BUT I HAVE STUFF TO WHINE ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt; Like the fact that I'll probably see every scholar who got above 6A1s in VJC because there's really no bleeding other place to go. And how it doesn't matter if you got 6A1s, 4F9s or 9A1s, 1A2 because you're going to end up there anyway, since RJCandHCJConlyaccept10A1sscholars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA GET THE SAME ROOMMATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And odds are, I'LL VERY LIKELY HAVE THEM AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodybloodyhell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that April manages to overpower Mdm Liew and come to VJC, because otherwise I'm going to be veryvery sad there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;402 rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Top student from CHIJ St Nick again, with 44 students nationwide scoring 9A1s &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1029869/1/.html"&gt;CNA&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3549516141770472113?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3549516141770472113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3549516141770472113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3549516141770472113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3549516141770472113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-my-os-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3539138429667988046</id><published>2010-01-11T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:49:14.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erm, okay.&lt;br /&gt;I just dreamt that my L1R5 reached 32.&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3539138429667988046?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3539138429667988046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3539138429667988046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3539138429667988046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3539138429667988046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/erm-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-5543918181096579755</id><published>2010-01-09T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:24:26.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do I see WWIII lurking in the horizon?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe not- depending on whether our international friends are going to stick their noses in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-5543918181096579755?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/5543918181096579755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=5543918181096579755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5543918181096579755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5543918181096579755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-i-see-wwii-lurking-in-horizon-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6490720210506440692</id><published>2010-01-08T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:28:32.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAD FUN IN DPC AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I kinda always have fun as long as people are around. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;BUT. quite worried that during the 14th-26th break will be quite alone since everyone's starting college on the 11th. DDDD=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooo.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6490720210506440692?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6490720210506440692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6490720210506440692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6490720210506440692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6490720210506440692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-fun-in-dpc-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8716775874676085282</id><published>2010-01-08T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:03:39.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDD=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like now, I feel so frustrated. I know that the day to getting our results back is so close by, and despite me dreading/hating it - I can't help but want to get over it. I keep thinking about it, to the extent I actually cannot enjoy anything I've been doing today. Which kinda pisses me off. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I'm damn scared of going to school on Monday. It's like at a very retarded time, 2 pm; which means we have hours of agonizing once we wake up. Which is why I really really hope we have a class gathering before we take our results, and we go to school together - so I get slightly distracted from the fact that we're finally getting the results of the exams we've been studying for for four years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bloodybloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0bznaSOteI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OYBw-J9A7oQ/s1600-h/stressed-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0bznaSOteI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OYBw-J9A7oQ/s320/stressed-out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424290659610572258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to be in KL way longer than I thought. Apparently, I can leave after getting my results on 14th till 26th which is kinda cool since it'll mean I can celebrate Mei Yin's birthday (unfortunately missing both CX and Omar's) and go for YJ and Suzanna's sleepover AND have ample time to prepare for driving test. But otherwise, I think I might just rot in boredom if I don't go out everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for the past three days I've only gone out like part of the day, in the morning, and back in the afternoon, or in the evening and home the rest of the time. Worse still, because school started, I'm left alone - and I feel really really bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I keep hearing people talking about how college was, which sounds really interesting....... &lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO START COLLEGE ALREADY DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe I'll go back early, like after Mei Yin's birthday - I have like tonnes of things I'm supposed to do with Sharon anyway. =///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a side note, it seems that the new juniors are quite interesting, can't wait to meet them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8716775874676085282?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8716775874676085282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8716775874676085282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8716775874676085282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8716775874676085282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0bznaSOteI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OYBw-J9A7oQ/s72-c/stressed-out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-2862885151197740538</id><published>2010-01-07T14:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:00:00.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drove dad's car yesterday, the manual Honda. Quite fun la, dad says I have a good control of the clutch, which is miraculous in itself because his car's clutch is very deep inside and very hard to press. My legs hurt after like half an hour because my heel wasn't on the ground and I had to support the weight of my leg while controlling the pressure on the clutch. Dad initially didn't want me to drive his car because it had too much power, and every slight mistake with the clutch would cause the car to jerk and stall. Butttt he gave in finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS HOPE THAT I MIGHT PASS. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0V7f0SOa5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XeTj5Zw652E/s1600-h/baby-driving-car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0V7f0SOa5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XeTj5Zw652E/s320/baby-driving-car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423877112778877842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Manual driving is funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had SATAY yesterday... =DDD&lt;br /&gt;And skyped with brother just to show him the peanut sauce drenched, juicy satay through the webcam. Think it's cool that we've gotten kinda close after we all went overseas. And he's totally having the time of his life la, with him being in London, the city where almost everything happens (in the EU I mean) and having student discounts left right centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He even bought me a DKNY bag costing RM300. =.=&lt;br /&gt;RICH LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He also said that London's academical approach is boring, which is understandable; since it's the very model all Commonwealth countries (A.K.A _us_) follow. But he didn't mind beause, I quote; "I'm too lazy to prepare before the lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I totally would; too. But I wouldn't have forgone an entire country just because of laziness. =/////&lt;br /&gt;And with his qualifications, he could totally have gone to many US unis with ease la. I suppose that LSE isn't bad in itself, being rather prestigious as well - so I can't really say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=3A89C29D87E4F4EC&amp;search_query=world%27s+strictest+parents"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0V9WQ1F0LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5lHzJNCuMQQ/s1600-h/worlds_strictest_parents-430x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0V9WQ1F0LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5lHzJNCuMQQ/s320/worlds_strictest_parents-430x250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423879147665871026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=3A89C29D87E4F4EC&amp;search_query=world%27s+strictest+parents"&gt;World's Strictest Parents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, watch for the Brit accent!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-2862885151197740538?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/2862885151197740538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=2862885151197740538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2862885151197740538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2862885151197740538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/drove-dads-car-yesterday-manual-honda.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0V7f0SOa5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XeTj5Zw652E/s72-c/baby-driving-car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-2938060637798723800</id><published>2010-01-06T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:44:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0Shr9ehRVI/AAAAAAAAAII/bfzvxddhzig/s1600-h/Anon-Grave-Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0Shr9ehRVI/AAAAAAAAAII/bfzvxddhzig/s320/Anon-Grave-Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423637627869939026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.sg/media/press/2010/01/o-level-results-jae-jpsae-2010.php"&gt;O level results date&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-2938060637798723800?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/2938060637798723800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=2938060637798723800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2938060637798723800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2938060637798723800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-level-results-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0Shr9ehRVI/AAAAAAAAAII/bfzvxddhzig/s72-c/Anon-Grave-Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7997720907764576791</id><published>2010-01-06T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:46:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nice lunch with the Sees today and talked over which uni I would want to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because apparently, US's educational system is less rigid, more interactive than the British ones. According to YJ, students actually prepare for the class beforehand and throughout the entire lesson, they discuss and debate the subject with the lecturer. Which sounds pretty fun, compared to the normal lecture system in which teachers drone and students groan. Provided they're even awake to do so. (which I completely resolve to be, the entire next year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I really love the Sees because they always give good advice without it sounding of preachy or naggy; but just in an adult to adult sort of way. And they still take note of what we all do, eventhough they aren't in charge of us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, going to Youth this week. Feel kinda nervous because I haven't really met the new DG leaders yet. As in, haven't met them since they were made DG leaders. Aside from the time where I saw them pray for the SPM takers, but that doesn't really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0Rp6w2ep0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/XRHr0_7vV4w/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0Rp6w2ep0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/XRHr0_7vV4w/s320/cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423576309527652162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Feel really regretful that I couldn't meet up with Dev before she went back to England, with her trip with BeccaSee, Hazel and Joel Foong just because my parents had an appointment. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the way, communication is seriously the most important key to everything. Really really really. I thought that Shuk was like pissed at me for something because she didn't ask me to Singapore with her for new year's countdown. She thought I was pissed with her because she asked me to lend her my phone. In truth, she did ask me, many months ago such that I forgot! And I wasn't pissed at her at all, just that my message didn't get through when I sms-ed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So... NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWERS OF COMMUNICATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0Rp7Y_rIyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8uJATtDzSkY/s1600-h/PhoneComputerOnBeachE300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0Rp7Y_rIyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8uJATtDzSkY/s320/PhoneComputerOnBeachE300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423576320303637282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7997720907764576791?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7997720907764576791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7997720907764576791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7997720907764576791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7997720907764576791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-nice-lunch-with-sees-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0Rp6w2ep0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/XRHr0_7vV4w/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7955047280270811036</id><published>2010-01-05T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:35:21.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/sciencetechnology/displayStory.cfm?story_id=15207287&amp;source=features_box_main"&gt;Search for a second earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny how humans, having already destroyed(ing) one planet, is looking for another to inhabit. Because face it, humans are essentially parasites. We don't do much to contribute the environment, but we search for all ways to exploit every resource it possesses, destroying many other lives in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, watched The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus today. It's very fantasy-ish; as in more so than any fantasy film I ever watched, which is pretty much a lot. It wasn't terrible, I guess - but the ending leaves much to be desired; and there doesn't seem to be much plot. I suppose the main saving grace is because the movie had two incredible people in it, JOHNNY DEPP and ANDREW GARFIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ7NTGVwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wWPTfVFscRQ/s1600-h/404px-ImagOfParn_span.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ7NTGVwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wWPTfVFscRQ/s320/404px-ImagOfParn_span.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423267354396481282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you're guy I guess you can stare at Lily Cole (the model) and her, I quote; "well proportioned boobs". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ8J-UKrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/shzFtGAr3sk/s1600-h/imaginarium011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ8J-UKrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/shzFtGAr3sk/s320/imaginarium011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423267370683869874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, it's the last movie Heath Ledger's gonna star at, since he died in the middle of filming it - so I suppose that's a movie that should be watched. They made the Heath Ledger &gt; Johnny Depp &gt; Colin Farell &gt; Jude Law actor switch seem very natural, so I really applaud the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ7qQDS-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/b7Zl-CtXgis/s1600-h/depp-parnassus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ7qQDS-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/b7Zl-CtXgis/s320/depp-parnassus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423267362168327138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY DEPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ7w8Gq5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/lC8qJRk8nms/s1600-h/doctor_parnassus_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ7w8Gq5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/lC8qJRk8nms/s320/doctor_parnassus_16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423267363963710354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Garfield here. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jude Law is still the best though. (though I didn't notice it was him in the movie!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ8R5qoDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5Q5Xu0rZuoU/s1600-h/law-parnassus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ8R5qoDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5Q5Xu0rZuoU/s320/law-parnassus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423267372811853874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Andrew Garfield in drag is pretty. Like serious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that were never solved:&lt;br /&gt;1. Symbols on head&lt;br /&gt;2. Anklet on leg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7955047280270811036?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7955047280270811036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7955047280270811036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7955047280270811036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7955047280270811036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/search-for-second-earth-jude-law-actor.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NQ7NTGVwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wWPTfVFscRQ/s72-c/404px-ImagOfParn_span.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3528461097612042335</id><published>2010-01-05T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:52:58.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this really long post about JC/unis and I realised I can't say anything about anything at all because I haven't gotten my results and I probably won't qualify for the school I want to go to anyway so I deleted it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3528461097612042335?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3528461097612042335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3528461097612042335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3528461097612042335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3528461097612042335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wrote-this-really-long-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7553558901876040213</id><published>2010-01-04T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:21:06.