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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6861678743959979982</id><published>2010-02-13T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:23:42.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Smile</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite moments of my life - one that I won't ever forget in the years to come, is your smile that you gave me when I handed you that handmade card. It was amazing. Wonderful beyond words. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than that smile of yours. I was lost in it. It glowed with brilliance. You were so happy! I could see that. You kept smiling your gorgeous smile, fading at times, and as if you couldn't retain yourself from not smiling, your lips moved on its own accord, and there, again, is your most-prized smile. And I wished for that moment to linger, to last forever, and that smile would forever play on your lips. I love to see your lips twist into a genuine smile every time, and you'll show your charming teeth. They are of different alignment, and sizes, but yet, they look so perfect together. And you'll look so, so, so adorable! I wouldn't like it any other way. What's more - you have dimples. Not a pair, no, but only one, just below the corner of your left lip... a bean-sized curve moulded into your fair skin. They just add to the magic of your stunning smile. And that smile just looks so sweet, so outstanding, so extraordinary, so different from the others... so... perfect. It shines as bright as the sun, and glows as radiant as the moon. And whenever you grant me my wish of your lovely smile, I can always feel my mouth twitch, and it'll just curve into a smile too. Then you'll always grin wider, and ask your favourite question: "what?" &amp;nbsp;And I'll keep smiling, just as I'm doing it now. I just love those moments when you do it. I feel rewarded somehow, just watching that smile of yours playing on those honeyed lips of yours... Absolute perfectance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me... I speak nothing but the truth. Your smile, your angelic smile, brightens and shines up my day. And there always seems to be a glimmering aura around you, when you beam. And I don't need anything more. Your smile means everything to me, and everything that I'd ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Edward Cullen's crooked smile. Yours beats all others, and is the best of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day. I love you! &amp;nbsp; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6861678743959979982?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6861678743959979982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6861678743959979982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6861678743959979982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6861678743959979982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-smile.html' title='Your Smile'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1353882384474270884</id><published>2010-02-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:08:12.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Special Occasions That're Coming Up.</title><content type='html'>My blog - is so full of drafts that the first page of the &lt;em&gt;'edit posts'&lt;/em&gt; section is bombarded with them. Dang. I just can't seem to finish typing my posts nowadays. And I guess, I'm kinda neglecting my blog, as I haven't blogged in practically ages.&amp;nbsp; But why am I to blame? I'm so exhausted after staying back at school 5 days in a week... *yawn*... and everyday when I get back home from school after a tiring day, I just feel like flinging myself onto my soft, cozy bed and lose myself in the depths of dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the coming holidays, that're just around the corner, and happening so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year! ... is less than a week away. Not to mention Valentine's Day. By some coincidence maybe, these two days somehow clashed and collided over each other, resulting in a double celebration. Is it a good thing, or does it hold disadvantages to us all? Well, I guess that's how you look at it... from your point of view. To me... I guess there're both on the good side, and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's... I never really looked forward to this occasion, nor celebrated it before, as I never had a... Valentine? *chuckles* This year it's different, I guess, as &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I've found myself someone special. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; But meh. I don't get to celebrate it with him... so maybe that's one of the disadvantages...? For us to benefit... well... a double celebration! I just hope it'll double the joy of the Chinese New Year celebration... and I'll get to laugh all day! Whee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that my New Year's gonna be awesome this year. 'cause I have so many new clothes to try on! Exhilarating. I haven't&amp;nbsp;had the pleasure&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;donning new clothes in ages&amp;nbsp;- but then again, if anyone wants to get me on an outing... they'll have to taxi me, as my parents have decided to dump us home in Malaysia and enjoy themselves in Europe. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. On the bright side - my birthday's soon! Only 19 more days away, approximately. ;) I'm finally gonna be sixteen! A milestone for me,&amp;nbsp;I suppose. Only a year more 'til I can drive!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh my God, I just can't wait. I would just like time to pass swiftly right now, until next year, where I can drive, and then I wish for the time to freeze,&amp;nbsp;so I'll get to stay there forever. I'm not in a hurry to grow up, no, no. I just wanna enjoy the time I have with as much fun as I can have. But nowadays, time seems to be playing traunt with me, and passing by as swiftly as a bird, its wings gliding and sliding, into the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my birthday comes Jiachyi's. I just wish we could celebrate it together, for once... I mean, her birthday's just two days after mine, so why not? But meh. Her parents're so strict... yeah, Jiachyi, tough, isn't it, just to get their permission just to celebrate your own birthday? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there'll be exams, at the 8th of March. Class tests, to see how much stuff we've crammed into our heads these past 3 months. New subjects, new formats - all of which need serious memorizing, not to mention most of them're in subjective form now. Ho-ho. Yeah, I'm doomed. Just hope I'm lucky enough to pass half of them... I wish... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam-hell, there'll be the annual JSPO concert held at the ever-familiar Dewan Sri Pinang in Penang island... guess what? I'll be performing. Oh yeah, it's such a surprise, innit, as I'm such an inactive person... 'cause I've been absent since... April of last year? Hah. Missed out a bunch'a stuff. But meh. Maybe I'll be active this year, for marks' sake. Just maybe. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. then there'll be camp during most of the week-long holidays in March... and I don't think I can call that week a holiday, anyway, 'cause after the concert, there'll be a Sunday for us to rest. And after that... virtual hell. @.@&amp;nbsp; five dayssssss of insanity. Oh God. It'll be so tiring! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about anything else. But this is as far as my Eye can see for now. Hehehehe. Okay. I'm knackered. G'bye. It's been nice being here after a period of absence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1353882384474270884?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1353882384474270884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1353882384474270884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1353882384474270884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1353882384474270884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-special-occasions-thatre-coming-up.html' title='Some Special Occasions That&apos;re Coming Up.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-8739802634261194346</id><published>2010-01-30T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:23:34.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;R-r-r-r-andom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QQVsiyAfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZFsiNvv0Fxs/s1600-h/House+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QQVsiyAfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZFsiNvv0Fxs/s320/House+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Moon! Ain't it just gorgeous? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QQVsiyAfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZFsiNvv0Fxs/s1600-h/House+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRXeEJCmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uuodpL3na-k/s1600-h/House+107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRXeEJCmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uuodpL3na-k/s320/House+107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Piano Keys. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRXeEJCmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uuodpL3na-k/s1600-h/House+107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRdwexZFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qg38cd9mNEo/s1600-h/IMG_0287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRdwexZFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qg38cd9mNEo/s320/IMG_0287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tortoises from years ago... they're long gone now. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRdwexZFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qg38cd9mNEo/s1600-h/IMG_0287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRk5qHAUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6-B7bX4SYuk/s1600-h/IMG_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRk5qHAUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6-B7bX4SYuk/s320/IMG_0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A flower. Pretty? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QRk5qHAUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6-B7bX4SYuk/s1600-h/IMG_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QQ6MC3vPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KO_8sEXWQdA/s1600-h/House+126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QQ6MC3vPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KO_8sEXWQdA/s320/House+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And... um kay. This one's hideous. Lol. Taken last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. Today's attempt is successful. I guess. My blog seriously, seriously lacks pictures... making it extremely boring. Yeah, I understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. The 30th. &lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;'s almost over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here comes Febuary. My birthday's soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gonnah finally be&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; sixteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The year of sweetness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope so... except that I have piles of homework every single day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sixteen. Wow. I am shure getting old fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmmm. And my hair's &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a)&lt;/b&gt; Like I'm wearing a helmet 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b)&lt;/b&gt; Like someone plopped a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;mushroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; onto my head, replacing my hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;c)&lt;/b&gt; Like a vegetable... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;cauliflower&lt;/span&gt; perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:( &amp;nbsp; stupid teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rawrh. Reminds me I had a terrible &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;dream &lt;/span&gt;about her last night. Yikes. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Was &lt;i&gt;scary plus frustrated&lt;/i&gt;. Literally. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mm kay... *really* don't feel like talking about that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;i&gt; toodles &lt;/i&gt;~ I'm off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-8739802634261194346?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/8739802634261194346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=8739802634261194346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8739802634261194346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8739802634261194346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2010/01/pics.html' title='Pics!'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S2QQVsiyAfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZFsiNvv0Fxs/s72-c/House+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-4858347047543161520</id><published>2010-01-24T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:30:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed attempt for pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S1vl_4ZefQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/q4EARHtmIO0/s1600-h/boyslikegirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S1vl_4ZefQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/q4EARHtmIO0/s400/boyslikegirls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Ily. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;days in a week, topped with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;tuitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and truck-loads of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How's that for size?&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm absolutely&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;knackered&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more - the dreadful connection is &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; weighing me down.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I can't load shit... it takes decades to load a single Facebook homepage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have one intention in mind... which is to &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;go online&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; relax&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;chat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But then, like always, something bad's bound to happen... so this time it's the ever-faulty&amp;nbsp;internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Yeah. I know my blog's lacking pictures, making it appear &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; boring.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so here and now, I'm gonna make up and post some...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... meh forget it. The connection's ^@#(%@#*()&amp;amp;%)(#@ &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Psh. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay. I'ma go... sleep. Lol. &amp;nbsp;Bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Curse that friggin' connection... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-4858347047543161520?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/4858347047543161520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=4858347047543161520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4858347047543161520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4858347047543161520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2010/01/god-i-am-exhausted.html' title='Failed attempt for pics.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/S1vl_4ZefQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/q4EARHtmIO0/s72-c/boyslikegirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6094136720254858053</id><published>2010-01-21T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:18:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foul.</title><content type='html'>Foul. Absolutely and tremendously foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foul luck. Foul mood. Foul weather. Foul homework. Foul teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays there's no urge for me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I'm gonna try my best and see what rolls outta me...&lt;br /&gt;...starting with very very very foul luck lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH. Why'd she have to teach me PJ for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, I got caught for my pants. THEN, I got caught for my hair. AND NEXT, I got caught for my hair AND nails.&lt;br /&gt;Oh goody. And they're not even long. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeesh. And I still haveta face the idiotic no-brainer Goh Mooi Teng (however her name's spelt, like I care) and her "brilliant" (not) haughty expression for a *whole* period.&lt;br /&gt;AND it was Chemistry class. The best of the Science classes I'm taking, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Wasting mah precious time. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;*noob descipline room*&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got cut. And my already ultra short hair just becomes even more terrible. Unsuitable for delicate human eyes. Oh just run away, people, I'll understand...&lt;br /&gt;=.= and got my *first* black mark.&lt;br /&gt;OH EM EFF GEE. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying much.&lt;br /&gt;And you're siding with themmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;WTHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, my ammo is loaded with homework.&lt;br /&gt;Tremendous loads, ranging from the first period to the last.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no periods where teachers let us pass safely.&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo lazy to do 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Got no mood to do 'em at home... and I have TWO essays to write... by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;The heartiest congrats to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm hm. Oh yeah. The freaking &lt;b&gt;weather&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to fry an egg at the side walk during the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It's a natural oven, I say!&lt;br /&gt;... so let's all save electricity, and our lovely Mother Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying back at school these few days, I feel fried, baked, and even &lt;i&gt;cooked&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;God, it's so freaking hot. But the wind's awesome in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;I want air condition at school!&lt;br /&gt;...but then, I guess it just makes the environment worse and less bearable... hm.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoons, it's so hot and stuffy and you'd sweat even if you had 4 fans on in one classroom and you happen to sit under one of them and there're only 2 of you in the entire class.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. This is indirectly killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I want my normal weather back! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's you. Waaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish to tear my heart out and make it pound again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish to cry and never stop cryin'.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish for that sweet sensation to never end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I'm sad. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Damn CNY. I just hope it'll be fun this year...&lt;br /&gt;I hope. Mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Jiachyi. I blogged. Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6094136720254858053?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6094136720254858053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6094136720254858053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6094136720254858053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6094136720254858053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2010/01/foul.html' title='Foul.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2335480092854649784</id><published>2010-01-04T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:28:56.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day!</title><content type='html'>Well whaddaya know it. It's the &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;first day of school &lt;/span&gt;already.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess this class isn't that bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;At least it's better than *last year's total disaster of a year*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Form 4.&lt;/b&gt; Woah. Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed like yesterday when I was new to this school.&lt;br /&gt;But then, wow. I just can't believe it myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in this class: 4S6.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it's terrible, blame my crappy PMR results and um, school reports.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'll prosper this year, cuz, I don't know; I just have a good feeling about this year.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so psyched. During the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;None that I can remember having before. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is, I don't haveta sit in that totally crammy van again.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I loooooooooove it. Seriously, that van just gives me the heebie-jeebies everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Like, the van's ancient; and I remember, when I was in Form 2, it heated up like hell.&lt;br /&gt;It was noon, then, too.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my sister is just so lucky. She has all the privileges.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't haveta sit that damned van like I have to; she goes by bus. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't come so Goddamn early too. At about twelve-thirty.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;When I was her age, I swear, I had to sit outside and wait at 11:45. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, too, I guess I don't feel too lonely here. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;The people seem friendly enough; lol&lt;br /&gt;And I haveta admit, the teachers are, too... lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, at that. Especially the Chinese teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. I just hope my Chinese'll improve tremendously this year, because, right now, I don't feel as if I can even read a word of it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I stink that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. All in all, today was alright!&lt;br /&gt;And I hope tomorrow will be, too.&lt;br /&gt;*AND NOT LET SHAERAH TEACH ME HISTORY AGAIN*&lt;br /&gt;...else I'll have a new record of some teacher who taught me for 4 consecutive years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! ...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Lalalah. Can't wait to see you tomorrowwwwwwwww! 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And I find myself sitting here, typing into this seriously un-wired blog...&lt;br /&gt;It's late now, late afternoon, or you can just call it the early evening...&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here, alone again, spending an entire day without the presence of anyone physically beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, folks?&lt;br /&gt;Today is the TWENTY-NINTH of December of the year TWO THOUSAND AND NINE.&lt;br /&gt;Which translates as: 29/12/2009.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;--- Mhm. I'm that bored.&lt;br /&gt;The end of another year - and a most unflattering one indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whaddya know it, I'm not feeling a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Like, 2 days after, it'll be 2010. WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;o.o time just freaks me out sometimes, going so fast like that.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of 2009... and I'm so grateful, cuz, I think, this has been the most unpleasant year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the first day of school... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know anyone close to me in that freakin' class of mine... right 'til the very last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I don't know; I just couldn't blend in with them much... - not to be snobbish or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the year processes... it was okay, I guess. There were laughs.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, too, sometimes. I guess this year holds some unforgettable times, too.&lt;br /&gt;Although, although we were all split up.&lt;br /&gt;You, me, her, them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the year that I met you, too...&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I bet you were waiting for this paragraph, hahah, you stalker. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Joking. Don't take offence, my dear!&lt;br /&gt;So we got teamed up somehow, in the start of the year... and slowly, inconsiderately, I talked to you, and met you...&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the best things that happened to me this year.&lt;br /&gt;What will it be like, without you, next year?&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we'll stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the exams; and the holidays, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;True, I was lonely in that class... tried to blend in with some people sometimes... but I never really, really, fit...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe there was something about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the course in the middle of the year previously.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it was okay... but I really strut my stuff right then... Got people looking at me like o.0&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm... what - I just didn't like to obey by the rules most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;But then, they forced us to get to know each other, the first day we went there...&lt;br /&gt;It was good too... we got to socialize, and knew all of their names.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them... are still in contact; although they don't come on as often as I do, truth be told. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh school. Let me think of the good times I had in this class...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... there were the people, who were so damn hilarious sometimes. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Like Lee Ying Min... Hahah! And Saw Jia Ying.&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 are da bomb. They never fail to set me off with their wiry jokes, and comments.&lt;br /&gt;And who else? Phei Sin... I don't really talk to her... because there's really a damn distance between her seat and mine...&lt;br /&gt;Like, she's in the corner at the back while I sit waaaaaaaay at the front, just in front of the noses of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF THE TEACHERS. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;They (meaning my classmates) were always complaining about their perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Lololololol. Seriously. I can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this Chinese teacher who I friggin' hate, which smells as if she'd swallowed the whole bottle of perfume. A sickly smell that makes people wanna barf.&lt;br /&gt;So does her accent. It just sounds soooo wrong.&lt;br /&gt;There was also the Sejarah teacher, who just glares with you with those eyes that seem as if they're gonna pop outta their sockets any moment. They're huuuge. Ex: O.O&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was the KH teacher who just smells as amazing. He has a habit of blinking, (HAHA,) which looks sooo comical I just didn't dare laugh out loud. ['benefits' of sitting in the front row, I coulda sniggered if I sat at the back though, most probably...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigod then there was also Raguna. Lolololol.&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever forget her. She was the most hilarious of all.&lt;br /&gt;With her zapped up hair, huge eyes, and plump outline, she often drives us all on a wave, up and down, up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Her funky accent, and mood, drives the class insane sometimes. Especially when she's teasing people. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;While other times, it's just so boring I just wanna bury my head in those dull literature books and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, there're more of those times than the lighter, happier times... &lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Geog teacher. She isn't bad, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;She just looks so... pitiful sometimes, honestly, as no one in the class really wants to listen to her when she's teaching... although, she really is experience in Geog... and knows anything that you pummel at her.&lt;br /&gt;She even hosted the Geog quiz earlier this year. Yeah. I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, and I'm saving the best for last. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Our lovely BM teacher, *Pn Ooi Seok Ngoh!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she is hahahahahahahhahahahahhahahaa, hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the times when she teaches Komsas. And she tells us lotsa stories before she actually begins explaining the boring titles.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the times. That was the best time of all. There were laughs galore... laughs echoing through the entire class, everyone was laughing, even the extremely monotone people.&lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget the times when she cocks her head and says "hami" to the class when someone greets her. Lollllll.&lt;br /&gt;And when you, tried to imitate her. You were like, saying it, day in, day out. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, too, when her temper flares. People were using pencils to compose an essay. Man, she was livid then. But, we still got to see the good side of her. Lols. She still teased people, regardless of that, which made it kind of humouring, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen her since after the PMR ended. Gosh, it's sure been a while.&lt;br /&gt;The other teachers have continued to enter our class, except her. I haven't even seen her shadow since.&lt;br /&gt;She's always busy with her KK stuff, too, so she skips our classes sometimes... resulting in busy, bustling free periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pn.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of something! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, when our dear Ye Siang did his Moral folio for MISS Raguna.&lt;br /&gt;Note the extra big MISS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Ye Siang wrote like, PUAN Raguna up there.&lt;br /&gt;And, lolololol. Raguna showed us her o.o face, then demanded that Ye Siang do the front page again, to remove the PUAN from the page, as "i'm still young and unmarried."&lt;br /&gt;Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;That was school. How about life?&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been to China frequently this year, ditching me at home... with my oh-so-annoying sister.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, she had quite a temper this morning - and was kinda spiteful towards everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the maid problem. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God that the current one's good. Good, good, good!&lt;br /&gt;She's awesome. Beats the other friggin' maid by loadssssss, the one that ran away and caused lots of trouble, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many exams this year. 5 in total. And I was just soooo sick of studying.&lt;br /&gt;I'd just walk away if you asked me to memorize another verse of Form 1-3's history.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick of it. What use is it to memorize a buncha dead guys anyway? And asking us to recognize them by their photos. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda ridiculous. I mean, they're DEAD, why do we need to recognize them anyway?&lt;br /&gt;But well, one of the good things about studying Malaysian History is that you get to make fun of the Malays.&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. There were 3 exams coming towards us after the mid-year hols.&lt;br /&gt;In July, August, and October, the finale, I s'pose.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, and there were the projects and folios. Hahah. They annoy me so.&lt;br /&gt;But, heck, one of the good things about being in this class is that we don't haveta do much homework. :)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we rarely &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; get homework, and I'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope next year will be the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, exams, exams. PMR, PMR, PMR.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Last minute, always.&lt;br /&gt;This was the year that I started to stay up in the middle of the night studying - and do some pretty crazy things in the middle of the night - as in 3am. Lolol. &lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest, *my-exam-results-stink-no-matter-how-hard-I-try*&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhhh. Oh well. I guess I'll haveta try harder.&lt;br /&gt;Next year, next year, next year!&lt;br /&gt;Stay back, stay back, stay back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the PMR... everyone was like... :|&lt;br /&gt;People counted down, until the final day when the Chinese (ugh) paper was handed in. &lt;br /&gt;The mood was *still* solemn. No thunderous yells, not much, only occasional squeals here and there...&lt;br /&gt;The mood wasn't what I expected it to be... not anyone either.&lt;br /&gt;Some people were just smiling, and giving a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That really was a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember - the next day, after the PMR, it was *extremely*, uh-huh, I mean it, *extremely* boring...&lt;br /&gt;There weren't any classes anymore... nothing... only chit-chats and card games...&lt;br /&gt;But then, no one really brought cards... so, stone did we. Or at least, I did...&lt;br /&gt;What I really, really felt like doing, was talk to you... as I had the whole, entire year.&lt;br /&gt;Need I wait more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days dragged on afterwards... boring days when there wasn't much to do but come online from dawn to dusk.&lt;br /&gt;Yawnnnnn. It's the holidays, c'mon! I needed something to do so desperately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Singapore. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I realized I haven't posted anything about it, not even a word, as I was afraid that if I blogged at my uncle's, some nosy person would just poke his or her nose and glance at what I'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;'S why.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. There's gonna be a post about it sometime later, or never...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. And after that, 2 friggin' days of camp.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was hell. Trust me. I wouldn't wanna relive it. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Not if you paid me the entire world's gold.&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmmm... then again, I just might reconsider. $.$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck at home until today. @.@&lt;br /&gt;Boring, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm... that's my holiday life.&lt;br /&gt;No overseas vacation this year. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck, really. &lt;br /&gt;Siiiighs. So I'm back to page 1.&lt;br /&gt;Form 4... another stage of life?&lt;br /&gt;Rah. 10 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Physics Bio Chemistry History Moral Maths Add Maths&amp;nbsp; Malay English *and* Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. It's gonna be a tough year... I can tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2 more days of 2009. Might as well enjoy the last of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Lalalah. Okay. This might as well sums up the year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;A freakin' year which I don't mind repeating, all in all... hm.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, opinions change. I think mine just did, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. And there goes another stage of life - out of the window, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Szn2iCYMJdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/EGPsCbfDN9U/s1600-h/live_laugh_love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Szn2iCYMJdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/EGPsCbfDN9U/s320/live_laugh_love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7213476927351498716?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7213476927351498716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7213476927351498716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7213476927351498716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7213476927351498716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-year-2009.html' title='My Year 2009.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Szn1cAN6xpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ZodjADDoM9k/s72-c/happy-new-year-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-399728791773359082</id><published>2009-12-27T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:14:06.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SzZERjkFQuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GgvSF-hnGrY/s1600-h/heart5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SzZERjkFQuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GgvSF-hnGrY/s320/heart5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt; for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;245 days. Finally. 8 months. Ily. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. You're right.. it's been 3 days.. and I'm still feeling down.. and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, seeing alllll those people get 8A's just makes me wonder why can't I do it...&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Why, why, why?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it... why is my luck so sucky?!&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell. =.=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. These deadly sins of mine, jealousy, and envy, are starting to ignite.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh. Not to mention my bubbling anger again.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr. Makes me just wanna strangle someone.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of my rants...&lt;br /&gt;A new year's coming, and yeah, I'll make sure that I work hard next year...&lt;br /&gt;And try to not fail anything, at least...&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah... I sincerely hope that we will last.&lt;br /&gt;And not drift further apart, in the new year...&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we can achieve that?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want you to leave me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'll do then.&lt;br /&gt;Ilysm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still depressed. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;When, oh when, will I cheer up completely? :(&lt;br /&gt;Never, perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-399728791773359082?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/399728791773359082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=399728791773359082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/399728791773359082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/399728791773359082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/12/sighs.html' title='Sighs'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SzZERjkFQuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GgvSF-hnGrY/s72-c/heart5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7912816974789342594</id><published>2009-12-26T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:22:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>OhmyGod, where are you?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad... without you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, waiting, right now, for you.&lt;br /&gt;Please come soon... where are youuuu?!&lt;img alt=":((" src="http://www.shoutmix.com/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where. Are. You?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. *sobsobsobsobsobsobsobsobsobsobsob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Chua Min Huanggg! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't sleep...&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; darling, where're you? &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=":cry:" onclick="smilie(':cry:');" src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/cry.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7912816974789342594?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7912816974789342594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7912816974789342594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7912816974789342594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7912816974789342594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-526261157270806760</id><published>2009-12-06T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:25:07.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored x100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sxqy4zbYRmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YP3Vs_eHeWA/s1600-h/baby-leopard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sxqy4zbYRmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YP3Vs_eHeWA/s320/baby-leopard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Rawr. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is the middle of the night, and I'm still as sleepless as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you&lt;/i&gt;, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're doing well, or perhaps having much more fun that I am, even though you're always complaining about going; and on the contrary, I am just so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, these holidays have been the worst I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, am absolutely free with nothing interesting to do except stay home and go online. But oh, that's boring too. So, to sum it all up, I'm hella bored.&lt;br /&gt;My sister, on the other hand, is apparently, having the time of her life.&lt;br /&gt;While I am stuck at home all day staring at the wall, she gets to go on her school trip, to my cousins' place, grandma's place, her friends' dwellings, and of course, shopping sprees with her friends and sometimes, my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I was her.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I didn't follow her to some of the places as listed above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; My cousins are all little kids that I totally don't know how to approach. (Yes, I'm not really good with kids, I'm just not bullying the cute and innocent. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have "tuitions" ... while she doesn't... so she gets to go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;No one wants to go out with me. Apparently, transportation's always the problem... and my friends seem to vanish as we're embraced by the school holidays. No one can be found. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;WHERE IS EVERYONE?!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooped up at home, that's what I am.... but well, I'm leaving for Singapore in a few days, so I guess that's kinda a treat for me... kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Whist my sis doesn't get to go. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;Payback time. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;And yesh, I am evil.