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.djearworm.com/united-state-of-pop-2009-blame-it-on-the-pop.htm"&gt;Mash up 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all music lovers!&lt;br /&gt;The mash up of the 25 pop hits of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still starstruck by Jude Law's awesomeness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7553558901876040213?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7553558901876040213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7553558901876040213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7553558901876040213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7553558901876040213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/mash-up-2009-for-all-music-lovers-mash.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-4910693601571355091</id><published>2010-01-03T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:00:39.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUDE LAW IS SUPER HOT.&lt;br /&gt;Shall elucidate when I have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, SHERLOCK HOLMES IS THE BEST MOVIE OF THE YEAR. DEFINITELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(way better than the books, because it has JUDE LAW and maybe Robert Downey Jr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - also, probably the only guy who looks hot in a mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YAY! SEQUEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTEqjL-qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q_ZI5gJlunA/s1600-h/jude-law-sherlock-holmes-movie-poster-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTEqjL-qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q_ZI5gJlunA/s320/jude-law-sherlock-holmes-movie-poster-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423269715890666146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUDE LAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTDwGpg-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/452bNtgQs-M/s1600-h/sherlock-holmes-movie-poster-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTDwGpg-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/452bNtgQs-M/s320/sherlock-holmes-movie-poster-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423269700201710562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT DOWNEY JR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTFVw2FFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/r-CqQBAOM70/s1600-h/rachel-mcadams-sherlock-holmes-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTFVw2FFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/r-CqQBAOM70/s320/rachel-mcadams-sherlock-holmes-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423269727490675794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL MCADAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTFB3I5vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8-eabJmCl7U/s1600-h/Mark+Strong+as+Blackwood+-+Sherlock+Holmes+movie+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTFB3I5vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8-eabJmCl7U/s320/Mark+Strong+as+Blackwood+-+Sherlock+Holmes+movie+poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423269722148366066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARK STRONG (whom is better looking with hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTESTFtKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SKdKjFhAakw/s1600-h/sherlock_holmes_judelaw_robertdowneyjr-500x332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTESTFtKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SKdKjFhAakw/s320/sherlock_holmes_judelaw_robertdowneyjr-500x332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423269709380695202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of them investigating! (the red haired midget!) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you hate british accents, sherlock holmes and sir arthur conan doyle, you should totally watch it anyway for the eye candy. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-4910693601571355091?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/4910693601571355091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=4910693601571355091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4910693601571355091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4910693601571355091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/jude-law-is-super-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0NTEqjL-qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q_ZI5gJlunA/s72-c/jude-law-sherlock-holmes-movie-poster-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-712764888265787499</id><published>2010-01-03T11:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:09:12.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have six piercings now!&lt;br /&gt; The mild pain was totally worth it when I saw my parents' face when they saw it. They said that they felt their ears burning just looking at me. Of course, it must be noted that my mother herself has quite a number of piercings. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, it seems, that they actually allow us to pay for single side piercings, something that I've been trying to get like forever. But since I was at my fourth, might as well make it a nice, even number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its really annoying how I got my piercings when the holidays are almost ending; which means the one week healing time will extend into the time of which I need to go back to school. Hopefully, nobody will bother looking at my ears as I put on some really obscure earstuds people can't see unless they squint. Anyway, there's no chance I'll be on stage so I don't have to subject myself to public scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I can drive an auto smoothly now. Note,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;auto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So much so, I got so bored (my mum's auto can't go fast) and felt drowsy in less than half an hour. A manual gives more of a challenge, I think. You have to pay more attention to the driving; and I think there's just something really fun when you change your gear; like this smooth movement when you press onto the clutch, adjust your gear and slowly let go of the clutch. It's like a dance move or something, fluid and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;graceful&lt;/span&gt; - forgive my lousy similes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm taking my driving exam on the 19th of Jan; which by then, I'll hopefully be back in KL. And have taken a few driving lessons prior to that. I refuse to face the complete and utter embarrassment of flunking practicals. I remember once 5S had this "Hall of Failures" board which recorded those who failed their practicals and the number of times. That was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's also a pain to register for another exam day, practise for a few days, pay an additional few hundred bucks and THEN take the exam again. And I always feel as if I do worse on retakes, as if there's this subtle pressure prodding at me; that I can't fail again.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; STRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But hey, as of now; I'm totally laidback - relaxing and enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Of course, if you don't count the skin rash I'm developing recently from some sort of food I'm supposedly averse to of which I have NO IDEA whatsoever of it's identity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, if you read fanfic, you should take note that the Economist actually highlighted a fanfic by ObsidianEmbrace, "Lily's Charm" of which is a SS/LE fic. I think it's kinda interesting, so checking it out. BUT, if you're squicky against Severus Snape, don't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, starting Legacy of Ys in DS. Don't think I'll ever finish it - looks like a bloody long/epic one.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm such a RPG freak &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0AVmjtVpXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HGJhxHM3V7o/s1600-h/legacyofys_glamourshot_fade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0AVmjtVpXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HGJhxHM3V7o/s320/legacyofys_glamourshot_fade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422357703518692722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-712764888265787499?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/712764888265787499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=712764888265787499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/712764888265787499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/712764888265787499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-six-piercings-now-mild-pain-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/S0AVmjtVpXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HGJhxHM3V7o/s72-c/legacyofys_glamourshot_fade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1717124601483761961</id><published>2010-01-01T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:48:09.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY OF THE NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;(Huh, I'm 18 this year!) &lt;--- w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so excited for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;It marks like the first step towards actually growing up... at least, to me.&lt;br /&gt;Because, I've been waiting for forever for college ever since I've read stuff from Sweet Valley when I was like 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, so I doubt college's going to be anything like all the books with all the fraternities and sorority parties and activities and stuff; considering where I'm going is a JUNIOR COLLEGE of which is practically just an extension of secondary school. Since we have uniform and rules of all sorts and all. =///&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt; It's still college, and regulations and stuff should slacken (they must!) and although A levels will probably be the toughest exam I will ever sit for in my entire life (says mum and dad), I should be optimistic towards the upcoming year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Iknowwehavetogetbackourresultsandallbutstill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And I finally decided I'll be doing halfies for A levels. (if MOE permits. ; _ ;) Like half Arts and Science; because according to parental opinion; it seems that it'd be impossible for me to switch to Science if I did Arts in A Levels, should I want to in future. Anyway, my Sciences aren't half bad, so I don't really mind - as long as I don't have to take Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm still thinking of doing law but my dad kept telling me how he thinks that a lawyer's job sucks and that he has never met a lawyer happy with his job. Of course, he stressed; "in Malaysia." True, it's because of how unscrupulous and unethical Malaysian courts are and how they are so easily manipulated by money and political power. As such, most lawyers face pointless trials, everchanging "laws" and a history of corruption and self-destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thing is, I've never really wanted to work in Malaysia. Yes, I love KL and everyone in it - but to actually live here... not really. Still, it's aeons away, and something I really don't want to contemplate at present moment. (anyway, parents have been heavily hinting of several countries with good job prospects already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, law is just a tentative choice, considering I know that lots of people are planning to dabble in it; and I really don't want to face so much competition in the job market. (lazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Btw, did everyone know that Malaysia is one of the few countries that refuse 18 year olds voting rights? I didn't. I totally thought it was commonly practised around the world. (I know Singapore's 21 as well) But my dad said that it's because the government believes that adults of that age are still antiestablishment, and that would threaten their position; considering how youths make a huge percentage of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think my dad is a walking encyclopedia.&lt;br /&gt;Serious, when I read that in WWI, during Christmas Eve, the English and the Germans actually stopped war momentarily and exchanged ciggarettes as christmas gifts and told him he was like "Yeah, I read an article about it," and started spouting off facts. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I think it's totally time for me to a more responsible person.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was kinda overboard for me to still play computer games during Os.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like ancient already, so I should start acting slightly more mature soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; Oh, btw; I still find it amusing when someone tells me they've been stuck in a jam from 2009 to 2010. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1717124601483761961?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1717124601483761961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1717124601483761961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1717124601483761961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1717124601483761961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7764754909330615930</id><published>2010-01-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:28:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND OH, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7764754909330615930?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7764754909330615930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7764754909330615930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7764754909330615930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7764754909330615930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-oh-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8399803907119350543</id><published>2010-01-01T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:25:48.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DPC was AWESOMENESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so for the first one hour I was bored out of my brains and felt like going home and was only prevented from going home because my parents wanted to see the fireworks when I met up with them later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, my dad went back home to get a flysheet, some stuff to munch on and H20 as we sat by the lake. My mum trudged to jusco to get some snacks. I sat by the "hill" just staring at the lake quite peacefully until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, Ravin, Keith, JieYang, Janssen and KamWhye joined me. (My mum was like "Why are your friends all guys?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One thing about the guys is that THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL AT HOME. Like to them, I never left. And secondly, they are MAJOR entertainment; I swear, I almost died laughing at/with Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with them for like half an hour before was joined by SueSan, CX and gang, then parted. Walked around aimlessly, got heels stuck in mud, screamed spontaneously at random intervals, sprayed fake snow and string at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the fireworks, screamed and played some more and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Thus ends my super condensed version of Countdown 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN I WAS WALKING HOME. (with family)&lt;br /&gt;This group of guys randomly sprayed snow at me. WTH LAH, SUPER LOSERS.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I dunno whether I know them or not, because I was too busy freaking out at the fact I got fake snow everywhere. And by everywhere I mean EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can always count on the fact that nothing's ever dull in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pix should be up on Facebook soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, I was thinking of quitting facebook in a while. It's kinda overcrowded, overrated and infested with little kiddies now. I'm hoping for a new social networking site soon. It'll probably pop up in a few months time, considering the same way how Friendster lost its popularity; though admittedly it was because weird strangers kept posting semi-porn stuff on my page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8399803907119350543?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8399803907119350543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8399803907119350543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8399803907119350543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8399803907119350543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2010/01/dpc-was-awesomeness.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-2610085842893321463</id><published>2009-12-30T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:48:21.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best uncheesy romantic sentence ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...[she] burns with jealousy, leaps to conclusion, cries; and turns to ice - but, when she smiles; the world is mine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-2610085842893321463?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/2610085842893321463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=2610085842893321463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2610085842893321463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2610085842893321463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-uncheesy-romantic-sentence-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1852436573187795112</id><published>2009-12-30T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:14:10.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;I think its strange sometimes I just miss people who are so close by. Like, I miss the people they once were; before things changed so drastically. Because although we're next to each other, it's not the same; because we're just different. We're still hanging out together, doing the same old things, making lame jokes, having fun in general; but something inside just tells us - this is different, this is new. My only hope is that this new is good. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1852436573187795112?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1852436573187795112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1852436573187795112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1852436573187795112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1852436573187795112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-its-strange-sometimes-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3905220098243087213</id><published>2009-12-30T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:26:30.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bit early but...&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve thing?&lt;br /&gt;Shall be edited whenever I think of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION FOR 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Participate in at least one marathon&lt;br /&gt;2. Write at least five short stories&lt;br /&gt;3. DECIDE what to do with life (and stick with it!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn how to navigate PROPERLY&lt;br /&gt;5. DON'T get scholarship retracted&lt;br /&gt;6. Stay awake during classes (and try to pay attention most of the time w/o doodling)&lt;br /&gt;7. Attend CCA meetings (REGULARLY)&lt;br /&gt;8. Weigh 48 kgs&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn how to dance (like, properly)&lt;br /&gt;10. Limit computer time to 3 hours a day (*gasp*!)&lt;br /&gt;11. Read the bible everyday&lt;br /&gt;12. Eat less junk food&lt;br /&gt;13. Be less selfish/ lazy /insensitive&lt;br /&gt;14. Abolish herd mentality (RAWR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ACCOMPLISHMENTS (from last year's list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How to cook&lt;br /&gt;2. How to drive&lt;br /&gt;3. How to cut/trim hair&lt;br /&gt;4. Not flunk AMaths (at a regular basis)&lt;br /&gt;5. Travel to a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend more time with family&lt;br /&gt;7. Manage $$ semi properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, eh. Of course, I didn't write down the things I didn't accomplish. The post would be too long otherwise. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3905220098243087213?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3905220098243087213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3905220098243087213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3905220098243087213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3905220098243087213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/bit-early-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6034150915987724305</id><published>2009-12-30T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:09:10.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Szo2ICsFTuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IvcxqDMOAAY/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Szo2ICsFTuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IvcxqDMOAAY/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420704613282434786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESAPARK CITY&lt;br /&gt;31st DECEMBER&lt;br /&gt;9.30 PM - ? AM&lt;br /&gt;*details to be added*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for crappy poster, lost most of my brushes and fonts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to invite everyone but I might hv left out some ppl so feel free to add everyone. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DPC?&lt;br /&gt;1. starry night!&lt;br /&gt;2. picnic by the lake!&lt;br /&gt;3. use less petrol, save the earth!&lt;br /&gt;4. no crowds (aka no large flocks of stinky sweaty ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TO DO THR?&lt;br /&gt;1. bring snacks to eat by the grass&lt;br /&gt;2. hang out &amp; enjoy evening breeze&lt;br /&gt;3. chat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST I GO?&lt;br /&gt;1. last event of the year!&lt;br /&gt;2. won't be seeing each other as often again.. D=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU BRING?&lt;br /&gt;1. snacks! (stuff that won't be too messy, so dry junk food)&lt;br /&gt;2. an enthusiastic outlook (even if you dun like that person's face, just deal with it; last day of the year! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTS/SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME&lt;br /&gt;UNCONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS ARE NOT. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6034150915987724305?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6034150915987724305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6034150915987724305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6034150915987724305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6034150915987724305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/desapark-city-31st-december-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Szo2ICsFTuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IvcxqDMOAAY/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-4200107856275595436</id><published>2009-12-29T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:07:49.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised I still owe Mabel about $8 for taxi fare... LOLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Since prom wei, and I'm super proud I remembered! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, by the way;  I finished my last official driving lesson today. Wasn't as illuminating as I thought it would be - and I realised I really wasted a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt; For one thing, the first lesson consisted of him telling me how stupid I was and me turning in circles.&lt;br /&gt;The second was more useful, had a little bit on uphill and the three point turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TODAY I spend 1.5 hours doing the fricking three point turn to the extent the instructor slept. YES HE SLEPT.&lt;br /&gt;Then he woke up when I jerked the car on purpose and finally decided to teach me side parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which by then, I was extremely exhausted, having spent another hour prior to the lesson driving about DCP with my dad and practicing controlling steering with a figure 8 and zig zag turn. AND I had blisters on my palm due to the lovely fact that the kancil we used to drive had an extremely stiff steering wheel. I could see my arm muscles bunching up each time I turn the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda messed up the side parking. Knocked over one of the plastic pole thinghys that are supposed to be boundaries but are in all actuality just mop handles stuck into old paint cans with cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;_&lt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But hey, when I weigh the things I learnt this year in my 31st December list, I can actually put something relatively constructive, driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/24150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/24150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And, yeah; played DS games for the past two days... Finished Time Hollow and Atelier Annie (alchemist game). Both are really RPG like, with storylines. (I LIKE!) Time Hollow's about this guy who wakes up, finding that his parents have disappeared, with the world completely erasing any trace of their existence. He finds that he has the power to open small portals into time, provided he has pictures of events occuring in his mind (flashbacks). (He uses a pen. LOL) And there's this guy who also has the same power and uses it to kill of his friends and stuff. Kinda cool. =D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/Atelier-Annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/Atelier-Annie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Atelier Annie one is really nice, despite it somewhat giving me a dating sim kinda feel. It's about a girl called Annie who is forcibly made to participate into a resort building competition because she's too darn lazy. (her dream is to marry a rich guy and do nothing but sleep her days away) The characters there are really interesting, and the game is fairy unique. You get a mixture of SimCity and Final Fantasy and a random cooking game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because in this game, you have to build resorts, managing money and stuff whilst fighting monsters to gather ingredients required for you to synthesize them into items to fulfill quests. And as this goes on, you have the semesterly competition of which you can either get a gold, silver or bronze award that determines the amount of money you have to build more resorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The only annoying thing is the persistent time limit, which stops you from doing anything you want. Days past very quickly, and the game lasts only three years; which stops you from doing basically everthing you want. Apparently, there are seven documented endings. Never tried all yet, too lazy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a side note, my luggage back to Sg weighs a tonne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-4200107856275595436?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/4200107856275595436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=4200107856275595436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4200107856275595436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4200107856275595436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-realised-i-still-owe-mabel-about-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-5541151220714529800</id><published>2009-12-28T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:46:37.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2A1s, the rest A2s.&lt;br /&gt;A1 in Maths and English.&lt;br /&gt;I was damn satisfied in the dream.&lt;br /&gt;But when I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I managed to get an A2 for Physics; so, not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-5541151220714529800?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/5541151220714529800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=5541151220714529800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5541151220714529800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5541151220714529800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/2a1s-rest-a2s.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-9059453732009568776</id><published>2009-12-27T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:58:45.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that Christmas season is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;It's about time for me to set New Year resolutions for 2010...&lt;br /&gt;And see what I've achieved in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it seems that I have yet to achieve the solution to procrastination and sloth, so it's gonna be something I've to do later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-9059453732009568776?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/9059453732009568776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=9059453732009568776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/9059453732009568776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/9059453732009568776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-that-christmas-season-is-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7187196241979958035</id><published>2009-12-27T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:52:39.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had another lesson with the instructor from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED THREE HOURS WITH HIM. (omg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I managed to learn uphill, three point turn and get this, I was allowed to drive home by myself!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;This time the lesson didn't feel so long.&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't say more than two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I got a major ego boost when I saw some other people from another driving school screwing up the three point turn when I got it on the third try.&lt;br /&gt;I did, however; kinda die on going uphill, with the engine actually stopping like five times throughout the entire time. The clutch and accelerator balancing act was hell and I kept jerking the car trying to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND I must have been super unlucky or something because I almost DIED three times. There was this lady driver who turned in from a junction WITHOUT STOPPING OR SIGNALING. AT HIGH SPEED. Thank God I slowed down my car when I saw her...!!! And there was this BIG IDIOT who drove in the middle of the two way lane and almost collided into law abiding me! There was also this SUICIDAL KID who was standing in the middle of the bloody road as if he owned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PLEASE GIVE WAY TO THE L DRIVER. OKAY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday, went to Melissa's church for this Youth Christmas thing, and the pastor was kinda disorganised (at least, to me). I think nothing beats SSMC. Then we went to Souled Out. (looked super cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was there for all of three minutes when my dad came. &lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanted to get home. Super exhausted. Came home and just slept all the way.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7187196241979958035?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7187196241979958035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7187196241979958035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7187196241979958035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7187196241979958035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/had-another-lesson-with-instructor-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-4175502213831964329</id><published>2009-12-26T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:32:31.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay dilemma at 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to do tonnes of things, including accompanying my mum to the hair salon and stuff and later in the evening, go to Melissa's christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to practice driving. BECAUSE MY INSTRUCTOR IS PURE EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall type bits of my conversation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INS: Your theory good anot?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Er, okay la. (I mean, I passed with a 46/50 in 9 minutes out of the alloted 45...)&lt;br /&gt;INS: Your theory must good you know after you go kill people go fighting you will go to makhamah (court) and they will see your driving certificate locked in JPA (Public Transport Authority) one you know.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Er, ok.&lt;br /&gt;INS: You know your parents paid a lot of money for the seminar, RM 80, 6 hours of information. You better remember all your theory properly otherwise you get kosong (zero), fail.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Er, ok...&lt;br /&gt;INS: You go already must learn something after you got kill people got accident then you go to makhamah and all.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Er, I skipped the 11 hour thing.&lt;br /&gt;INS: Why you skip???&lt;br /&gt;ME: Because I have to take the license early since I have to go overseas. (BECAUSE YOUR BLOODY INSTITUTE GAVE ME A CHOICE DAMMIT)&lt;br /&gt;INS: Okay, now I ask you; when you press clutch?&lt;br /&gt;ME: To change gear?&lt;br /&gt;INS: Fail! You press clutch to stop the car and change gear! Very important one! After you dunno how to stop the car you get into accident then kill people.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Okay, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;INS: Now I see your theory very bad. So I must teach you now.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;INS: Now I ask you. What do you do to get P license?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Er, take theory. Sit for amali six hour lecture. Then a five hour lecture. Then practical,.?&lt;br /&gt;INS: Fail! There's three bahagian (parts). Bahagian satu, theory, five hour lecture plus six hour amali. Eleven hours total. Then bahagian dua pass three parts; parking, bukit (hill), and belok tiga penjuru (three point turn). Then third section jalan raya. Remember???&lt;br /&gt;ME: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;INS: I ask you again. How many types of saman are there?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Er, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;INS: FAIL! How are you going to drive car like that? After you go kill people then the makhamah will see your certificate locked up in JPA. There are five types! Jabatan Pengangkutan Awam, Polis Diraja, ???, ekor and aduan.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Er, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff he asked.&lt;br /&gt;1. Brake&lt;br /&gt;2. Hazard lights&lt;br /&gt;3. Mirrors&lt;br /&gt;4. Mini sections in jalan raya&lt;br /&gt;5. Other theory stuff that isn't in the book..... T_T_T_T_T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO TRAUMATISING.&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS INFO RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;NOT IN THE BLOODY BOOK THEY GIVE US.&lt;br /&gt;(and according to friends, was not in any of the lectures either)&lt;br /&gt;(AND isn't required in the actual exam!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared la, I mean, first time driving a car and all and I got so terribly scolded. Really felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go practise with my brother's car first BEFORE another session on Sunday since he said "You are very clumsy. Steering and clutch very bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, WHAT ELSE IS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I circled a housing estate like 99999999 times during the two hour lesson.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Back to my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Should I go for Melissa's church party or should I practise driving to prevent myself from being murdered on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just try to squash some practice time on Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO LA.&lt;br /&gt;And when I was driving, it RAINED. SUPER UNLUCKY WEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only feel better because Vincent suffered the same fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TO DO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-4175502213831964329?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/4175502213831964329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=4175502213831964329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4175502213831964329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4175502213831964329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-dilemma-at-12-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7396850088852168607</id><published>2009-12-25T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:58:42.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blessed christmas!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7396850088852168607?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7396850088852168607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7396850088852168607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7396850088852168607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7396850088852168607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessed-christmas-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8345867314988620998</id><published>2009-12-24T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:53:18.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;threads that link me to you&lt;br /&gt;slowly intertwine as&lt;br /&gt;we laugh&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;play&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they grow&lt;br /&gt;as the memories&lt;br /&gt;melt&lt;br /&gt;into reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;pulling away in&lt;br /&gt;all directions&lt;br /&gt;cutting&lt;br /&gt;into my skin&lt;br /&gt;tearing it apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the resounding echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8345867314988620998?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8345867314988620998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8345867314988620998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8345867314988620998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8345867314988620998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/threads-that-link-me-to-you-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8300708325335608797</id><published>2009-12-23T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:00:06.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... wondering if i should move to tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so cool. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Idea rejected. &lt;br /&gt;Moving every two years is a pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8300708325335608797?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8300708325335608797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8300708325335608797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8300708325335608797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8300708325335608797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1610285985851204132</id><published>2009-12-23T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:47:22.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO WATCH LIST:&lt;br /&gt;1) Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;2) The Blind Side&lt;br /&gt;3) St. Trinians&lt;br /&gt;4) Inglourious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Driving lesson no. 1 tmr!!! Very scared! Only operated an auto so far, dunno how to use manual...! &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1610285985851204132?