&lt;br /&gt;I feed on the misery of other people to gain abrupt happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this happens to be my *third* attempt today to concoct something worth reading... and, I guess, apparently, this isn't much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I wonder, are you missing me as much as I'm missing you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;'Cause, you're nothing and everything that fills my mind all day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Remember... Ilysm. &amp;lt;3 ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I just wish that you were here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, so long, folks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-526261157270806760?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/526261157270806760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=526261157270806760' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6052302314292407342</id><published>2009-12-04T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:46:31.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="KAq0qSPL" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" 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href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-4327713992565793915</id><published>2009-12-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:38:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma,helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's such a lovely song; Everyone ought to go listen to it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma,helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma,helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I see your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face, I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can be the one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever more&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Seasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;are changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; are crashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; are falling all for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I'll be the one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; my true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;whole heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Please tell me you'll stay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;, stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Use me as you will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if 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Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends to answer this. Then see what happens&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy - post this as my kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;If your a girl - post this as my kind of boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. He can be. And cute too... perhaps. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;Could be older, younger, or preferably the same. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;Taller than I am, duh... not too tall though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;A must-have. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with that... I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;Lol... no thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;Can be... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be... just... nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;Not too dark, thanks, normal skin colour would be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;Short, preferably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;Metal, for the win? Whatever this question's supposed to mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;No thanks! And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;A lil'? I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;Why not? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah, preferably. Just don't be toooo wimpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;I just wish he can... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Both! Those are just sooo coool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It'd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;I love his voice. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;Um, lol, when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have them too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I don't really mind. Cute, though. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;A mix of both? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;Active... duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;Could be both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;Singer! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;Could be. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;Uuh, if he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;o.o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No thanks. I don't wanna be some toy to him like the other people he plays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! They look soo cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;Not too nerdy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Er, okay. o.o Not too much, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. Yeah. It'd be epic if he can weave out a fine poem from nothing but words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer... a mix. Serious sometimes, when needed, not too, though, or he'll be a definite no funner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;I'd get to see him more often? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;I'm cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;Not too much? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! If he can teach me to, then, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be... both... and not... cheat on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely. &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loves children??&lt;br /&gt;Don't bully the cute and innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag twenny people?&amp;nbsp; - I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Whatever... Just do this if you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6339737919914885651?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6339737919914885651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6339737919914885651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6339737919914885651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6339737919914885651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/12/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged - again.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6852727123256253838</id><published>2009-11-26T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:03:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NewMoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;NewMoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;NewMoon&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;NewMoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;NewMoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jah, it is gonna be out &lt;strong&gt;tomorrowww&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here - I'm not some unusually big &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Twilight&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fan or something, I just watch it mainly cuz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've read the book and wanna know if the scenes and all, in my imagination, really did come on-screen.&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Just because I'm plain bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boredyboredbored&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that's Life.&lt;br /&gt;Suh-weet.&lt;br /&gt;Days like these &lt;em&gt;cannot &lt;/em&gt;be good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just *&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;* he won't fail me tomorrow... again. Lol...............&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts get &lt;em&gt;shorter and shorter&lt;/em&gt; every time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6852727123256253838?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6852727123256253838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6852727123256253838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6852727123256253838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6852727123256253838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/11/newmoon.html' title='NewMoon'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-3614938713526366191</id><published>2009-11-24T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:57:43.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sole Photo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SwrMUgBXz5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tG5rp_3c-xY/s1600/DSC00206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SwrMUgBXz5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tG5rp_3c-xY/s320/DSC00206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was taken... last week. Yeah. We didn't CamWhore.&lt;br /&gt;And I do look pretty weird... oh well. Who cares...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-3614938713526366191?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/3614938713526366191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=3614938713526366191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3614938713526366191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3614938713526366191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/11/sole-photo.html' title='The Sole Photo.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SwrMUgBXz5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/tG5rp_3c-xY/s72-c/DSC00206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1258765100636183086</id><published>2009-11-20T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:10:15.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Outing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Tell me how can you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;How can you breathe?&lt;br /&gt;Baby tell me how&lt;br /&gt;How you love me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Whee. I haven't had an outing in weeks... and today is my first. after a long while. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I was so excited, for once... and I thought today would be kinda different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;So I had a chance to finally watch the much-awaited 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Hell, yeah, it was nice. Lol. Some parts amusing, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'm not gonna bother to talk about the movie... as I don't like to be a spoiler!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And I'm not gonna upload its poster too... just because everyone's blog I've visited lately seems to already have it in the midst of the letters of the page...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just gonna complain about the cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;It was so freakin' cold in there. And the snow falling scene didn't help one bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I wonder how many degrees it was in there, brrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Shoulda brought a jacket... I totally regretted not bringing one... jeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;After the movie... hoho. I busted my brother, who was in the arcade, after he promised mom he wouldn't even step in there... Oh that was interesting enough. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;He certainly got it when he got back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Yesh, I am eeeevil. -insert diabolical laugh here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;After that we idled around the sorry place they call a shopping mall... and tried in vain to hunt for a suitable present for MingWern's sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;... and then we had it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;After wandering around *many, many* shops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And some people were late for the movie... and never wanted to talk to me. Hmph.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;*tears streaming down my face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;How depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Well anyway, I got da pressie. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Why'd you haveta be so impatient, and spoil the surprise... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1258765100636183086?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1258765100636183086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1258765100636183086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1258765100636183086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1258765100636183086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/11/outing.html' title='An Outing.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2270868520639807747</id><published>2009-11-17T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:48:34.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>The holidays have officially started.&lt;br /&gt;(Not that I consider this the start of it, cuz I've been skipping since the past week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. So here I am, bored to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a decent hobby. Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so these few days have been SERIOUSLY a bore. &lt;br /&gt;And I mean SERIOUSLY. And I've been stuck at home the whoooole week... with no where to go. OhmiGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a blade which is slowly slicing into me, taking time for it to sink in, one - slow - murder. I think I'mma die soon. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. lol. Anyway, my holiday plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;RS. Facebook. MSN. More RS, more Facebook, and maybe more MSN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... this is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck am I gonna pass the time in these two freakin' months?&lt;br /&gt;Someone... save me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty meaningless right now, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bored people are everywhere, it seems... and this is what we do. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SwGCF2QI5gI/AAAAAAAAATo/jQ0NUR5INQI/s1600/smiles.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SwGCF2QI5gI/AAAAAAAAATo/jQ0NUR5INQI/s320/smiles.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SwGCQR9PC_I/AAAAAAAAATw/uM3UWMrXjKo/s1600/smiles2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SwGCQR9PC_I/AAAAAAAAATw/uM3UWMrXjKo/s320/smiles2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spam smilies, for the win.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, isn't the smiley face just adorable?&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-2270868520639807747?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/2270868520639807747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=2270868520639807747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2270868520639807747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2270868520639807747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/11/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SwGCF2QI5gI/AAAAAAAAATo/jQ0NUR5INQI/s72-c/smiles.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-473423959227991651</id><published>2009-11-13T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:04:26.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Jiachyii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;被点到必填，不填代表你不尊重传给你的人和问卷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) 请老实的回答每一个问题。&lt;br /&gt;(2) 不行擅自塗改題目。&lt;br /&gt;(3) 写完请点10位小朋友，不可不点。&lt;br /&gt;(4) 点完后请通知那10位小朋友他被点到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1) Ming Wern&lt;br /&gt;2) Hui Ting&lt;br /&gt;3) Kely&lt;br /&gt;4) Marissa&lt;br /&gt;5) Esther&lt;br /&gt;6) Jesse&lt;br /&gt;7) Jiachyi&lt;br /&gt;8) Yue Tong&lt;br /&gt;9) Mh&lt;br /&gt;10) Violet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-[ 4号认识6号吗? ] : Yes...&lt;br /&gt;02-[ 10号是男还是女? ] : 女....&lt;br /&gt;03-[ 8号的兴趣是? ] ：不懂XD&lt;br /&gt;04-[ 1号有没有兄弟姐妹? ] : 有.&lt;br /&gt;05-[ 7号姓氏? ] : 马&lt;br /&gt;06-[ 10号人缘好吗? ] : Ish good... lol.&lt;br /&gt;07-[ 4号有人追吗? ] : 有~&lt;br /&gt;08-[ 承上2号呢? ] : 更多~&lt;br /&gt;10-[ 3号和10号是朋友吗? ] : 不是呱....&lt;br /&gt;11-[ 8号的生日是? ] : 11月还是12月多呱&lt;br /&gt;12-[ 5号读哪呢? ] : Berapit&lt;br /&gt;13-[ 你怎么认识10号的? ] : 活动..&lt;br /&gt;14-[ 你跟1号的生日差几个月? ] : 3个月...&lt;br /&gt;15-[ 你和9号有出去玩过吗? ] : 没有...&lt;br /&gt;16-[ 你喜欢和2号聊天吗? ] : Yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;17-[ 你喜欢和3号在一起吗? ] : Haha...&lt;br /&gt;18-[ 你觉得7号人怎么样? ] : 三八可爱　＾＾&lt;br /&gt;19-[ 你觉得9号人怎么样? ] : Ｌol ..&lt;br /&gt;20-[ 你爱5号吗? ] : 爱!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 是谁传給你这份问卷的 : Jiachyi...&lt;br /&gt;2. 你们认识多久呢 : 很久了....&lt;br /&gt;3. 你觉得他(她)对你來说很重要吗 : 还好.....&lt;br /&gt;4. 你与他(她)的关系是 : Fwends &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;5. 你覺得他(她）的個性如何 : Funny.. haha. And fei. ^^&lt;br /&gt;6. 请问他(她)的兴趣是 : Online ... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問 : 當你在更衣室沖水门忽然被打开了你会,&lt;br /&gt;答 : 喊&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;問 : 海中忽然大浪來襲后你发现比基尼小姐上身泳裝被沖掉了你会,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : Omg.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;問 : 去海边玩会使用咩交通工具?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : Jetski in the ocean! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; 問 : 你突然发现沒帶泳裝泳衣你会買吗?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : 不会...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;問 : 会的。。&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; 問 : 回去时发现有其他遊客手机沒拿你会觉得是哪牌子的?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : 不知道．．．什么都可能吧．．．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;問 : 海边对你來说是:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : OMG BEACH ! OMG OMG OMG OMG. *yells continuously*&amp;nbsp; OMG BEACH!&amp;nbsp; etc. The sun, surf and seaaaa! Awesome... the cool breezes, the awesome waves, the soft golden sand... ahh... it's heaven on earth. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;問 : 看到镜子会不由自主的向前吗?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : Why not. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; 問 : 经常用洗面乳吗?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; 問 : 说到自恋会想到谁?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : My sister... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;問 : 有人说该減肥了你会,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;答 : 你都不会肥 !!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I'm saying you, JIACHYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;問 : 自恋適合你吗?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;答 : Noooo. *shows angel face*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-473423959227991651?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/473423959227991651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=473423959227991651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/473423959227991651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/473423959227991651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/11/tagged-by-jiachyii.html' title='Tagged by Jiachyii.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6763128348057126980</id><published>2009-11-07T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T03:12:16.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I brought my phone to school yesterday. And we had a hella fun time snapping pictures. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvRzLVfwZDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GvfhtrPGAxM/s1600-h/jiachyi+and+me.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvRzLVfwZDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GvfhtrPGAxM/s320/jiachyi+and+me.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvRzO6Z2F9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/3hRq86CbMVc/s1600-h/mingwernandi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvRzO6Z2F9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/3hRq86CbMVc/s320/mingwernandi.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvRzR7lGA-I/AAAAAAAAASE/HOl2maxA89s/s1600-h/phone.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvRzR7lGA-I/AAAAAAAAASE/HOl2maxA89s/s320/phone.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, this is *kinda* my first time posting edited pictures on my blog... hmmm.. and I just learned how recently, that's why. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to have the skills anyway... and whee. The day finally came, after a bout of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was just sooooo awesome. Hehee. I'll never, &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; forget that day. &lt;br /&gt;Although, thy shalt not elaborate any of it here. Bwahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ciiiiaoz. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6763128348057126980?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6763128348057126980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6763128348057126980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6763128348057126980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6763128348057126980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvRzLVfwZDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GvfhtrPGAxM/s72-c/jiachyi+and+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7155218292900347131</id><published>2009-10-31T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:30:49.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos.</title><content type='html'>Let me see what I have done to Ming Wern's photos.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRiJSHtaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NpFLSmCKVLA/s1600-h/mingwern.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRiJSHtaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NpFLSmCKVLA/s320/mingwern.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And for starters, this is the original. She looks sooo like a doll...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRlG7YPPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/c1Vcyz5c9wg/s1600-h/mingwern1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRlG7YPPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/c1Vcyz5c9wg/s320/mingwern1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Edited! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRnhMkhtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fGIbLOBxnao/s1600-h/ming+wern.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRnhMkhtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fGIbLOBxnao/s320/ming+wern.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. Edited #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRzrD7uII/AAAAAAAAARE/mpGGugQbces/s1600-h/mingwern8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRzrD7uII/AAAAAAAAARE/mpGGugQbces/s320/mingwern8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hehe.. nicer skin ftw?&amp;nbsp; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusR1l3253I/AAAAAAAAARM/ZP8bnKDXkAU/s1600-h/mingwern7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusR1l3253I/AAAAAAAAARM/ZP8bnKDXkAU/s320/mingwern7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oo. A smaller nose. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And finally - drumrolls please - the final combo!&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRrGN4KrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tn_taKxqaLo/s1600-h/mingwern9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRrGN4KrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tn_taKxqaLo/s320/mingwern9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I say! Ming Wern. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I am too bored for my own good... so I went experimenting with Ming Wern's own photos. :)&lt;br /&gt;Not bad... eh.&lt;br /&gt;Except... now my comp's saturated with them...&amp;nbsp; Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7155218292900347131?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7155218292900347131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7155218292900347131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7155218292900347131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7155218292900347131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/10/photos.html' title='Photos.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SusRiJSHtaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NpFLSmCKVLA/s72-c/mingwern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1133669131030417455</id><published>2009-10-30T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:24:02.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You're the direction I follow to get home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I feel like &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I can't go on&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;you tell me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it's like I can't feel a thing without you around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And don't mind me if I get &lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;weak in the knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'cause you have that effect on me, you do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Months&lt;/b&gt; going strong now, and no &lt;strike style="color: #660000;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Unconditional, unoriginal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always by my side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meant to be &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meant for no one but each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You love me, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I love you harder so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I can't think of anybody else &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who I hate to miss as much as &lt;strike style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I hate missing you&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So please, &lt;b&gt;give me your hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So please, &lt;b&gt;give me a lesson on how to steal, steal the&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As fast as you stole mine, as you stole mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So please, give me a hint&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So please, &lt;/i&gt;just take my hand&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Hey Monday. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome song. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;6 months, half a year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ily darling.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1133669131030417455?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1133669131030417455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1133669131030417455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1133669131030417455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1133669131030417455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/10/6-months.html' title='6 Months.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-8796676318533704058</id><published>2009-10-25T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:31:54.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>Hiiie. I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;So, so, so, so FREAKIN' BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMIGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Members&lt;/span&gt; are boring..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;#($)&amp;amp;@$&amp;amp;(@#&lt;br /&gt;And that *NEVER* happens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammmmiiit. I need something better to do.... seriously!&lt;br /&gt;*everything* just seems sooo boring now.&lt;br /&gt;Someone suggest me something fun to do...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should go for a holiday somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where, though? Singapore? Now?&lt;br /&gt;My parents will be veeeery glad if I really do decide to go...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they're always saying that I can spend a week or something there... then follow my aunt back here... since she's also coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to date me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;JIACHYI!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your parents allow you to come out with us yet?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm totally rotting at home....&lt;br /&gt;And... attracting flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;MINGWERN.&lt;/span&gt; Beach?!?!&lt;br /&gt;NOWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;G Hotel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chantal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Go feast on buffets~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;, but here.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go stay in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;....!!!&lt;br /&gt;And have the time of our lives there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trips to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So many people organize 'em....&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's gunna be packed during holidays...&lt;br /&gt;Someone, anyone, take me there before the holidays start?&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate to leave this place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH wow, someone cure me from this boredom...!@#!@%$!@##%#&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying right here.... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-8796676318533704058?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/8796676318533704058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=8796676318533704058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8796676318533704058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8796676318533704058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/10/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7953445728762589521</id><published>2009-10-24T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:53:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SuHm805j78I/AAAAAAAAAQc/QIdypoHQcGk/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 51px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SuHm805j78I/AAAAAAAAAQc/QIdypoHQcGk/s400/heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395847761233178562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phew. Finally done editing my blogskin.... took me 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I'm so damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;School ish.. utterly unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we've gotta sit there form &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30am&lt;/span&gt; til &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:20pm&lt;/span&gt; without doing anything... well, except maybe playing cards and some dumb blocks... +_+&lt;br /&gt;What a nice way to pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay at home and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Although, I don't really have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;If I stay at home, yeah, I'll have all my luxuries, but well, I'll still be bored.&lt;br /&gt;And, if I go to school, perhaps it'll be better... I can make some decent conversation with people, instead of just using MSN and sitting in front of the computer screen all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. So, yeah. Skipping on Fridays is da bomb.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, very few people'll attend school on Friday.. cuz there's the dumb assembly, which totally wastes time and makes people feel like they're being baked alive by the heat and the morning sun...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;But heck, why spend the day at school in assembly when you have the risk of having your hair cut by any of the dumb discipline teachers... instead of sleeping at home until your desired time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. For people like me, I'd stay at home even if my house is flooded.&lt;br /&gt;Which may never happen... I guess. Because, my house is situated on a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to ranting about my school life......&lt;br /&gt;O yes. I chose streams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;... whee.... I wonder if I'll like it...&lt;br /&gt;My life next year ish gunna be terrible, I predict...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Add Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Moral&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD THEY WON'T LET US TAKE MORE. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love the government... right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they made English have 7 periods in 1 week... and that's more than Malay... WHEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Although, I hate school... they make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt; *compulsory*&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... How the heck am I gunna survive next year..... &gt;.&lt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I don't really wanna talk about school now... ish...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, PMR's over..!!!! I can *finally* relax myself.....&lt;br /&gt;... with being bored.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I really need a decent hobby to pass my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaysh, I have piano tomorrow and I haven't practiced.&lt;br /&gt;OH NO. The teacher's gonna eat me.&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeelp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better practice tomorrow.... else you'll see the end of Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay lol. Blog tomorrow. Byeeeeee. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7953445728762589521?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7953445728762589521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7953445728762589521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7953445728762589521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7953445728762589521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SuHm805j78I/AAAAAAAAAQc/QIdypoHQcGk/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1502784941836744830</id><published>2009-10-20T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:10:23.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/StycDX4VRpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uu3nOMzo6rM/s1600-h/ayalas_petals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/StycDX4VRpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uu3nOMzo6rM/s400/ayalas_petals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394358035446843026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ily. Ily more than you'll ever know, or believe.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I realize I haven't been here in a while.... and I have tonnes to write about; but well, I just didn't know where to begin. So I ended up staring at my fingernails, hoping that they'll give me some inspiration. Pathetic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So these few days, I'm having constant &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;mood swings&lt;/span&gt;.... One minute I'm smiling and laughing like a maniac, the next, I can be as quiet as a dead log... Yeah. Amazing. Scares people. I don't even know &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*why*&lt;/span&gt; this happens.... meh. I just seem so different nowadays... and I miss my old self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I really do miss it... but most of the time, I can be seen moping around... being all gloomy and stuff... =/  I hate it when this happens.... I want my old smiley self back again... but what the hell... these few weeks, the whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; before PMR even... I can be seen wearing frowns day in, day out. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially last weekend, woah. :(   Major sadness, yow. No one could cure me... well.. except... :)  Anyway... I improved yesterday... or this morning... since I finally had a chance to go out. :)   A boring outing, nonetheless... shall elaborate later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I just feel so left out... y' know. *sigh*   I feel like no one wants to be with me or something... on Friday... well, a friend who I thought was my best kinda ditched me and went with another friend on an outing... meh was I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt;... but well, she explained anyway; and everything was sorted out in the end. It wasn't her who was up to it... but another person. And dang evil she is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; today and yesterday. Was kinda boring, to be honest... Heh. I didn't really feel like going yesterday, but well, I was forced to... by some friend whose &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;maid&lt;/span&gt; wanted to buy souvenirs from M'sia... and boy. Was her maid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A-M-A-Z-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;. She just simply took stuff without a second glance.. and bought 'em! She even bought a huuge luggage bag at RM99... which is so amazing... Lol. She brought RM500... which bought her a cell phone, huge luggage bag, some shoes, clothes... bags... and lotsa other stuff. I didn't even know RM500 was even enough for so many things... Lol. My sister was stunned to silence. She just wore the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt; face all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, though, we just went there to chill. Unfortunately for us, Jusco's cinema is so poorly stocked that there wasn't a good movie on air... so we were forced to walk around the whole mall for like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt;... my God... remind me to not go there again... I'm so scared of that place. I just hope I won't dream about it as I lay sleeping on my pillow tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our 6-hour outing in Jusco... Chantal went for a haircut. :) she was debating whether to cut it or not the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;*2 hour*&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for her appointment to come up. As we were walking in and outta every shop... doing our &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; window shopping. Chantal was like, looking at each and every mirror of every shop we went into. Whenever we went into a shop to look at something... she would be seen examining her hair in a mirror - any mirror, in the store. What a comical sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, she did cut it anyway. It turned out pretty nice too. They even styled it for her. Awesome. No regrets now, huh, Chantal? :)   Nice hair you havee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Going back to Friday... meh. I was so bored... everyone seemed to be out... except for me... I almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*died*&lt;/span&gt; at home... but well, my sister was going out to buy clothes for her dance... so I followed her to be the "kaypo". The results turned out pretty well too. Her friends were cute. Haha. I proved a big help anyway in the end. Her friend kept asking me for opinions... while I was... pointing out this and that and giving everyone my opinion. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was boring, though. Very boring... We were a 7 person group... Wandering around the mall(s) for the whole day. How boring. While I was at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pacific&lt;/span&gt;, though, I spotted a really nice bag, which I really liked. It was nice - but my mom won't let me get it... meh. I'll beg her to buy me that some time this week... when we go there the next time. I just hope that no one decides to go to it before I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Friday. Someone told me that there was only 1 guy who went... and below 10 girls who did. Woah. Haha. Awesome. I wonder how boring that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty boring. I was stuck at home all day.... but I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;RS members&lt;/span&gt;.  :)   I haven't played in soooo long. Forgot half of it already... and there're just so many things to buy back... I'm sooo poor. Meh. Only 2mil left in the bank right now. Omigawd. No weapons either. Stuuupid. Haveta buy some soon.... but right now I'm just so in love with my dear quests... :)   Only nineteen more to go! But - urgh,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; As a First Resort... &lt;/span&gt;is so tough. I'm lazy to do it now... perhaps I'll continue tomorrow... as I have nothing better to do anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that kinda covers up my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 4-day holiday&lt;/span&gt;. I skipped school on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;... how fun. Totally enjoyed sleeping in. Only thing is... it gets boring. Mmm. We have school tomorrow, finally. Oh, and we're &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;choosing streams&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, too. I'm gonna choose &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;, I think, cuz if I regret later... I'll still have a chance to transfer to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Commerce&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. I think Science'll do good. Although, there'll still be a speech for us to make up our minds tomorrow. Wow. This is kinda exciting... kinda... I just hope the speech won't be so boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my mind drifts off to you again. Leaving the phone in the middle of a conversation and never coming back again... &lt;/span&gt;what were you doing?  :s   Just hope you *will* interact with me tomorrow... else I swear I'll rot to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't like that, would you? Hehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So I&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; repeat&lt;/span&gt;: life's pretty boring now. I wanna go on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;! Seriously... I miss the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone mind going with me? I just don't wanna be stuck in the same places all day.... I want something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;, something&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fresh&lt;/span&gt;, something else to indulge myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PMR.... what seemed like eons before... has finally come true. And I'm so bored... I imagined life full of joy and merriment after that... but well. Wow. Boredom's totally taking over my life... meh. Then again, looking back, books do seem boring... and I don't ever wanna go back again.... even if it takes to tolerate this infinite boredom. :)  Well, at least I have my freedom which I've dreamed months to obtain, which has finally come true. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every cloud does have a silver lining.&lt;/span&gt; There's good in everything. Nice. Now I'm seeing light in life. I have a nice house and a nice comp to waste all my time in, and nice air conditioning to get rid of the heat.... but yeah. I do lack of something.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; True Friends&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps? Earlier this year, I felt that I have them.... but now, it's got me thinking. It's been 10 months in 3A4 and I'm still boring my head out... and this class still seems super boring to me.... and there are still a handful of people who I haven't spoken to before. Lmao. Amazing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. School tomorrow once again. And it's 1:52 A.M, and I just wrote such a long post... I doubt anyone has read this... lol. This post is full of unimportant occurances from my life, and I seriously doubt anyone's interested. So, yeah. I'm just posting for fun. And if you have succeeded to read this without skipping anything, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;congratz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :]  You have just obtained a medal in finishing this post. Just like me. LoL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1502784941836744830?