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1610285985851204132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1610285985851204132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1610285985851204132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1610285985851204132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-watch-list-1-alice-in-wonderland-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6324209193363712501</id><published>2009-12-23T09:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:37:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm the poster child for blurness nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It seems as if any semblance of intelligence has been sucked out of me after O levels and has proceeded to leave me into a catatonic vegetable-like state of which any modicum of human intellect is absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For one thing, it shows in the way I have to read things twice to actually get something. I scan through words, as I always do; go "huh? does it say THAT?" and read again just to understand it properly. Even then, five seconds later the words disappear from my mind, much like the same way a luscious bar of chocolate is golfed down by a hungry six year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like the Copenhagen summit on the environment? It took me THREE times to remember the name, much less spell it correctly. And I read quite a few articles on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aside that, my attention span, previously already rather inferior in size has shrunk to the size of a peanut and is steadily growing smaller by the second. I keep thinking of other things as I do other things. Like now, I kinda feel like I should turn on the radio and grab something to eat and load a movie and call someone all simultaneously at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Huh, the urge is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I'm psychologically damaged, as of now; the result of going out to often/worrying about results/sleeping &amp; eating too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And since this blog allows my archive to be readily accessed, I feel kinda depressed when I read my posts from previous years. They seem so much more entertaining/witty than the ones I'm writing now, which consists of a bare few lines. I also feel like I've been having too much fun recently, going out every single bloody day; something I have NEVER done before my friends could all drive. NOT productive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it wouldn't make a difference if I stayed at home. I'd probably get addicted to some new online game and play until my eyeballs fall out from their sockets from overuse. Which seems to happen quite often. Not the eyeball thing, the addiction thing. Still, I would have read more often, considering I haven't read a book in over a WEEK (horrors!) since it's impolite to bring a book with me when I go out with my friends; basically sending subliminal messages that I think that they'll probably bore me to death before they actually attempt to do so.&lt;br /&gt;(*cough* dota @ genting *cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But anyway, I really had tonnes of fun, and since it's pre-college; of which everyone's going their separate ways and all, I think it should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6324209193363712501?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6324209193363712501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6324209193363712501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6324209193363712501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6324209193363712501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-im-poster-child-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-2980621092654303895</id><published>2009-12-22T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:33:32.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Source of tiredness -&gt; over enthu-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have this weakness of which I can only stay "high" for a few hours before being super exhaustd later on. So usually when I spend the whole day out all excited and stuff, when I come back, I feel very much dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SCARED FOR JC.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of seniors suffered in the promotional exams.&lt;br /&gt;AndImightbenext.&lt;br /&gt;Provided I qualify into the jcs of my choice in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-2980621092654303895?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/2980621092654303895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=2980621092654303895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2980621092654303895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2980621092654303895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/source-of-tiredness-over-enthu-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-730232666506410302</id><published>2009-12-21T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:25:23.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why. shouldn't be so tired.&lt;br /&gt;shall elaborate tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-730232666506410302?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/730232666506410302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=730232666506410302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/730232666506410302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/730232666506410302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1221052131320438997</id><published>2009-12-20T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:53:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MUST WATCH ALICE IN WONDERLAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp!!!!! *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;(and Anne Hathaway &gt; White queen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think it's about Alice returning to Wonderland. Which sounds pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna watch Princess and the Frog too. Avatar, btw was pretty mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;Also, note to all Airbender fans, the guy acting for Zuko in Avatar: The Last Airbender is the same guy who was the main for Slumdog Millionare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah, the Indian guy.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm racist or anything but Zuko was fricking Chinese in the animation la. He even had pig tails I think?&lt;br /&gt;WHY HOLLYWOOD. WHY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1221052131320438997?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1221052131320438997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1221052131320438997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1221052131320438997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1221052131320438997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8327308962455046299</id><published>2009-12-20T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:08:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap i can't find my tagbox again.&lt;br /&gt;SO CHANGING MY BLOGSKIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8327308962455046299?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8327308962455046299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8327308962455046299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8327308962455046299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8327308962455046299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/crap-i-cant-find-my-tagbox-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-4950853745494399238</id><published>2009-12-20T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:02:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came to my blog, and the first thing I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T FIND MY TAGBOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But anyway, had another jam packed past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Su &amp; YJ's sleepover was funnnn!&lt;br /&gt;Played wii and rock band and watched role models (which su kinda regretted letting us watch cuz it was unrated, though it really doesn't matter because I'm turning 18 next year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And thennn I was supposed to go to this Edufair on Saturday but didn't go due to utter laziness. Got Wei Ann to help me take some flyers though, dunno how THAT's gonna help, but whatever. Then went out for dinner with the Voons at a seafood restaurant I've never seen before. Felt kinda guilty because they called my favourite dishes. Again. Eventhough I said not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And today went to Curve to hang out with Shuk, Dev, ZJ, Tim and Joel. Had two ice-creams, this lovely green tea one from some tea specialty shop and Lecca Lecca (sp?). Ate at TGIF and split some really goood nachos. We had some waiter trouble, as usual. And although we specifically mentioned for them to HOLD THE CHEESE they dumped it in anyway and Shuk ate like only a teensy bit cuz of that. Thennnnn played pool, or to be more specific, watched them play pool while I twirl around in my movable chair and winced at the sound of some guy screaming at the karaoke machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went shopping at FOURSKIN (well, a little) cuz they're having sales like everywhere. They're selling earrings for RM2 per pair, and some are the double piercing kind, so its like RM1 per pair. And the design's kinda interesting, although not all that great. They had sales for accessories too, but I already bought loads so couldn't buy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have cute plastic bags. (lol @ THIS IS A SMALL CARRIER. I LIKE IT SMALL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dad let me play about with the car. Granted, it was an auto; but I still got to drive! Albeit, in circles; but it was fun anyway! The accelerator's really sensitive, like, it takes the barest push for it to work - and I find it really weird that an auto car moves without you even pressing anything. No accidents, no near misses either; which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aryl's party tmr!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing ice-creams! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-4950853745494399238?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/4950853745494399238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=4950853745494399238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4950853745494399238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4950853745494399238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-came-to-my-blog-and-first-thing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3382426488598296439</id><published>2009-12-17T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:53:21.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adults.</title><content type='html'>BIG MOOD CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not talk about it&lt;br /&gt;But am rather pissed at certain people for being bloody INSENSITIVE to the people who love, care and respect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is when you feel like you can't do a single thing but watch as the people you love go through hell due to the group of supposedly more logical, saner adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think they'd act their namesake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3382426488598296439?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3382426488598296439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3382426488598296439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3382426488598296439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3382426488598296439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-mood-change.html' title='adults.'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8717433770754249078</id><published>2009-12-17T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:14:51.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PASSED UNDANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Genting! Very hyped up!&lt;br /&gt;Going to YewJuan &amp; Suzanna's sleepover in a few hours time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8717433770754249078?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8717433770754249078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8717433770754249078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8717433770754249078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8717433770754249078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/passed-undang-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1845311665272164179</id><published>2009-12-15T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:34:46.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUST SEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=301424&amp;action=Preview"&gt;see&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1845311665272164179?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1845311665272164179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1845311665272164179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1845311665272164179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1845311665272164179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/must-see-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-378674832102149082</id><published>2009-12-15T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:09:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UNDANG tmr!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dying dying dying dying....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I can pass or not. If I really can't though, it'll be gargantuanly embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;because so many ppl who DIDN'T STUDY still PASSED the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bt, really; I tried the electronic trial thinghy and I passed like only twice out of the four times I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Granted, one of the times was in English in which I was totally lost because I couldn't understand half the terms because everything I read was in Malay. Still, if like so many ppl in Malaysia can pass the bloody Undang and I can't; it means ginormous retardedness and colossal stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die die die die!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-378674832102149082?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/378674832102149082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=378674832102149082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/378674832102149082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/378674832102149082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/undang-tmr-dying-dying-dying-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3572472257038274748</id><published>2009-12-14T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:14:29.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GB/KFC/Confusion</title><content type='html'>First thing when a guy (from SG, btw) finds out that girls play online games, say.&lt;br /&gt; "Do you m@sturbrate?"&lt;br /&gt;Mental age?&lt;br /&gt;Probably -5 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bloody streamyx killing my online gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, went to the choir thing today and realised that I hardly knew everyone there. First of all, most of the F5s already left once I left, second everyone was from SJK(C). Which I wasn't familiar with. Anyway, saw the girl that will be my junior in XMS next year, pretty normal girl - doesn't look like a geekomaniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really sad thing was, CHOIR WAS SO DEAD. Like, everyone was in little cliques, nobody was mixing with everybody. When I was in choir back then, sure we had cliques, but we still hung out with everyone and generally poked fun at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some of them were like breathing cardboard cut-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Singing wise? NOT ENTHU AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir always is the CCA (ko-ko) group that's the noisiest, more exuberant, most ENERGETIC. And still, this time, I was faced with mechanical little robots eating their chicken systematically. Well, I suppose during my year we had people like Nanthini and Wei Jean who were all really crazy together. It didn't matter what race we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which seems to be the issue now.&lt;br /&gt; I brought it up when I went there.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently no one really noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6Bestari might be having a get together!!! Anybody interested?&lt;br /&gt;(or does everyone have too many nightmares abt std 6 0_o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3572472257038274748?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3572472257038274748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3572472257038274748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3572472257038274748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3572472257038274748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-thing-when-guy-from-sg-btw-finds.html' title='GB/KFC/Confusion'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3139472209605871374</id><published>2009-12-14T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:33:35.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry. D=</title><content type='html'>Okay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm better now!&lt;br /&gt;I can tell because I'm bloody hungry but I can't eat because MY MOUTH IS FULL OF BLISTERS.&lt;br /&gt;Which is hell, when I'm confronted with tantalisingly delicious HOME COOKED FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And worse, I have to take my driving license test this Wednesday I have almost died trying to read the guide book.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they have this stupid 12 second rule WHICH I DON'T GET WHATSOEVER. I understand the two second rule, when tailing a vehicle, I understand the four second rule, when tailing a loaded vehicle BUT I TOTALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THERE IS THIS BLOODY TWELVE SECOND RULE. Even the instructions given for overtaking is a gazillionbillion times simpler than the bloody twelve second rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But hey, if I can drive I SHALL BEAR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope I don't fall sick again though, cause I'm going out today, and probably tomorrow to hang out with Mei Yin(?) and then the day after is the driving test and directly after is the trip to genting and next my sister's celebratory party for getting straight A's and then Yew Juan's sleepover and then church and then hanging out with Shuk Huay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it. I feel sick already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3139472209605871374?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3139472209605871374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3139472209605871374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3139472209605871374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3139472209605871374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-im-better-now-i-can-tell-because.html' title='Hungry. D='/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7768647841201108226</id><published>2009-12-12T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:56:27.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coughing out blood is unfun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7768647841201108226?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7768647841201108226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7768647841201108226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7768647841201108226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7768647841201108226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/coughing-out-blood-is-unfun.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-391972685712467047</id><published>2009-12-12T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:29:03.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S i c k</title><content type='html'>Had a persistent fever for the past few days. Temp reached a peak of 39.2 C today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Got blood test for Dengue, got test for H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;Went on drip for two hours, got injected in the BUTT for fever.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Really, I was sick even when we went to 1U the other day, but considering if I didn't go, the entire thing would probably be canceled, I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-391972685712467047?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/391972685712467047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=391972685712467047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/391972685712467047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/391972685712467047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/had-persistent-fever-for-past-few-days.html' title='S i c k'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-9078775097624811809</id><published>2009-12-09T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:05:08.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starting to feel that holiday's really starting!&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday went to DCP with 1/2 the gang to celebrate post SPM.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with them until KarYee, SueSan, Ann, Fong and Vincent sneakily left, (jerks. Well, ONE of them had a valid excuse) leaving me with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Realised that although most people basically remained the same, quite a few of my friends changed. A bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Certain ppl when clubbing yesterday; not that it's world changing or anything, but since there was alcohol involved and I'll probably depend on them to drive me back.... nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And, oh, I met Melissa! She's working part time at Coffee Bean. Planning to hang out someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KITE FLYING TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, to quote wei ann, considering our lack of resources "retarded-miscellaneous-object-flying".&lt;br /&gt;(considering she's planning to make a kite out of grass whilst I, the more intelligent being chose to form one out of a highly superior plastic bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-9078775097624811809?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/9078775097624811809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=9078775097624811809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/9078775097624811809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/9078775097624811809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-to-feel-that-holidays-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-4086138172434788281</id><published>2009-12-07T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:59:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flipped through brother's econs books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THERE GRAPHS????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-4086138172434788281?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/4086138172434788281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=4086138172434788281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4086138172434788281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4086138172434788281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/flipped-through-brothers-econs-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-5656466243345088533</id><published>2009-12-07T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:12:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun will shiiiinnnne tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Saw Huiting's post on the guide to a girl's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I feel kinda depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;Am I like the only one on earth who's gone 17 years without a boyfriend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No wait, something MUST be wrong with me, considering I know 12 year olds who have serious relationships. And especially when I hang out with X rated friends who have all been hooked up at one point or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe I'm too much like a guy? *glares at CERTAIN PPL in charge of the brainwashing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which reminds me, when I went to China, I felt SERIOUSLY OBESE there. I mean, at home, I'm like already overweight but in China I'm the size of a panda. At least. Everyone there's so slim and tall and pretty. (and homogenous I suppose) The thing is that they fit our criteria of good looking people so much they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL LOOK THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and when I say that, I actually MEAN IT because when I went shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I MISTOOK THEM FOR THE MANNEQUINS MANY TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and I'm not joking. Because I almost screamed when I saw one move. It's scary okay. I was seriously relieved when I came back to KL where everyone was normal and not STICK THIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow!!!!! SPM IS FINALLY OVER and I can finally GO OUT. (yes, if you haven't seen my over enthusiasm on facebook already) The only thing is that we're having a farewell party for Miss Low but I probably can't go cuz we'll be going to Genting which is super super sad because it's going to be the last time all SMKB my batch choir members are going hang out in such a large scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But really, I don't know who's more excited that SPM is over, me or the actual examinees. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Another downer, Shuk's busy jamming for gigs for the three proms she's playing for so SHE CAN'T GO OUT OFTEN. (ha, this is directed at you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And oh, it seems that my holiday's longer than most SPM-ers considering I start school later, but most's taking college next year. Whee. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-5656466243345088533?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/5656466243345088533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=5656466243345088533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5656466243345088533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5656466243345088533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/saw-huitings-post-on-guide-to-girls.html' title='The sun will shiiiinnnne tomorrow'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-398223402400489596</id><published>2009-12-07T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:24:34.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cut my fringe crooked today.&lt;br /&gt;so now i have side parting. (yes, finally)&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for my hair to grow out but it seems that cutting was a more effective option.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;gonna love tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-398223402400489596?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/398223402400489596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=398223402400489596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/398223402400489596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/398223402400489596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/cut-my-fringe-crooked-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-374310538572878368</id><published>2009-12-05T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:30:25.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who broke into our house wasn't her boyfriend from Indonesia, but instead a random construction worker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-374310538572878368?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/374310538572878368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=374310538572878368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/374310538572878368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/374310538572878368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6624672395524369503</id><published>2009-12-05T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:12:16.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;so I'm going to write about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My maid, Junaeni; ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, this sounds bad, like I've been abusing her or something. But serious, this is one thing that really causes me to feel very much depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let me start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On our last night in Beijing, my dad got a call from his friend from the committee of Kepong Baru. He said that there was an outsider in our house, who lied poorly to the security guard that he had to enter the area due to a construction project in a nearby mosque. They discovered the guy in my house and the found out that he was my maid's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The thing is, she has lots of family problems - god knows how much she seems to suffer back in her home. She got married young, gave birth to a baby only to be left by her husband who took a mistress. She was nineteen when she started working for us, having lied in her permit. So she was really like an elder sister to us, considering the narrow age gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wasn't around, but according to my mum - the person most affected by the course of events; she got a boyfriend (?) in Indonesia during her periodic breaks back to her hometown. The guy's mother threatened to marry him off to someone else if Junaeni went back to work for us. The thing is, she came back anyway, because she said she already promised, and anyway, it was only for another three more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details are still hazy but we think her boyfriend flew to Indonesia to see her, and stayed in our house for awhile before being found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She left a letter, didn't touch anything but her passport and just left. She was afraid that we would send her back to the maid agency because she let her boyfriend into her house, something that we wouldn't have done anyway; we had already decided to pretend nothing happened. For it seems the maid agency is a freaky place her exact words "mereka akan menyiksa saya" ("they will torture me"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I feel like crap because I wonder if I had been much nicer to her, attempted to get to know her better, she would trust us even more - just as we trusted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're okay out there. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6624672395524369503?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6624672395524369503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6624672395524369503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6624672395524369503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6624672395524369503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-sleep-so-im-going-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-5075384059322581717</id><published>2009-12-05T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:03:56.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Day #4-10</title><content type='html'>Got bored of summarising events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to city areas (sat on the tut-tut(?))&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to Qipu street (shopping haven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 10 hour train to Beijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing &lt;--- -4 degrees celsius once! No joke!&lt;br /&gt;1) Almost froze to death (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to Temple of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;3) Went to Summer Palace (ironic, since it's Winter)&lt;br /&gt;4) Went to Wangfujing food street (with gross food)&lt;br /&gt;5) Hiked Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;6) Went to Lama Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 12 1/2 hour train to Hangzhou (finish watching Canaan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangzhou&lt;br /&gt;1) Walked around West lake&lt;br /&gt;1) Walked to some tourist spot I can't remember due to extreme cold (not comparable to Beijing though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 5 hour flight back to KL. (which was delayed 1 hour for no apparent reason, of which we only found out after we BOARDED THE PLANE)&lt;br /&gt;Took 1.5 hours taxi ride back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt. Very numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Along the way some really depressing things happened. Shall elaborate next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get many souvenirs. They were either fugly or pathetically expensive. (wanted to get a nice fan as a HnG memoir but it cost 300+ yuan so didn't)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-5075384059322581717?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/5075384059322581717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=5075384059322581717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5075384059322581717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5075384059322581717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/china-day-4-10-got-bored-of-summarising.html' title='China Day #4-10'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-893508959228931419</id><published>2009-12-05T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:03:42.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Day #3</title><content type='html'>Third day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 7, having slept relatively peacefully the previous night. (discounting the fact my sister kept squashing me until I almost fell over the side of the bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird dream that I called up Meng Yue (not logical?) and asked her where she stayed. She said, "Beijing." (not true?) and I was pleasantly surprised by the coincidence and I asked her to meet up with a few others in a few days time. &lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose dreams are strangely aligned to time and place as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go shopping (finally) for clothes today as I have "seen all Shanghai has to offer" (streetlights, etc.) I only hope I can find something because my parents didn't pack in most of my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I have absolutely no more clean shirts to wear other than the one on my back. Which is pathetic and annoying. But I guess it gives me another reason to get some clothes without parental disapproval. It is, after all, a necessity for me to have one of the most basic of human belongings, garments. Note, the degree of necessity might just inspire me to buy them in copious amounts, something that has no association with !desire to get more clothes! whatsoever. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, xiao jie here, means prostitute. Do not use in restaurants!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-893508959228931419?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/893508959228931419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=893508959228931419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/893508959228931419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/893508959228931419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/china-day-3-third-day.html' title='China Day #3'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1114051155607810824</id><published>2009-12-05T00:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:03:30.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Day #2</title><content type='html'>My second day in China. And I didn't manage to sleep whatsoever the previous night because I was attacked by the flu monster. Deprived of any semblance of rest, I was pretty sure I was going to die the next day, having woken up at one hour intervals the entire night to clear my sinuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As of now, however, I'm in the bullet train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's punctual, left the station on the dot at 1.21 pm, unlike most public transportation; which was  a pleasant surprise; though not entirely unexpected knowing how perfectionist some of them are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The weather feels strange, considering I have never been out of SEA before. It's like being in a very well air conditioned room, where you constantly feel cold, but the option of turning off the air con doesn't exist, so it seems like a perpetual state of torture, considering my paper thin against cold. (and by paper thin I mean relatively non-existent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The people here look at me strangely as well, as if they can't decide where I'm from. I suppose it's because I neither look local or foreign and probably also because I'm accompanied by my blatantly Chinese looking family but don't quite look oriental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, communication is like playing charades.&lt;br /&gt;POOR charades, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to ask the temperature and with my poor vocabulary, only managed to say "Today" "very cold" "what" and a lot of English inserts of which my listener only looked blankly at until I was forced to go into my room, go online, type the English word into my laptop, google it in mandarin, point desperately before I got an answer that was only a poor approximation. I'm pretty sure the lady has never been so baffled by another Chinese before. But hey, I suppose I can say I'm pretty resourceful. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And once, there was this taxi driver who asked us where we were from considering we had no grasp of Mandarin whatsoever. My dad managed to reply that we were in Malaysia and that our Chinese population reached 6 million. Surprisingly, he understood very chim stuff like when the taxi driver enquired about the government of Malaysia, which I totally didn't understand. Note, atypical of most PRCs he didn't know that Malaysia held any Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The funny part came when he asked my dad what generation of immigrant my dad was. My dad answered that &lt;br /&gt;"I'm the second generation, my mother is the third."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The taxi driver's face....&lt;br /&gt;Priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he was trying to say that his father was the first generation whilst his mother was the third generation. But he managed to garble everything until the driver was so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And oh, I see farms! Seriously interesting to see neat little squares of green, peppered with hints of vegetation slowly making their way out of the soil as I pass by with the train. And the scenery! Willow trees crouching over the glassy like lake, it's drooping leaves swaying slightly in the soft breeze; as if guardian to the lake before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So pretty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reddish leaves are also seen throughout, leaving an autumn-ny feel, despite it being late November. The houses are different as well, there's no terrace houses or the usual fleet of houses I'm so accustomed to, every house seems to be surrounded by its own plot of land, most of which is converted into farming areas. Or so I can see through the train window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, Winter fashion is gorgeous! I'm really looking forward to shopping and stuff. =D (of course, aside the flashy, garish looking ones with cartoons printed on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you managed to finish reading this absurdly long series of posts of my trip here, congrats! It's more of a record than anything else, really.  Well, since it's only the second day and I have ten days in China, hang on for the loooong ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My dad just randomly gave a random guy a random RM1 note in a random manner!!!!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My parents are so weird.........&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;(as you can see my blog is somewhat like a live telecast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, not so random.&lt;br /&gt;the guy was someone we changed seats with.&lt;br /&gt;and he wanted to show the guy a part of Malaysian culture. (money?)&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaay.....&lt;br /&gt;okaaay....&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;shall go take a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.. that girl sounded like yihua!