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1502784941836744830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1502784941836744830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1502784941836744830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1502784941836744830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/StycDX4VRpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uu3nOMzo6rM/s72-c/ayalas_petals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-5653587855982453008</id><published>2009-10-15T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:10:34.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>Yeah. So &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;'s finally over. At long last.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a little late... but heck. I didn't really have the mood as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame the wretched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I swear... if Chinese was not compulsory... I'd drop this subject for good.&lt;br /&gt;Even my mother supports this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I felt, really indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;I should, by right, rejoice like most people, but well, the afternoon during the last paper, which was Chinese, I actually did feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt the joy of finally enduring past these 7 days of relentless studying... perhaps more.&lt;br /&gt;The whole year, even. This year has just been just a frenzy of books... exams... tuitions... and perhaps, more books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling just evaporated once the teacher collected the papers.&lt;br /&gt;There were people counting down the very last minutes to freedom; people next door were shrieking; but well, my class, was... abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;No feelings whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Then, damn. About my crappy results. The Finals. If I'm lucky enough, I'll scrape a rank &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beneath&lt;/span&gt; 150, and that's the best I'll get.&lt;br /&gt;And my luck isn't improving.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, my luck's been crappy all my life.... if I can do something well.... it's always my damned luck that ruins it.&lt;br /&gt;That's how it had been, has been, and will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, regarding the PMR.&lt;br /&gt;IF I'm lucky... which I very much doubt... I'll get 7A's.&lt;br /&gt;Minus Chinese, as I'm absolutely terrible with this.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;And, if I'm totally unlucky... with only 9% of luck on *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;* of the days of PMR....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'll get as little as 4A's... which is soo reassuring. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if the flower of misery has bloomed for me lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all frowns now... most of the days...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days where I can just... smile... and laugh... without a worry at all.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays - and believe me, I have no idea of what had happened - it's as if my life is turned upside down...&lt;br /&gt;Spiraling, round and round, and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, after reading&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt; by Khaled Hosseini.... I realize that my life's still very much endurable.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. At least there's no killing and bombing and all the tragedies of war. :(&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad... knowing that once a decent country, a sanctuary for most turned into such a wounded place where many perished and many, many more innocent people killed, day in, day out.&lt;br /&gt;And who knew that the forces could be so harsh?&lt;br /&gt;Mass killings.... without pity. Destruction everywhere. The struggle to live on...&lt;br /&gt;A touching book. Truly, a good read.&lt;br /&gt;I almost shed a tear... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... back to the ever-so-dramatic me.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, me enduring school now.&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring. I don't have company. I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering why I don't just go mix with some classmates or something; well.&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons. Just don't feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. So here I am. Miserable and alone as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Bored. When will something interesting happen?!  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5653587855982453008?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5653587855982453008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5653587855982453008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5653587855982453008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5653587855982453008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/10/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6153509608429989605</id><published>2009-10-06T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:22:32.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR</title><content type='html'>‘Cause then and there with the wind in your hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven was jealous to merely look fair against you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And all I need now is for this moon to keep light in its desolate skyline for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6153509608429989605?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6153509608429989605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6153509608429989605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6153509608429989605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6153509608429989605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/10/pmr.html' title='PMR'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-731531225086537568</id><published>2009-10-01T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:23:33.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To go or not to go....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was horrible. Today was okay. But how will it be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, and I mean practically&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everyone&lt;/span&gt;, skipped school yesterday. How annoying was that.... and they never even told me!&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting alone and rotting in silence...  how pitiful. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... yeah... they all came... Annoying. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel like going today... I mean... I couldn't really wake...&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to wake after dad called me... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So now I shall list out the pro's and con's about going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PROs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- For him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I won't sleep the whole morning... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;- Finish my revision earlier...&lt;br /&gt;- Perhaps the class'll be silent cuz there'll be many absentees...&lt;br /&gt;- Last words from the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I haveta sit through another boring 8 periods.&lt;br /&gt;- Some teachers won't be present... so I guess self-study time equals to a noisy class&lt;br /&gt;- Friends won't be present... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;- There's a high possibility that I'll just rot there.&lt;br /&gt;- And there'll be an assembly which puts my hair at risk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................... so ?&lt;br /&gt;I still have absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; idea. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Meh. What if I do go... he'll just ignore me anyway... and perhaps it's him that I don't wanna disappoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall just sit there... letting cobwebs settle on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay. So there is a high possibility that I will go ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Someone heeeeelp meeeee, likeeeee, NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-731531225086537568?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/731531225086537568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=731531225086537568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/731531225086537568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/731531225086537568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To go or not to go....'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-548280103565949463</id><published>2009-09-29T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:30:11.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsInyF_t_EI/AAAAAAAAAQM/c3yK9xKLaSg/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsInyF_t_EI/AAAAAAAAAQM/c3yK9xKLaSg/s400/roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911845844909122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I love it when words flood my blog and no one bothers to read it word by word.&lt;br /&gt;Or, at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;It actually gives me space to rant about stuff... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. So I'm okay today... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't actually finished my KH yet... there's still half a chapter of Form 1 to go...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta repeat it later... forgotten most of it already... I'll retire to bed later tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PMR&lt;/span&gt;. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Why does time just pass by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;Well after PMR... I don't even know what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Online&lt;/span&gt; 24/7? ...naw. That doesn't sound like a very promising idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I just don't have a clue of what I'm gonna do after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;Relax, chill, enjoy? @.@&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all the hectic exams this year?&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Even my holidays were occupied... I think I've forgotten how to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Maths Paper 2&lt;/span&gt; proceeded pretty well today...&lt;br /&gt;Apart from a few careless mistakes... I guess I could..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; could&lt;/span&gt; ace it. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just this book that's easy and the questions answerable.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;KH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;later... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigawd. Time just flies soooooooooo fast. And I'm not kidding. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already Tuesday today. Tuesday night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to go. &gt;.&lt; Thank God there's a weekend in between the days for PMR... I might have time to cram some extra junk in. :)&lt;br /&gt;... or just.... finish up the essential stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;MingWern ain't going. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;So is HT and Mari.... wewhoo.&lt;br /&gt;How fun.... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want my back seat.... they rock. :)&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's when the teachers do prefer to sit in front...&lt;br /&gt;You get to do other stuff while they rat on....  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lonely days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you were here.... :]]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-548280103565949463?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/548280103565949463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=548280103565949463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/548280103565949463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/548280103565949463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-and-on.html' title='On and on...'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsInyF_t_EI/AAAAAAAAAQM/c3yK9xKLaSg/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-88435730455350943</id><published>2009-09-28T02:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:06:10.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:13A.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I realize - I haven't done a long post in ages.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my post nowadays are short and very very much less detailed.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my posts when I was in&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Form 2:&lt;/span&gt; long and horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days - over. Time flies. I find I say it so much lately.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true; with the PMR just 9 days away. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't really feel it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Nine... it just feels like a number now... sometimes... I get so scared... I just... wanna escape this. Nine... nine. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I finish all the subjects before the time comes?&lt;br /&gt;And achieve 8A's?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to myself: before I sleep today, I'll finish my Form 2 KH.&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 more chapters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, to sum off my 10 days of Raya holidays... I've done nothing much... to be frank. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Online? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt; Started to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sunday: &lt;/span&gt;Grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; Biking- ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; Other Grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; Back to my other Grandma's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; Back home, at last. (mom's plane was delayed, thus, I had to stay at grandma's for one more day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Studied. Finished Geography?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: Started on KH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; KH til now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My 10 days of holidays. Doesn't seem like much. I envy my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;sister &lt;/span&gt;- she gets to relax and enjoy herself now. Yet, she says she wants tuition... she actually wants it... o.o...&lt;br /&gt;Insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. So I went biking on Monday. It was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;paddy fields&lt;/span&gt; in Bandar Perda. Somewhere near Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDlowaujaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/tehM9NgV7S8/s1600-h/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDlowaujaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/tehM9NgV7S8/s400/DSC01868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557642689645986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The morning mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDloXw0sCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IiyaZ5CrA1g/s1600-h/DSC01860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDloXw0sCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IiyaZ5CrA1g/s400/DSC01860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557636071436322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padi yang telah menguning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDloBAV4cI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LE9CLgmnvas/s1600-h/DSC01861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDloBAV4cI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LE9CLgmnvas/s400/DSC01861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557629962510786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Motorsikal yang terjunam ke dalam parit.&lt;/span&gt;  Lmao.  It was pretty new, probably stolen and trashed there... some of its spare parts were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDlnV9WWrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9KNCiMXZ3xU/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDlnV9WWrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9KNCiMXZ3xU/s400/DSC01851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557618407234226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk25WwnfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rv94fRUsyTI/s1600-h/DSC01841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk25WwnfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rv94fRUsyTI/s400/DSC01841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386556786095463922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young shoots. Pretty cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk2RySI-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/zgUScobi37Y/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk2RySI-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/zgUScobi37Y/s400/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386556775473488866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk2Pw9GOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fVOFwzKQCFY/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk2Pw9GOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fVOFwzKQCFY/s400/DSC01842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386556774931044578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An uncle who adores photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk1-8DVPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fIigem_fICE/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk1-8DVPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fIigem_fICE/s400/DSC01850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386556770414187762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk1fsrWkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ama8TzqVVCs/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDk1fsrWkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ama8TzqVVCs/s400/DSC01845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386556762028202562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bike.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpKP_PhsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dnjw60wDUyg/s1600-h/DSC01843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpKP_PhsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dnjw60wDUyg/s400/DSC01843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561516634867394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little cousin: this picture is just so funny.   LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpJ3z8QGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iqoYv7o4YkQ/s1600-h/DSC01849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpJ3z8QGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iqoYv7o4YkQ/s400/DSC01849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561510145015906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpJZJQ3JI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wxQqzzK7do0/s1600-h/DSC01852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpJZJQ3JI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wxQqzzK7do0/s400/DSC01852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561501912947858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My obese brother blocking the view...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpJEug5RI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IsIrPxCDC3A/s1600-h/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpJEug5RI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IsIrPxCDC3A/s400/DSC01862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561496432043282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*grins huge*  :D&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the silly hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpInva6eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E1WfvtwrywM/s1600-h/DSC01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDpInva6eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E1WfvtwrywM/s400/DSC01880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561488651217378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ABC, CBA.  Shadows.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. It was fun. Although - I fell down and hurt my knee.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no good cousin&lt;/span&gt;... wanting to bang into me. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. And when I stayed at my grandma's house, I have a really cute cousin, as shown in the pic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDrDsF6CvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/13gw_xQpiKE/s1600-h/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDrDsF6CvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/13gw_xQpiKE/s400/DSC01895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386563602943183602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's adorable, yeah. But when she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUGHS.&lt;/span&gt; Oh wow. You can swear that the ground's shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh rings and echos around the area. @.@&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much like she's holding a microphone. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Mm kays.  *ends this post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/image/camera_semc/100MSDCF/DSC01895.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/image/camera_semc/100MSDCF/DSC01895.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-88435730455350943?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/88435730455350943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=88435730455350943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/88435730455350943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/88435730455350943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SsDlowaujaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/tehM9NgV7S8/s72-c/DSC01868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1343314405505659438</id><published>2009-09-28T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:12:39.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Holidays</title><content type='html'>[Caution: long post. Avoid if displeasure occurs.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Just read through my old posts.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine now naive I was then... doing silly things and stupid stunts...&lt;br /&gt;Meh. And I used to get holidays all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;It was like, continuous holidays with trips here, there, and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, though, it's just so much different from the last.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having PMR this year... and my sis UPSR.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, naturally, we couldn't go for holidays anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And I've just forgotten how the feeling is.&lt;br /&gt;To relax, enjoy, and de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Taiwan trip during CNY, I don't think I've been to anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;The week-long holidays in March... Hm. I possibly have no clue of what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I just idled at home again, as usual. Else I would've blogged, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;That was the only time that the exams ended *before* the holidays... which I get to thoroughly enjoy - for the last time. Not that I knew of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mid-Term holidays, well, it's becoming a little stressful.&lt;br /&gt;With PMR looming closer and closer... 'course... people were getting panicky.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Mid-Term exams before the holidays. We had a week, I still remember, rather than the usual 2 weeks of hell. I guess that's ONE benefit of all this.&lt;br /&gt;Of course - Mom went to China during the mid-term holidays, I guess, so we didn't get to go anywhere, and were stuck at home, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I knew it, it was the annual Class Test 2 again. During July.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get holidays after, I remember. We still had to go to school. Lotsa people whined - me too.&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why, do we have school after our Class Test? :(&lt;br /&gt;It's still an exam! And we still had to prepare hard... all the cramming and hectic preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August came. Trials were close.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. We had 2 days of Trial exams before the holidays.... which, again... prevented us from having kinda fun from anything... :(&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I stayed here. Glued to the comp, perhaps... then studying at the last minute.. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Life before PMR sure sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, during the August week-long holidays, my sister was, of course, having her UPSR in the beginning of September.&lt;br /&gt;This allowed us to not go anywhere during the whole week of holidays... but, well... I passed my time the same. Stuck at home. Staring at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm pretty much used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's always away to China this year... leaving us behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were also the maid problems....&lt;br /&gt;Since my old maid went home, we've been having trouble finding new maids...&lt;br /&gt;Been having dozens in and out of the house... some very comical ones even.&lt;br /&gt;*manages a smile*&lt;br /&gt;While some, were just plain trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I remember, during the Mid-year holidays, me and my sister were stuck at home, alone, with the maid.&lt;br /&gt;So we got together some cousins and had them to accompany us for the remaining holidays, since they were having major exams, too, and couldn't enjoy themselves by going for holidays...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;We had been having trouble with the maid since then... her stealing my sister's phone and calling who-knows who until our telephone bill rocked sky high.&lt;br /&gt;And being dishonest. Stealing my pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;She was also pretty sly. Like a fox. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one fine morning, when all of us were fast asleep, she got our keys, I repeat: got our keys, and ran off. For a few hours to who-knows-where.&lt;br /&gt;Then she came back.    ???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and went off again.&lt;br /&gt;Then came back. !!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that is already enough to make someone piss on his pants.&lt;br /&gt;She looked like a decent type, mind you. We didn't know she had this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredible &lt;/span&gt;personality before.&lt;br /&gt;This goes to show that we absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt; judge a book by its cover... nothing is what it seems...&lt;br /&gt;Thus, our house couldn't be lived in anymore... as she *took our keys out* and who knows what she did with them...&lt;br /&gt;And without anyone home but a buncha kids... naturally... everyone grew panicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until my parents were back.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;And I was stuck in my Aunt's house for the entire holidays... without much to do.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't bring us out, cuz she was away. Leaving me and a few cousins behind....&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, somehow, it happened again.&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, we had this new maid.&lt;br /&gt;She seemed fine in the beginning.... with the smiles and all.&lt;br /&gt;She seemed friendly...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; seemed&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Again, I never would've thought she'd do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's been pretty dishonest too. Stealing money. Although, she didn't use our phones. Thank God... after the previous maid, my mom's been policing the maid day in, day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty satisfied with her work then... well... she didn't do nothing too bad... just occasional slacks and stuff... but that's normal.&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day... she just ran away.&lt;br /&gt;We were out to dinner then...&lt;br /&gt;And when we came back... the house was dark... and the lights were all turned off.&lt;br /&gt;She left a note on her bed, saying that she'd ran away... to find her family or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just days before my mom was to go to China.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence much...? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. So this holidays... my siblings and I were like nomads... moving from place to place every day... =.=&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*...  and I have just the feeling that no one wants me.&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I strayed off topic. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming stupid.... I'm pretty stressed out now.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna study. Yet, I can't. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1343314405505659438?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1343314405505659438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1343314405505659438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1343314405505659438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1343314405505659438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-holidays.html' title='Of Holidays'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-94790856508892067</id><published>2009-09-26T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:18:01.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Srz1nmP75ZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7iucVFi1xKs/s1600-h/heart3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Srz1nmP75ZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7iucVFi1xKs/s400/heart3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385449315059361170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel as if I'm floating above water, swaying, unable to hold onto anything; and I feel as if I will be pushed away by the nasty currents any time... and be lost, lost into the depths of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That is how I feel right now. Totally unstable. I think I'll be breaking down any moment now, any moment now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been so numb lately. It's as if my entire being is deprived of feelings. There used to be tonnes of emotions swirling inside me... but now, it feels as if everything has been blocked by a layer of ice... and there is just no way to break it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Empty, I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There seems to be little emotion left inside me. It feels as if some kinda invisible force is blocking my heart, making the new, incoming pang of emotions unable to penetrate into me, leaving my heart empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just wish this wicked layer of ice would just crack, and I'll enjoy seeing, hearing and believing all the beauty of this world... and immerse myself in everything thoroughly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is there someone who can light a flame, perhaps, and warm my heart again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The echoing&lt;/span&gt; silence&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I regret being quiet today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn. I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-94790856508892067?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/94790856508892067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=94790856508892067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/94790856508892067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/94790856508892067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Srz1nmP75ZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7iucVFi1xKs/s72-c/heart3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-3284403629107332188</id><published>2009-09-20T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:31:46.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hearts" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/greenheart1gh.jpg" alt="Green Heart Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm all alone.                                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alone in this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where is everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Away; leaving me behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-3284403629107332188?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/3284403629107332188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=3284403629107332188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3284403629107332188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3284403629107332188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-allllll-alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-3751931445605233033</id><published>2009-09-17T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:06:04.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SrJdX1YSLDI/AAAAAAAAANs/tDY59THRvPI/s1600-h/PIC530.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382467168708471858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SrJdX1YSLDI/AAAAAAAAANs/tDY59THRvPI/s400/PIC530.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So take my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's ticking like a cheap clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh, I need you to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Kill Hannah. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;, peeps. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, I do not celebrate it, nor been to any celebration of that kind before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sighs*.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raya holidays equal to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;obsessive studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - preparing for PMR. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the actual thing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. My. God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow... I shall start my nerd life.... I promise myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eek. So scared. So very scared...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-3751931445605233033?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/3751931445605233033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=3751931445605233033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3751931445605233033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3751931445605233033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SrJdX1YSLDI/AAAAAAAAANs/tDY59THRvPI/s72-c/PIC530.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1215561239507183618</id><published>2009-09-16T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:02:12.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just passing by;</title><content type='html'>Pictures from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;RS&lt;/span&gt;, taken in High Detail. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SrEKAnQWmTI/AAAAAAAAANk/7MyrtBLll3o/s1600-h/runescape2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SrEKAnQWmTI/AAAAAAAAANk/7MyrtBLll3o/s400/runescape2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382094035338303794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SrEKAZgdyUI/AAAAAAAAANc/TO0PGzDpNqs/s1600-h/runescape1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SrEKAZgdyUI/AAAAAAAAANc/TO0PGzDpNqs/s400/runescape1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382094031647787330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Not bad eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;The colours are nice; and the features quite clear. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigawd. I just found out today that Raya Hols are next week. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I thought that there's another week&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; before &lt;/span&gt;the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. ... PMR's sooner than I thought. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Must&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;No-life-ing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Holidays start on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I love to not sit through the 8 boring periods at school when time just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drags&lt;/span&gt; on, and on, and on...&lt;br /&gt;And that means more &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Parents went to China again.&lt;br /&gt;And the maid ran away. =.=&lt;br /&gt;What's up with me and runaway maids when my parents're outstation? =.=&lt;br /&gt;It's the second time already.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;And the supposed-to-come new maid ain't here yet. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fun. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Kay. I'm done. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1215561239507183618?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1215561239507183618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1215561239507183618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1215561239507183618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1215561239507183618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-passing-by.html' title='Just passing by;'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SrEKAnQWmTI/AAAAAAAAANk/7MyrtBLll3o/s72-c/runescape2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1457217758228847630</id><published>2009-09-15T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:12:17.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh FML.</title><content type='html'>I changed my skin again. (:&lt;br /&gt;Was sick of the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; indeed...&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;I've got another freakin' runaway maid. =.=&lt;br /&gt;A second one this year alone...  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm always having trouble with maids, apparently...&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;my old one went home and was never heard of again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Deep breaths... cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not my days.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my chronology of crappy luck began last week.&lt;br /&gt;Everything just seemed so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling soooo sad, so down, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have a clue of what was up.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that this would turn out to be the worst disastrous week yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I think, I've seen the worst of it, the most terrifying part yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damn.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are still puffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this dang luck will end soon; PMR's so near...&lt;br /&gt;And I just wish to stop doing everything but focus on my studies, but that is just &lt;em&gt;tough&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate the week that is now behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;First &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it was my stinkin' telephone bill. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then,&lt;/span&gt; the stinkin' house phone that won't work.&lt;br /&gt;[I wanna use it!  It's been forever...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Third,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was hellllll, being so sensitive and miserable the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Then,&lt;/span&gt; my effin' Science results, which&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; didn't help my already terrible week.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;fifthly&lt;/span&gt;, quarrel with mom and the agony of another runaway maid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Life ish miserable these days.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I shall need a shoulder to let me weep on.&lt;br /&gt;Who would be generous enough to lend me theirs?  :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1457217758228847630?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1457217758228847630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1457217758228847630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1457217758228847630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1457217758228847630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-fml.html' title='Oh FML.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7384304027756816528</id><published>2009-09-10T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:00:48.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SqkQqgTKE2I/AAAAAAAAANE/DRsZHgnJ4sU/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379849552281604962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SqkQqgTKE2I/AAAAAAAAANE/DRsZHgnJ4sU/s400/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't taken any pictures in decades. So uh, might as well upload this uglee one, to brighten up my word-filled blog. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way, that picture was taken during finer days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally don't have the mood to laugh these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always filled with sorrow and misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sad lately....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't know what's up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because of the PMR that is drawing nearer every breath I take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps. Or perhaps it's my sucky Trial results....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; shoulda studied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally regret it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wanna repeat the same mistakes I made for trials to happen in the &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; PMR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 weeks plus to go. Don't wanna waste more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 4A's this Trials?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf?! =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Am. So. Dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PMR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hate youuuu!&lt;br /&gt;You bring madness to meeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I so don't wanna talk about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't remind me, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid teacher.... okay so yeah, I admit, I overreacted....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally furious... Lost my temper.... then exploded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booom.... whee. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will tomorrow bring pleasure, or perhaps more misery and pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was terrible; you helped, yeah, on the phone... I totally felt better... Thanks &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But afterwards... it just returned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm neutral. No feelings whatsoever; or maybe a slight heartache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eesh. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As memories of today flood my mind....