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;oh, all china girls have extremely high pitched voices.&lt;br /&gt;and some of the aunties seem very fierce. =/////&lt;br /&gt;scary. (they're shouting at the conductor now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went to my cousin's place by a van. Learnt the many virtues of haggling. Place is g o r g e o u s!!!! 'Cept the freezing cold floor. (We have to wear fluffy slippers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Shanghai, saw Shanghai city lights.&lt;br /&gt;Took the sub twice.&lt;br /&gt;Took taxi many many times (and it's still relatively cheap, less than RM10 each go)&lt;br /&gt;Took a boat across the river. (dunno what river?)&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really interested, considering city lights can be seen everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, in People's Square, there's like a MacDonalds every ten steps. I saw about seven McDonalds, five KFCs, two Pizza Huts (I couldn't recognise if it was Pizza Hut aside from the red hat. The words "Pizza Hut" was replaced by Chinese characters) three Starbucks, two Haagen Dazs, one Yoshinoya and assorted other fast food restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The place was pretty crowded despite it being a Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My dad bought this laser pen thing that allowed people to point to things very far away. And by very far, I mean across a huuuuge river, and at a top floor of office buildings. My cousin brother could even use the pointer to tell us which room he worked in in a sky-scraper-ish office building. Apparently, it was military grade (or so my parents surmised).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The person who sold it to my dad initially offered RMB150, an insane price for a measly pen.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the money would go to the operator's pocket anyway. Then my dad mused that he was given the opportunity to buy it at RMB120, but still he refused. So the guy dropped the price to RMB80, almost half the price initially stated. But my parents haggled it down to RMB60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...&lt;br /&gt; Is that normal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The guy was kinda cute, though....&lt;br /&gt; (and he spoke English!) &lt;- which is kinda sad, that it's now a feat worth admiration&lt;br /&gt; And I felt super guilty that my parents bullied him off a good deal. But hey, whatever my parents save is my gain, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ee One said that people will never sell things at a price that will cause them to make a loss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, saw a lot of historical-ish German built buildings fruit from the Opium war dozens of years back. Apparently those were the remnants of  a pier, hence the name "The Bund." Or I might have confused piers with ports, I didn't really pay attention. I would definitely like to go in one of the buildings but my parents were to entranced by the city lights to give anything of historical value a second glance. Anyway, it seemed that a lot of those buildings housed expensive brands like Dolce &amp; Gabanna, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a high end area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't seen any schoolkids around. Dad and cousin brother struck up a conversation about how today's generation's kids (including me) have no future whatsoever and how they (including me) will bring the country (Malaysia/China) to its ruin considering that they (including me) and spoilt terribly by their parents (which also coincidentally includes my dad) and that they (including me) will not be able to take responsibility for whatever projects they might do in the working world. In front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tact is underrated. Drama, however, is much overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And whilst I was sitting in the train, there was this four ang mo guys that struck up a highly explicit conversation about this girl one guy was trying to hook up. Conversation items include, "hand did job you f*** suck" not necessary in correct order. There were more, but I was trying hard NOT to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they spoke all this in the top of their voices, with most of the PRCs oblivious to the content of their conversation, other than the fact that it was loud and violent sounding as they. cannot. understand. English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My parents didn't realise because they were so enraptured in their own conversation in which involves the critical analysis of the economical and political status of China and America. And Expo Shanghai 2010, which involves China officially opening China up to the world. (Jackie Chan is one of the stars ic i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout all this I was listening blankly, having nothing interesting/useful to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. The love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1114051155607810824?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1114051155607810824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1114051155607810824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1114051155607810824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1114051155607810824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/china-day-2-my-second-day-in-china.html' title='China Day #2'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6045783033501280963</id><published>2009-12-05T00:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:03:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Day #1</title><content type='html'>I am now on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;With not much to do, it seems that I shall just input my entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4.30, after sleeping at 2 having to wait for my download to (finally) complete, Canaan ep 11,12,13 which is a PAIN with a 6 kb/s connection. Got myself ready and watched blankly as my parents rushed around, realising they left things out. It was precisely 5.36am when the taxi arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although already slightly late, I was unconcerned with the time because it seemed that we were going to be very early for our 8.10am flight.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISASTER 1#.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through our journey, our lovely taxi driver had a flat tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All of us got down, and I was expecting the taxi driver to call up his friend to pass the baton to him; instead, my dad had to help him change tyres. Our journey continued for a few minutes only to have the taxi driver turn into a petrol station. His tyre had too low a pressure for us to continue traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISASTER 2#.&lt;br /&gt; When we reached the airport, we were told by the lady at the check-in counter that we were in fact the last group to have reached the airport. Everyone else had &lt;br /&gt;already comfortably positioned themselves in the waiting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISASTER 3#.&lt;br /&gt;Another nasty surprised surfaced. The tickets bought by my mother did not include luggage booking, which meant every luggage weighing 15kg needed a payment of RM30. And just our luck, our baggage weighed up to an incredible 48kg, which meant that the additional 3kg already cost us RM30. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISASTER 4#.&lt;br /&gt; And I just found out I'll be eating airplane food. I hope I survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(Later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISASTER 5^9999#&lt;br /&gt; Plane food was horrible. AND TOTALLY NOT WORTH IT.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I guess. Airplanes aren't known for their cuisine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(shall insert pic for you to better understand THE PAIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(Later still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the way, noticed that the great firewall of China blocked quite a few websites, some including my favourite hangouts like facebook, blogger and wordpress. Didn't bother to check twitter, it probably completely bans it, considering what happened in Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The room is pretty cool, with a flat screen tv (suspended), own private bathroom, two single beds, antique-ish table, lights that give the room a warm glow and lots and lots and lots of blankets. (which were completely necessary) And oh, yeah, wifi. (a surprise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found interesting was the dual purpose of air conditioners here. Instead of merely cooling the room (something that was actually quite pointless in the ~10 degree celsius weather) it also heats the room with hot air. You can actually control the temperature of the room from anywhere between 10 degree celsius to 30. Of course, the temperature controlled isn't precise, at the thermometer probably detects only temperature within 1m radius, causing the rest of the room to be relatively cold still and one tiny area at an extreme temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISASTER 6#&lt;br /&gt; I also found out that my parents' Mandarin is atrocious. Admittedly, mine is hardly better; but my parents combine cantonese and hokkien to form a new blend of language incomprehensible to all but themselves. When they attempt to speak to Chinese-speaking locals I often have to ask them what they are trying to say before trying to translate gibberish into painfully mangled Mandarin, of which at least is somewhat understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is annoying!&lt;br /&gt;Because I expected my parents to be able to communicate with the most basic of Mandarin considering they were so gung ho about us backpacking. If I knew, I would have at least gone through some Mandarin phrase books to brush up my Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;It especially was a pain when we got into a little trouble at the airport looking for a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The place we're staying at is near a lot of bars and clubs. It's almost pitch dark by five, and you see a lot of people hurrying home already by then. The bars and clubs, however are brightly lit up with florescent lamps, a stark contrast with the inky darkness and dimly lit street lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The surroundings seem to be covered with a perpetual fog of which I cannot distinguish whether it is a product of pollution or of cold. My dad says its the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But walking through the streets was interesting, to say the least. The crisp cold air made it feel that the entire of China was air-condtiioned, and I managed to observe the people around, as they hurry by. There were no students around even at 5 pm, I suppose they're still in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight was quite nice. Tender, braised pork with fluffy white rice and fresh, mixed vegetables and warm soya milk with mango ice. And it cost us about RMB 68 for a dinner for four + desert! Not bad indeed. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, bought a few bracelets. Quite cool. But dad says should abstain from buying anything else before we reach Shanghai (self proclaimed shopping heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST BUY.&lt;br /&gt;1) Cap!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) assorted winter clothing that can be adapted to Singapore weather&lt;br /&gt;3) boots!&lt;br /&gt;4) souvenirs =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING.&lt;br /&gt;TAXI FARE IS CHEAP DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;(no wonder the PRC scholars never want to take taxi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6045783033501280963?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6045783033501280963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6045783033501280963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6045783033501280963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6045783033501280963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/12/china-day-1-i-am-now-on-plane.html' title='China Day #1'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-2423416812555484286</id><published>2009-11-24T11:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:05:32.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... and gunbound</title><content type='html'>OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun... for all of three hours&lt;br /&gt;Until I got bored of all the avatar ppl killing everyone. Although usually the ppl with avatars kinda suck, because they don't have ability and have to rely on their avatar to deal serious dmg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunbound changed a lot though, there were lots of new bots and the new voice feature where you hear computerized voices going "nice shot or *sorry or something. Which kinda shocked me at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone playing Gunbound, feel free to add me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm SoreLooser&lt;br /&gt;(bad spelling, yes, but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;And we can play a game sometime&lt;br /&gt;(but I'm disabling avatars, it's really annoying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single metal hammer I think? I don't really know, I think I was double wooden hammer then I played for a while and got upgraded a bit too quickly. It's a little annoying cuz as a single metal hammer you have one of the highest ranks in the noob server so people expect you to be really good. Or they just kick you out of the room because they're scared of you. Which is why I didn't buy any avatars whatsoever or I wouldn't be able to play any games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think they should instead watch out for the fake chicks. Those are the ones who are the real pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/Gunbound2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/Gunbound2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD HAVE GONE TO AFA DAMMIT. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-2423416812555484286?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/2423416812555484286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=2423416812555484286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2423416812555484286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/2423416812555484286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yeah.html' title='... and gunbound'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3940485946856549320</id><published>2009-11-24T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:33:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>progress?</title><content type='html'>I just realised how lovely it really is at home.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, tranquil whispers of wind blows softly through the windows, accompanied by the peaceful chirping of songbirds.&lt;br /&gt; It's such a far cry from the swelteringly hot Parry Hall flocked by black, fierce crows that act as if they own the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Playing Professor Layton and the Curious Village. 50% done.&lt;br /&gt; Reading Konjiki no Gash Bell now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; China tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Going to shop shop shop! (hey, thats what I saved for, anyway =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I really can't wait for SPM to be over, maybe even more than the SPM takers themselves, since everyone can drive and all.&lt;br /&gt; It only really hit me when Shuk said she'd pick me up for church and she really DID pick me up.&lt;br /&gt; Which means that transportation'd be a cinch during the December hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And oh btw, it seems that lots of people are starting college in early January... which means I won't be able to go out as often anymore. But hey, it'd be interesting going to the college's open houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, looked at my brother's A level Maths books. Most of the stuff there is part of SG O level syllabus, like binomial theorem, differentiating e and lnx, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendations for the week (hidden jewels)&lt;br /&gt;a Blazer Drive (666 satan mangaka) &lt;- Masashi Kishimoto (Naruto)'s brother, if I'm not mistaken&lt;br /&gt;b Juushin Enbu (FMA mangaka)&lt;br /&gt;c Tensai Family Company (Nodame mangaka)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3940485946856549320?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3940485946856549320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3940485946856549320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3940485946856549320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3940485946856549320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-realised-how-lovely-it-really-is.html' title='progress?'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7605954106260421274</id><published>2009-11-23T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:15:54.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPOILS OF WAR FROM KL&lt;br /&gt;Obtained:&lt;br /&gt;a. pretty shoes&lt;br /&gt;b. sports shoes&lt;br /&gt;c. ipod&lt;br /&gt;d. ext hard drive (320GB)&lt;br /&gt;e. black mac&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; more in China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7605954106260421274?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7605954106260421274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7605954106260421274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7605954106260421274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7605954106260421274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/spoils-of-war-from-kl-obtained.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1444772480492154501</id><published>2009-11-23T09:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:01:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/UltraRedv03ch20-credits.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 420px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/UltraRedv03ch20-credits.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this while reading Ultra Red. (3 volume martial arts manga)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1444772480492154501?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1444772480492154501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1444772480492154501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1444772480492154501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1444772480492154501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8133742663807004339</id><published>2009-11-23T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:02:09.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINISHED SHAMAN KING.&lt;br /&gt;*loves epilogue*&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn &amp; Fairy Tail next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8133742663807004339?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8133742663807004339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8133742663807004339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8133742663807004339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8133742663807004339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/finished-shaman-king.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-398097926240374387</id><published>2009-11-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:16:14.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Shall elucidate when I am motivated to. &lt;br /&gt;Which is probably in a far off future.&lt;br /&gt;=D=D=D=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-398097926240374387?