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah. Horrible ones. I wish to chuck them outta my mind forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't think about them. Please. Please. Please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please distract me. I'm so lonely, so afraid, so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bed. Perhaps sleep will draw me away from everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this nightmarish reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7384304027756816528?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7384304027756816528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7384304027756816528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7384304027756816528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7384304027756816528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/heh.html' title='Heh.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SqkQqgTKE2I/AAAAAAAAANE/DRsZHgnJ4sU/s72-c/DSC01632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1349373329645244807</id><published>2009-09-09T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:59:46.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 09 09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough&lt;/span&gt;. No more thinking.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;09 09 09&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Nice date. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, nothing really worth telling happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Except I didn't get a 70 for KH anymore. :D&lt;br /&gt;Heheee.&lt;br /&gt;77 FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, fine, I know... it's still 70+ =.=&lt;br /&gt;...but not 70! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR's soon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;20+&lt;/span&gt; days left.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; library&lt;/span&gt; with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;I will lock myself there for 2 hours every day and force myself to study.&lt;br /&gt;So, who's in? :)&lt;br /&gt;Come with me... I have free cookies. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. in your dreams, perhaps. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh anyway. Really need the library here. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, yeah. The BM and Science results're gonna be announced tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I'll get B's for both the subjects. =x&lt;br /&gt;By then, the world's totally gonna flood. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. Just hope Raja Nor's not gonna be on leave, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She was today, apparently - I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; looked at the board and saw her nice name written there with sebab no 1.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. As if I really wanna know anyway. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am. Took a long long nap today again. *sigh*  Having trouble sleeping now... again.&lt;br /&gt;But, never mind. I'm gonna attempt to go to dreamland again, see yahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1349373329645244807?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1349373329645244807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1349373329645244807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1349373329645244807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1349373329645244807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/09-09-09.html' title='09 09 09.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2647784463672338637</id><published>2009-09-08T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:06:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injections.</title><content type='html'>Heh. So sad at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Idk the cause. :(&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol we had our injections today. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;It was all right... lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Some people were so dang nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Although, yeah. I was kinda. A little. But nah, not that much.&lt;br /&gt;I was prepared for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Meh - it was just a teeny injection. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, the process was interesting enough. :P&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. When our class lined up to the classroom for the injection, lol, it was freakin' hawt.&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating alll over, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;Then lol... the guys were first.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few check-ups... first they asked for your health, then eyes, blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Then there was this snobbish Indian nurse or something who things she's oh-so-great with her feet put up that high and doing her stuck-up face.. sheesh. What a loser. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways she was set up there to check our um, heartbeats.&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Then it was time for the injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I smiled all the way.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;But there were someeee people at the door who were so looking forward to watching me cry.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol so yeah. The doctor had that fierce face too. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Then the needle was in my arm and the next second it was out.&lt;br /&gt;The pain - and numbness spread through my arm... ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary had to go home? o.o&lt;br /&gt;LOL MARY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that my whole hand went numb... like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was totally... useless. And my whole arm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Down to the wrists.&lt;br /&gt;I haveta admit it was still not okay this evening... but now, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It's all-righty.  Though there is still a slight throbbing in the wound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, and I heard that the girls'll be having another injection next week?&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;*screams, runs away and hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want one more!&lt;br /&gt;Although.... it could be fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials suck. I'm failing everything. Wewhoo.&lt;br /&gt;Come and congratulate me. I r a total phailure. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Byebye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#)&amp;amp;@#(*$ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone please cheer me up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-2647784463672338637?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/2647784463672338637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=2647784463672338637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2647784463672338637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2647784463672338637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/injections.html' title='Injections.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2454726749577208781</id><published>2009-09-03T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:34:42.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Trials...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Youuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt; take the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt; right outta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hole&lt;/span&gt; where my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;should be............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This song, has been stuck in my head for 3 weeks.... before and after the holidays, during exams. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, well...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Trials&lt;/span&gt; are over.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; begins.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma start revising soooooon, probably.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want more days stayin' up til 5.. then waking up at 6. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrrrrrrrible. I shall have a good nap later. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol exams today.... 3 subjects....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; HATE&lt;/span&gt; CHINESE. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I think I have at least half the paper wrong now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it happened in the PMR.... so dead then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda okay ... compared to the FREAKIN' CHINESE... which I'm sooo gonna flunk... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was... lol. The usual, probably. Hmm I wonder how much I'll get this time. o.O&lt;br /&gt;And how much the top girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;get, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllll, yeah. I'm free today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt; TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;So lazy to goooo....&lt;br /&gt;I mean, trials're over. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. And the results're gonna be announced tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^@*&amp;amp;$(%@#(*@^&amp;amp;!#^()!*@&amp;amp;#)!%@*$)&amp;amp;!@*(%&amp;amp;!@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haveta like, trim my nails for assembly tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am laaaaazy...&lt;br /&gt;It's so freakin' overgrown... ish.&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah, I still have that novel to finish, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;The librarian didn't stamp the dateline on it !&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;I think it's due the week after last.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I shall cough up some payment for it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just wanna sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;Lah. Lah. Lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-2454726749577208781?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/2454726749577208781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=2454726749577208781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2454726749577208781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2454726749577208781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-trials.html' title='After Trials...'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6685841576880044832</id><published>2009-08-28T19:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:39:46.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:!%@&amp;amp;$#!@%&amp;amp;#$@!@#!!@#!@$!@#@%!%$@^%"&gt;!%@&amp;amp;$#!@%&amp;amp;#$@!@#!!@#!@$!@#@%!%$@^%&lt;/a&gt;#!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Another week's almost gone. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time sure flies. I was right.&lt;br /&gt;After January, the months sure have been a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;It's August now. And the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;'s in October.&lt;br /&gt;But first, the &lt;em&gt;Trials&lt;/em&gt;.... resume next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh* &lt;/em&gt;I'm so downright disappointed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;No self control at all these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I used to be able to get up from the comp and go study whenever I feel like it... but now... it seems like an invisible magnet has been put inside my comp and keeping me glued there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... to sum up these holidays... I've been doing only one thing for the 3/4 of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOING ONLINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I say... whenever I tell myself not to... I'm still, somehow, here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an epic phail. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself to study since Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;And Monday.. I was.. playing &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RS&lt;/span&gt;? And &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone's kinda addicted to Facebook these days. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... same thing. Been telling myself to study..&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I stay awake til 4 playing RS... Whee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday? The same.&lt;br /&gt;No tuition... stayed up til 4 again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Oh yeah. Went panicky.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to study... but the evil comp was making mischief again...&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Oh yeah. Today. Woke at 1...&lt;br /&gt;Skipped tuition... couldn't wake. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if I did go, I reckon I'll just be zombie-ish and doze off there.. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It's better staying at home and suh-leeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that.. I did some &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;.. went pretty well.. except for some questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Form 2's Coordinates&lt;/span&gt; - the formulae which I forgot... and need to look up... And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Form 3's Functions&lt;/span&gt;. If there is no time, I guess I'mma just haveta do some guesswork then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised myself I wouldn't touch the comp today... but heck.&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing now. =.=&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kill me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... 7:27pm. Gotta go study.&lt;br /&gt;Else I'mma commit suicide. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jk. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So be here by my side, and watch the stars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They're ours.  &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6685841576880044832?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6685841576880044832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6685841576880044832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6685841576880044832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6685841576880044832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-5243440739124010808</id><published>2009-08-23T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:31:20.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My house&lt;/span&gt; is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;My room&lt;/span&gt; is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My study&lt;/span&gt; table is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who is to blame?&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;em&gt;exams&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as the world knows, &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; hates exams.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a majority of people, that is. There might be a crazy few who do love them... then let's not get into this. They scare me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people especially hate big exams, like the PMR, which is torture.&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, week after week, month after month of studying for this silly test.... is giving me a &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; headache, and a longing to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Watching my little brother tucked in at night during my nights of agony before History exams... makes me wish I'd not care to study like him. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, according to&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chantal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in her Facebook profile, if one were to cancel exams, then &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;trees would be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, trees!&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't the world been wanting to reduce tree cuttings and prevent global warming and yada yada?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they just start from the problems?&lt;br /&gt;Demolish the policy of exams... then, problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;No more excessive tree cuttings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just look at the exam papers.. they totally waste space.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's 1-2 questions for just one sheet of paper. What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;Then there're our pens... Hasn't school taught us to save? :)&lt;br /&gt;With exams... we haveta keep buying pens and pencils and erasers for answering the accursed questions... so why not abolish exams, and then save up on these, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the virtue of saving. Excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there're the outcomes of exam pressure.&lt;br /&gt;To not fail, and to not get cruddy marks for exams is one of the many conditions of exams for a candidate.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the mounting pressure for it.&lt;br /&gt;"What if I fail? What if I won't get a good enough grade to pass this? What if I fail this grade and go into one of the worse classes of the school? Then what'll my parents say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the parents. What high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;As if one failing grade would end me up in prison....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the non-stop studying before exams...&lt;br /&gt;Last minute crams and so on...&lt;br /&gt;Poor students. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Exams. A burden, but a must.&lt;br /&gt;I agree, though, if there were no exams in this world... not many people will understand what crap are they talking about in the boring textbooks...&lt;br /&gt;Then again, who'd wanna know anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5243440739124010808?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5243440739124010808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5243440739124010808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5243440739124010808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5243440739124010808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/08/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7772914372339818914</id><published>2009-08-22T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:18:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week...</title><content type='html'>Today is Daddy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The dinner and cake was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing like a 5-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday again. :)&lt;br /&gt;Another week gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Paper 2's are over.&lt;br /&gt;Science... was tough... for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I say that every time I have an exam....&lt;br /&gt;But this - this is trials!&lt;br /&gt;God damn. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1's after holidays...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;1:05am. I can't sleep... ftl?&lt;br /&gt;What to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS seems boring nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do... even members sound boring o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's having fever. *stays away from him*&lt;br /&gt;Ah1n1 ftl?&lt;br /&gt;Narb virus...&lt;br /&gt;And I want my beach. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MW, go during holidays? We shall have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, after PMR. :)&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll live there for lyfe. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7772914372339818914?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7772914372339818914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7772914372339818914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7772914372339818914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7772914372339818914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-week.html' title='Another week...'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-5096620615781801590</id><published>2009-08-18T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:50:54.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAH</title><content type='html'>Damn TEACHERS.&lt;br /&gt;Who chose today to conduct *spotcheck*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' people. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell youuuuuuuu here.&lt;br /&gt;MY HAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, MY DEAR HAIR...&lt;br /&gt;has been cropped short, by.... her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGGGGGGGGGG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our dear AH LEE was also like, grinning every soooo happily when he caught me. Sheesh. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narb teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and !   Mashi Maro was doing :D   when the spotcheck was taking place.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, people were hidin' things, and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;"I call prefect here, yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did lean his head out and beckon, though. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials are on THURSDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deaddddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5096620615781801590?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5096620615781801590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5096620615781801590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5096620615781801590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5096620615781801590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaah.html' title='AAAH'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-3820718573725317799</id><published>2009-08-13T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:18:55.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of insects.