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/398097926240374387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=398097926240374387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/398097926240374387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/398097926240374387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1776087997819150320</id><published>2009-11-15T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:51:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stand amongst a sea&lt;br /&gt;of people&lt;br /&gt;as results flash on the screen&lt;br /&gt;numbers&lt;br /&gt;alphabets&lt;br /&gt;names&lt;br /&gt;of people i know so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clap&lt;br /&gt;and smile at those&lt;br /&gt;whose names would be&lt;br /&gt;immortalised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as one by &lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;the people around me&lt;br /&gt;they climb up steps&lt;br /&gt;to face the masses&lt;br /&gt;smiles etched on their faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clap&lt;br /&gt;it echoes in the hall&lt;br /&gt;and look around&lt;br /&gt;and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i am alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1776087997819150320?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1776087997819150320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1776087997819150320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1776087997819150320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1776087997819150320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-stand-amongst-sea-of-people-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3144296328939628844</id><published>2009-11-14T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:13:08.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Planning to go back KL and finally take my driver's license. SUPER OVERDUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's so scary that we're reaching adulthood at a very fast rate. I mean, it's not going to be long before I turn 18, then 21... I still feel like the girl who always wants to play ice and fire/galah panjang after extra classes in SKTK during standard 2. Driving, to me, is one huge leap towards growing up. It always seemed to me that only adults can drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ones who aren't adults who drive, (aka elder brothers/friends' elder brothers) I just shut my eyes tight, cross my fingers and sent fervent, silent prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm finally going to college, albeit junior college; of which is vastly different from my expectations, (uniform requirement, rules and regulations, compulsory 6 subject combinations) and it's not going to be the same as secondary school. For one thing, the teachers keep emphasizing that we're going to be a whole lot more independent, no more spoon feeding, no more telling us what to do every fifty nine seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I suppose it could be good in a way, that it's our responsibility to stay focused. The only problem is whether we ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No more sitting in the backseat, taking a nap whilst my parents drive me around and whinge about the traffic while I fixate myself with my laptop, ignorant to everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's my turn in front now, and I can only wonder where it'll take me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3144296328939628844?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3144296328939628844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3144296328939628844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3144296328939628844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3144296328939628844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-847253929561477424</id><published>2009-11-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:31:31.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just an update to say IT'S OVER.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now off to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-847253929561477424?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/847253929561477424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=847253929561477424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/847253929561477424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/847253929561477424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-update-to-say-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-5938964563688192912</id><published>2009-10-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:53:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-5938964563688192912?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/5938964563688192912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=5938964563688192912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5938964563688192912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5938964563688192912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-1948745027584648090</id><published>2009-10-20T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:44:33.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>must. resist. call. of. DS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-1948745027584648090?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/1948745027584648090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=1948745027584648090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1948745027584648090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/1948745027584648090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/10/must.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3393101974237684464</id><published>2009-10-14T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:48:52.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of things happened the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, yesterday, my childhood friend passed away.&lt;br /&gt;It was very sudden and abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't want to talk about it more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I visited VJC, and it set pretty high standards for NJC to beat if I'm ever going to make NJC my first choice. They really had a lot of school spirit, which was a huge plus factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the next two days its going to be pretty hectic.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to HCI End of Year dinner, which requires formal wear. And I'll have to leave at about 4 which will totally eat up my whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Day after I'm going to school for the graduation party at about 2-3 'cause I'm performing and it'll pretty much take up the whole day as well.&lt;br /&gt;Day before O's, Shuk's coming and I'm dedicating that day to her.&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent it looking for clothes/reading One Piece/staring blankly at SS model essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A good thing though, there is a small possibility that I can actually cinch that A1 for ELit if I relax.&lt;br /&gt;I still think all the other times were flukes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3393101974237684464?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3393101974237684464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3393101974237684464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3393101974237684464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3393101974237684464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/10/lot-of-things-happened-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8205582074712338304</id><published>2009-10-07T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:46:13.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone's like blogging recently.&lt;br /&gt;though not for studying purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i realise if i don't blog,&lt;br /&gt;i'll just slack off in other, weirder, dumber, inane ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And um&lt;br /&gt;I'm graduating secondary school in two days time? Which is really really really really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I kinda expected college life to be very carefree, with people wearing their own clothing and hair shades all colours of the rainbow. And I get to study a variety of subjects of which I actually enjoy. Then again, I'd probably go overseas to study for college, so the picture wasn't quite clear, considering two years ago, I didn't know exactly where i wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But now, it's JC. With uniforms and a badge and school songs and stuff. Granted if I show up in school with brown hair on the first day, the teacher will let me off for the rest of the year; but it's still, school rules - and um, I kinda expected NOT to need to abide to them once I reach college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I guess what's more shocking is that I'm leaving secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which is really really really really really really really really really really freaky.&lt;br /&gt; It seriously doesn't seem that long ago when I stepped foot into Xinmin, with lots of nervous energy; not knowing how things were. Especially because the previous environments I was in were rather enclosed. Like, my secondary school consisted of the same people from my primary school, and there was basically no change whatsoever in my lifestyle with sole exception of uniform colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remember thinking how weird it was that everyone seemed to wear glasses and had the same hairstyle. If I'm not wrong, almost every girl had clipped up their fringe in the middle of their head and it looked really off to me. At home, nobody cared about their fringe, unless of course we were passing by the prefects spot check section. And the skirts! I was so unaccustomed to the skirts and the PE shorts (I used to wear slacks for PE) that I kept looking at my legs for the first few weeks, just to make sure they hadn't evolved into something else. Retarded, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, reminiscing aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, we're leaving. And everyone's going their separate ways for real this time. And I don't just mean everyone in Xinmin, but even the people in KL. Some of my friends will probably go off to Australia (like I actually considered) to further studies or some random college whatever scholarship they applied for post them to. It's not going be the same again. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And it's not going to be easy making really close friends in JC, because face it; the time you have together in short. And you're sitting in lecture theatres, where everyone is either sleeping, or... sleeping. In that kind of intentionally isolated environment, I bet most of the friends people have in JC would probably be their secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8205582074712338304?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8205582074712338304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8205582074712338304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8205582074712338304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8205582074712338304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/10/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7294346473211089826</id><published>2009-10-01T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:14:16.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a big blow to your ego when your favourite fanfic author is 15.&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7294346473211089826?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7294346473211089826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7294346473211089826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7294346473211089826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7294346473211089826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-big-blow-on-your-ego-when-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3947922686912191216</id><published>2009-09-30T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:14:34.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yeo's paying for our class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else in favour of getting her something before we graduate?&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz she's really doing a lot for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3947922686912191216?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3947922686912191216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3947922686912191216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3947922686912191216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3947922686912191216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3433987916947493944</id><published>2009-09-30T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:01:56.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As of now, I am now attempting to improve my rapidly deteriorating English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And my attempt to do that will thus consist of me blogging, despite the fact the two newly borrowed books from the library is practically glaring at me for not pickingupandreadingthem. (especially because they're from my favourite authors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A bit weird, considering at the beginning nobody but me, xiaoqi and vanessa were going. And after some sudden change of minds, a lot of people are actually attending the event - which is really ironic, considering I was considering not to go after all before they changed their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because GRAD NIGHT IS EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, so; it's $15 cheaper than the original cost, but $65 is pretty hefty by itself, considering I still occasionally convert whatever I buy into RM...! And the dress itself might cost about $50. But if I'm really strapped for cash or I can't find anything that I would positively die if I didn't have, I'll probably wear the black dress I bought a long long time ago. The one with the scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't help it that I already wore my other dress for ASEAN dance okay...!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even considering buying shoes, especially after Sharon shoved SEVENTEEN in my face and pointed out to me a pair of pumps that cost $145.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to my black stilettos, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think it's pretty cool some of the girls are wearing pants. They tend to look waaaay waaay better than most guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, people, help me convince the following to go!&lt;br /&gt;a. Jiayun&lt;br /&gt;b. Zhiling&lt;br /&gt;c. Mabel&lt;br /&gt;(list shall grow longer in time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the phrase "it was a dark and stormy night" was actually popular-ised by Snoopy. Isn't that interesting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3433987916947493944?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3433987916947493944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3433987916947493944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3433987916947493944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3433987916947493944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-of-now-i-am-now-attempting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-5694612165838874645</id><published>2009-09-25T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:05:18.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god. &lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sia wants to see me about prelim results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened&lt;br /&gt;1) We decided to celebrate Niru's bday&lt;br /&gt;2) By buying him a cake&lt;br /&gt;3) Only to find out&lt;br /&gt;4) Someone else already bought one&lt;br /&gt;5) So he had two birthday cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We had graduation day&lt;br /&gt;2) In both school and parry hall&lt;br /&gt;3) Both of which was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;4) But are equally sad&lt;br /&gt;5) Because we'll have to leave&lt;br /&gt;6) And things will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Madam Liew and Ms. Sia and the new VP (Ms. Wong?) came to Parry Hall&lt;br /&gt;2) And attacked the boys' room&lt;br /&gt;3) And neither recognised me&lt;br /&gt;4) Until later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And Madam Liew said she liked my shirt&lt;br /&gt;Whilst scolding April for choosing to go AJC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-5694612165838874645?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/5694612165838874645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=5694612165838874645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5694612165838874645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/5694612165838874645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-6907197722126532083</id><published>2009-09-25T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:04:04.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fireflies&lt;/span&gt; (Owl City)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You would not believe your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;If ten million fireflies.&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the world as I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they fill the open air,&lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;You think me rude,&lt;br /&gt;But I would just stand and stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe,&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns slowly.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I get a thousand hugs,&lt;br /&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs.&lt;br /&gt;As they try to teach me how to dance,&lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head,&lt;br /&gt;A sockhop beneath my bed.&lt;br /&gt;The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe,&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns slowly.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my door open just a crack (please take me away from here),&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel like such an insomniac (please take me away from here).&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep? (please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far too tired to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies,&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell),&lt;br /&gt;But I know where several are.&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams get real bizarre,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe,&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns slowly.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe,&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns slowly.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe,&lt;br /&gt;That Planet Earth turns slowly.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreams are bursting at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-6907197722126532083?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/6907197722126532083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=6907197722126532083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6907197722126532083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/6907197722126532083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/fireflies-owl-city-you-would-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-4215058571339911785</id><published>2009-09-24T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:04:37.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;quote&gt;Five Ways To Kill A Man by Edwin Brock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.&lt;br /&gt;You can make him carry a plank of wood&lt;br /&gt;to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this&lt;br /&gt;properly you require a crowd of people&lt;br /&gt;wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak&lt;br /&gt;to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one&lt;br /&gt;man to hammer the nails home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can take a length of steel,&lt;br /&gt;shaped and chased in a traditional way,&lt;br /&gt;and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.&lt;br /&gt;But for this you need white horses,&lt;br /&gt;English trees, men with bows and arrows,&lt;br /&gt;at least two flags, a prince, and a&lt;br /&gt;castle to hold your banquet in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind&lt;br /&gt;allows, blow gas at him. But then you need&lt;br /&gt;a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,&lt;br /&gt;not to mention black boots, bomb craters,&lt;br /&gt;more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs&lt;br /&gt;and some round hats made of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly&lt;br /&gt;miles above your victim and dispose of him by&lt;br /&gt;pressing one small switch. All you then&lt;br /&gt;require is an ocean to separate you, two&lt;br /&gt;systems of government, a nation's scientists,&lt;br /&gt;several factories, a psychopath and&lt;br /&gt;land that no-one needs for several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are, as I began, cumbersome ways&lt;br /&gt;to kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat&lt;br /&gt;is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of the twentieth century, and leave him there.&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-4215058571339911785?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/4215058571339911785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=4215058571339911785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4215058571339911785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4215058571339911785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/five-ways-to-kill-man-by-edwin-brock.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3452187488944117820</id><published>2009-09-23T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:35:35.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really do love Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I suppose almost everyone who took pure humans (with exception of Geog &amp; maybe C.Lit) must have some affinity towards the subject; considering it wouldn’t be worth all the hassle if there no interest in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And all the while, I thought it was an incredibly humongous mistake taking Lit because I never ever got a distinction in it; despite how much effort and interest I had in that particular subject. And now, finally, I got my FIRST A. Which is super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course, I surmise the reason I probably got an A this time, as opposed to the 99999 billion times I didn’t was because I actually finished my paper on time. And I managed to do that because I was superlatively calm before the exam, having felt that I had no hope anyway and it didn’t matter what grade I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the other hand, when I fretted and worried and tore my hair out about Lit, practically chewing on my fingernails; as I stare unblinkingly at the green sheet in front of me, trying to see through the words beneath it--- I do badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Lit class was as (ever) amusing as usual today. Mr. Cheng was trying to say how poets/authors did every sentence deliberately as the story they write about takes place in a fictional world constructed by their imagination, and thus each event is significant and not coincidental. Then he drew comparison to the poems we wrote and said that all we wrote in the midst of our teenage angst was shit. He said something like “I am very angry today. I feel like shit. I have this deep burning anger, like shit. “ and he ended of with “Then your poem is also like shit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, summary was CRAP. Everyone I knew who usually did well for summary died with me. But I guess I should be grateful she marked summary, the English component with the least marks. Otherwise I might just do badly for  English - yet AGAIN. And I didn’t want to ask for marks although one or two of my points were valid because I didn’t want to go through the whole situational writing thing again when she failed me for my English and bullied me later when I asked her about it. Which reminds me, my summary language marks was an awe-inspiring 6, the record low I have ever gotten; but an improvement from the fail she game me the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how to spell bullshit someday, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3452187488944117820?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3452187488944117820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3452187488944117820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3452187488944117820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3452187488944117820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-do-love-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-4589270634980879943</id><published>2009-09-19T22:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:43:31.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since everyone's doing it.&lt;br /&gt;My trials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL: 76/100&lt;br /&gt;HMT: 70/100&lt;br /&gt;AM: 70/100&lt;br /&gt;EM: 75/100&lt;br /&gt;EGeo: 37/50&lt;br /&gt;SS:  40/50&lt;br /&gt;ELit: 78/100&lt;br /&gt;Chem: 80/100&lt;br /&gt;Phy: 75/100&lt;br /&gt;Bio: 76/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, not all that great considering since everyone's been saying how easy trials are. Haiz, I hope I can do well for O's. 36 more days! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-4589270634980879943?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/4589270634980879943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=4589270634980879943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4589270634980879943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/4589270634980879943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-everyones-doing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-659463497070957564</id><published>2009-09-15T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:08:57.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/8732_270907065093_781775093_8735581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/8732_270907065093_781775093_8735581.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encik HUSEN. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/8530_131999887468_503162468_2637443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 353px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/8530_131999887468_503162468_2637443.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting cool outside the temporary class. (if i remember correctly...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/8530_131999652468_503162468_2637410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 353px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/8530_131999652468_503162468_2637410.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/8530_131999922468_503162468_2637448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 353px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n137/Silver_Orb/8530_131999922468_503162468_2637448.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to kena denda. XD You can really see how much everyone changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2B '06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so long ago.... &lt;br /&gt;(smth Shermaine dug up, which was mostly photos from my camera, which somehow ended up with her =D)&lt;br /&gt;I have more, but its all in my computer in KL. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-659463497070957564?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/659463497070957564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=659463497070957564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/659463497070957564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/659463497070957564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/2b-06.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-3154072299338370941</id><published>2009-09-13T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:29:44.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm. Finally finished the four bloody essays.&lt;br /&gt;Not motivated to post.&lt;br /&gt;Ja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-3154072299338370941?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/3154072299338370941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=3154072299338370941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3154072299338370941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/3154072299338370941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-500628949495727910</id><published>2009-09-08T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:22:34.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another cancellation.&lt;br /&gt;This always happens.&lt;br /&gt;D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-500628949495727910?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/500628949495727910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=500628949495727910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/500628949495727910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/500628949495727910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-cancellation.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8440764656965203823</id><published>2009-09-07T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:23:55.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terry Prachett&lt;br /&gt;Terry Goodkind&lt;br /&gt;Terry Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how all three authors write fantasy and have the same first name. Of course, their writing style is very much different. Terry Prachett authored the Discworld series, of which is mostly comedy, Terry Goodkind wrote the Truth series, whilst Terry Brooks wrote an assortment of books, the most famous being the Shannara series. Shannara and the Truth series are kinda similar though, both about two men destinied to save the world... But I suppose fantasy books can’t really deviate much from the cut-and-paste plot about long-lost chosen ones, fated to fight against almighty dark lords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, why does homesick mean sick for home instead of sick of home? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Check class blog. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8440764656965203823?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8440764656965203823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8440764656965203823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8440764656965203823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8440764656965203823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/terry-prachett-terry-goodkind-terry.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-8679903351325943280</id><published>2009-09-04T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:27:45.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't study today.&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/mirai-koshi-meguru/"&gt;Mirai Koshi Meguru&lt;/a&gt;, cute j-drama about this cram school teacher who can see people's future (exactly 20 years in the future) when she feels full. And she has this good looking boyfriend, whom she's really freaked out at how he looks when he's 43 (bald &amp; fat). Althoug a little shallow at some parts, her boyfriend, Yuuki's really cute. He overreacts at everything, and is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;Quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/maid-deka/"&gt;Maid Deka&lt;/a&gt;, about this police officer who specialises in going undercover as a MOE-type maid. Thought it was going to be nice, but was in fact rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Bloody Monday J-drama version as well! Gonna watch it once I have time... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ate Pizza Hut's Dine-in dinner thing today. SUPER FULL. It was seriously five course. Almost died eating it and had to give my dessert to someone else. It was soup, criss-cross fries, main (curry baked rice for me), van ice-cream and ice lemon tea. DEFINITELY WORTH THE $14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shall go stare at model essay books now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh yeah, all 402-ians, must collect AMaths Holiday Homework on Monday... SIEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-8679903351325943280?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/8679903351325943280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=8679903351325943280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8679903351325943280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/8679903351325943280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/didnt-study-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-7519160508815379322</id><published>2009-09-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:49:04.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must say I love Japanese literature. Not just the ancient, dry musty stuff like Tale of Genji (which I will NEVER EVER finish reading NOR the Pilgrim’s Progress NOR Oliver Twist) but stuff by Haruki Murakami, which is just simply gorgeous. They’re not the usual stuff I read, fantasy and the like; but the way Haruki Murakami writes just hooks me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I used to love listening to stories about faraway places. It was almost pathological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, a good ten years ago now, when I went around latching onto one person after another, asking them to tell me about the places where they were born and grew up. Times were short of people willing to lend a sympathetic ear, it seemed, so anyone and everyone opened up to me, obligingly and emphatically telling all. People I didn’t even know somehow got word of me and sought me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if they were tossing rocks down a dry well: they’d spill all kinds of different stories my way, and when they’d finished, they’d go home pretty much satisfied. Some would talk contentedly; some would work up quite an anger getting it out. Some would put things well, but just as often others would come along with stories I couldn’t make head nor tail of from beginning to end. There were boring stories, pathetic tear-jerkers, jumbles of half-nonsense. Even so, I’d hold out as long as I could and give a serious listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had something they were dying to tell somebody or shout to the whole world –who knows why? I always felt as if I’d been handed a cardboard box crammed full of monkeys. I’d take the monkeys out of the box one at a time, carefully brush off the dust, give them a pat on the bottom, and send them scurrying off into the fields. I never knew where they went from there. They probably ended their days nibbling acorns somewhere. But that, after all, was their fate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also F Scoot Fitzgerald’s Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I think I mentioned it before, but it really is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no troublesome memories in his childish sleep; no token came to him of his brave days at college, of the glittering years when he flustered the hearts of many girls. There were only the white, safe walls of his crib and Nana and a man who came to see him sometimes, and a great big orange ball that Nana pointed at just before his twilight bed hour and called "sun." When the sun went his eyes were sleepy--there were no dreams, no dreams to haunt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late into the summer dusk down in the busy city for young Hildegarde whom he loved; the days before that when he sat smoking far into the night in the gloomy old Button house on Monroe Street with his grandfather-all these had faded like unsubstantial dreams from his mind as though they had never been. He did not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not remember clearly whether the milk was warm or cool at his last feeding or how the days passed--there was only his crib and Nana's familiar presence. And then he remembered nothing. When he was hungry he cried--that was all. Through the noons and nights he breathed and over him there were soft mumblings and murmurings that he scarcely heard, and faintly differentiated smells, and light and darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was all dark, and his white crib and the dim faces that moved above him, and the warm sweet aroma of the milk, faded out altogether from his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m developing a penchant for short stories. Serious. I even borrowed this book on contemporary Asian literature just to read them. And poems, don’t get me started. *dies* I wish my Lit grades weren’t so bad... I really want to major in Lit in Uni; but considering my current capability in writing a Lit essay, I’m more suited to writing 50 word essays about my favourite character. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do read Terry Brook’s Magic Kingdom for Sale if you have the time. It’s a really unique story, about a lawyer buying a magic kingdom and becoming the king there. Although it might sound whimsical and stupid, it’s not like its olde English or anything, but instead quite contemporary. And for Sci-fi, Ender’s Game still remains my favourite. It’s by Orson Scott Card, and about how children are taken from their homes at a young age to this training academy. The main character in particular is a genius who- God, my summaries are pathetically banal, you really just have to read the book to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-7519160508815379322?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/7519160508815379322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=7519160508815379322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7519160508815379322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/7519160508815379322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-must-say-i-love-japanese-literature.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472514309704501677.post-427182110287924317</id><published>2009-09-03T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:50:56.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, excuse the terribly PINK layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure tonnes of people are like covering their screen in horror, trying to hide the pink monstrosity from bystanders' view.&lt;br /&gt; (But hey, it's cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, during last weekend, I haven't been doing anything BUT reading manga. (and maybe, breathe a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUFF READ (wahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky Angel&lt;br /&gt;Full Metal Panic (reread, cuz it's so AWESOME)&lt;br /&gt;Full Metal Panic Sigma&lt;br /&gt;Full Metal Panic Overload&lt;br /&gt;Law of Ueki&lt;br /&gt;Law of Ueki Plus&lt;br /&gt;Spiral&lt;br /&gt;Venus Versus Virus&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Monday&lt;br /&gt;Detective Conan (reread also)&lt;br /&gt;One Piece&lt;br /&gt;Bokurano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can imagine, i didn't study for Chem except for that little half hour review to remind myself what's Chem about. So if I die for Paper 1, really no surprise. Lit was slightly better, I spent like two or three hours after dinner reading through it. Physics was totally ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seriously, after that last Maths paper, I kinda just didn't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Got lots of things to blog about, but seriously, I'm just too lazy to bother... so I'll just make a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On 30th August, all Malaysian Parry Hall scholars got together in the middle of the hostel sang/shouted the National Anthem and the 7x Merdeka. Camille took a video.&lt;br /&gt;2. On 31st August, the teachers made an extremely cool drama as a parody to what XMS students did. They were GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Proposal was super nice...! Sandra Bullock rocks!&lt;br /&gt;4. My eyes hurt from reading manga non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMT NEXT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472514309704501677-427182110287924317?l=becca8792.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/feeds/427182110287924317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8472514309704501677&amp;postID=427182110287924317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/427182110287924317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472514309704501677/posts/default/427182110287924317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becca8792.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-of-all-excuse-terribly-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca8792</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13259903604303208881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1giLMyQEtY/Sl78DZrOhBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HEoOnlIQkuc/S220/n642261055_1413354_4475.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