</title><content type='html'>The Chinese teacher is&lt;em&gt; soooooo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SICK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she stepped on a bee when a lotta people squealed when it came into our class;&lt;br /&gt;Then, most recently, she stepped on a.... cockroach?  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygawd lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stepped on the bee, the class was dead quiet.&lt;br /&gt;That was when she was teaching. Then the bee flew to her side.&lt;br /&gt;She just.. stepped it. Then the class was like... o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after sch*&lt;br /&gt;[Laughs galore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when she stepped on the cockroach,&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the class clapped. Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;She was literally smiling from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she hasn't been applauded to before.&lt;br /&gt;She was *that* happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave us as speech of how wives are supposed to not be afraid of roaches and husbands who were afraid could &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;possibly be males.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing. Lmao. And soooooo sick.&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/298622295059441621-3820718573725317799?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/3820718573725317799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=3820718573725317799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3820718573725317799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3820718573725317799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-insects.html' title='Of insects.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6830927835047304063</id><published>2009-08-12T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:35:02.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinkhole.</title><content type='html'>Whoever that says the toilets beside the KH workshops are clean, can go to hell. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in there,&lt;br /&gt;Cubical 1 had: splats of poo all over the floor...&lt;br /&gt;Cubical 2 had: a door that won't lock&lt;br /&gt;Cubical 3 had: A full trash can&lt;br /&gt;Cubical 4: *pinches nose and manages to find it a teeeeeny better than the other 3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narb toilets.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; close to puking - literally.&lt;br /&gt;The sensation was all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;Do *not* remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn toilets. Why don't they get a better cleanin' service... I'll pay for it!&lt;br /&gt;God damn. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6830927835047304063?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6830927835047304063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6830927835047304063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6830927835047304063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6830927835047304063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/08/stinkhole.html' title='Stinkhole.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7657608664399598432</id><published>2009-08-06T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:25:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terrors.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Horrors.&lt;/span&gt; Nightmares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the &lt;em&gt;heck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMR&lt;/strong&gt; - the actual thing... is like, 2 months away... and look at me... NOTHING done, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get B's for Chinese and BM... Ohmyfreakin'goodness.    -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well uh, yay.  My fan's back. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then uh, it was suuuper cold today I almost froze, while it was like, suuuper hot yesterday that I almost baked... alive.... Aah.    -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong day for the fan to spoil, ftl?   ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll feel normal tomorrow.   -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7657608664399598432?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7657608664399598432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7657608664399598432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7657608664399598432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7657608664399598432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6024396461151405632</id><published>2009-08-01T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:06:14.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Psst, &lt;/strong&gt;wanna hear a secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;slash&gt;I missed you, so much, today.&lt;/slash&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;Always, and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6024396461151405632?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6024396461151405632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6024396461151405632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6024396461151405632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6024396461151405632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/08/heh.html' title='Heh.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6081568850036174248</id><published>2009-07-29T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:21:11.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violin Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29th of July, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY OF THE &lt;strong&gt;VIOLIN EXAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm tottttaaaaaally scared I'll flunk this exam.&lt;br /&gt;I WENT OFF KEY!   AND I GOT LIKE, 2 SCALES WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone pray that I'll pass! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And uhhh, I only have a *slight* vibrato. Is it enough to satisfy the examiner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, lawl.&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Then a big feast.   +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feast to celebrate the after-exam feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me think of the exam again. I dread it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Skipping school HAS its benefits. xD&lt;br /&gt;Sitting through 8 periods of school is suuuch a bore, don't you agree? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6081568850036174248?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6081568850036174248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6081568850036174248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6081568850036174248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6081568850036174248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/07/violin-exam.html' title='Violin Exam'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-4515489480061482450</id><published>2009-07-29T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:13:20.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANTAL.</title><content type='html'>Yes, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHANTAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've your pretty name up.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;How'd you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHANTAL&lt;/span&gt; dear, here, brought me and a buncha other friends to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sunway Carnival Mall&lt;/span&gt; the other day to watch HP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I loooooooooooooove HP?&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the Influenza &lt;strong&gt;A H1N1&lt;/strong&gt;  IS &lt;strong&gt;IN BUKIT MERTAJAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh deeeeeeeeeeeear. Schools have been closed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I shall take good care of my health from today onwards. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-4515489480061482450?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/4515489480061482450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=4515489480061482450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4515489480061482450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4515489480061482450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/07/chantal.html' title='CHANTAL.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-464774221328041456</id><published>2009-07-27T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:06:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Warning: This post contains spoilers for the HP movie. So people who don't wanna know part of the story before they've seen the movie... Shoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Don't want you to blame me for spoilin' the surprises. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched HP today. Uuh, no offense to *other* HP fans.... but in *my* opinion, the book's waaaaaaaaaay better than the movie. Seriously. The movie was &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;cut &lt;/span&gt;in like, a gazillion places. And lotsa scenes that weren't from the book appeared in the movie. Like what the hell. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weasleys' lost their house? Where were they gonna live then.... :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A railway station from the beginning?  What happened to the clicky thingy - whatsitcalled again? Dumbledore's mechanism.. Uuh.. to suck off the lights? o.O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WHERE ARE THE BATTLES&lt;/span&gt;!   I want to see the battles between the Death Eaters and the good guys; and where was Dumbledore's tomb? :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And.... lotsa other nice scenes from the book. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt; described it better - and I kinda expected more - lots, lots more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eeeeek. No fair. I want more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two hours and a half are seeeeriously not enough for that awesome book. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe they shoulda like, split it in half like they did in Deathly Hallows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Half-Blood Prince's like my *second* favourite book, after Deathly Hallows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I expected the movie to be better - soooo much better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's kinda a disappointment.  *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I enjoyed it nontheless. I LOVE YOU, HARRY POTTER. :)  :)  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't really *that* bad, I haveta admit. Lol. Yeah, ignore some of the comments I made earlier above - I kinda already have half my mind changed. Hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ron was like, HILARIOUS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*scene from movie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*busy hallway with lotsa students*&lt;br /&gt;"Potter, come here."   said McGonagall.&lt;br /&gt;*Grins at hallway full of students with Ron by his side*&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, this can't be good," said Harry.&lt;br /&gt;*Walks over to McGonagall*&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Professor?"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing up here, Potter?"&lt;br /&gt;"Free period, Professor."&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to Potions today?"&lt;br /&gt;"My Potions grade isn't high enough for class, I'm afraid."&lt;br /&gt;"Professor Snape won't accept students with Exceeds Expectations in his NEWT class, but Professor Slughorn might be willing to, I think."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, now, off you go. And bring Weasley along. &lt;/em&gt;He looks way too happy over there&lt;em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;*Ron grinning happily at the students around."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LMAO. RON WAS SO REDICULOUSLY FUNNY IN THE MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;He's a toooootally good actor! Ruper Grint! Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, his role in the book's hilarious toooooo. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally - the movie I've been waiting for 2 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FINALLY. On screens.  Yaaaaay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;David Yates? Yeah. Not bad. Keep up the good work. Just next time... I don't want that more cuts!  Please. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, not bad a movie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*am currently waiting for Deathly Hallows, part I*&lt;br /&gt;Next year?  :o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-464774221328041456?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/464774221328041456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=464774221328041456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/464774221328041456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/464774221328041456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter!'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7700565015761458306</id><published>2009-07-23T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:40:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in soo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty much a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second class test of the year's over...&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can spend another day studying til 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love to be last minute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials are less than a month away now?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Goody. I think I shall start studying today.&lt;br /&gt;Exams're over - and I totally don't have the whole post-exam feeling like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. I'm scared to face the results tomorrow. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, Science.&lt;br /&gt;16 marks gone. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note...&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah. Harry Potter's out.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go watch? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, probably. Anyone's welcome. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly craving for a storybook.&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for today. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7700565015761458306?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7700565015761458306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7700565015761458306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7700565015761458306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7700565015761458306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-exam-thoughts.html' title='Post-exam thoughts.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-61000116120314730</id><published>2009-07-07T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:30:13.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Your Arms</title><content type='html'>There was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;new girl in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had it &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;all figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll state something rash&lt;br /&gt;She had the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you didn't expect that&lt;br /&gt;She made me &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;change my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes like a sunset, baby&lt;br /&gt;And legs that went on for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always reach when I'm thinking of words to say&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Make it seem like love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;way we play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me back into...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Into your arms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Into Your Arms - The Maine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Brilliant song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These verses.. describe you o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Ilysm. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-61000116120314730?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/61000116120314730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=61000116120314730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/61000116120314730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/61000116120314730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-was-new-girl-in-town-she-had-it.html' title='Into Your Arms'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-462500332053166412</id><published>2009-07-05T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:52:01.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;01 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你叫什么：Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的綽號：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;03 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的血型：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;04 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的星座：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pisces&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;05 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你是男還是女：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你幾歲：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;15&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;07 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你住哪裡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;: M'sia -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你現在的學校&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;JitSin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你有沒有手機&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;承上，那是多少：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Apa ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;朋&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; - 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你最要好的朋友（限１個）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;:  Miang :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你最討厭的人（限１個）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;: Ish. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; - 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你有沒有喜歡的人：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;如果没有，你希望什麼時候有另一半：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tomorrow. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;到目前為止，你跟多少人告白過：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;+___+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;到目前為止，你被多少人告白過:  ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;到目前為止，你交過多少個男／女朋友：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你現在有另一半嗎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;: ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你最好的同性朋友跟你告白你會怎樣：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oooo. I love you too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你初戀情人突然跟你告白你會接受嗎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;:D :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你為什麼會喜歡你現在喜歡的人：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Because... he's awesome? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你和另一半牽手過嗎：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的另一半抱或親過嗎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;: -.- no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你跟異性牽手過嗎：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;34 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;是誰，你們什麼關係：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Friends..... brother.... dad?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;35 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;現在有人在追你嗎：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tak tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;混&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;合&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; - 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;36 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;如果有天，好朋友離你而去，你會怎樣：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Breakdown and CRY - nah, no. I won't. Idk. :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;37 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;如果有天，好朋友背叛你，你會：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Curse him/her to the deepest pits of hell. !@&amp;amp;*#!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;38 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;如果有天，好朋友對你喜新厭舊了，你會：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dunnoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;39 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;如果你很受不了你的父母，你會離家出走吗？：Don't think so. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你上課認真嗎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ooh. Totally. ^---^  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;41 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你功課好不好：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Totalleeee awesomeee.&lt;/span&gt;   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你开电腦都在幹麻：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MSN. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;43 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的即时通有多少个同性&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;: Lazy count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;44 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的即時通裡有多少個異性&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;: Too many to count ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*please note the sarcasm. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;兇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; - 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;45 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;傳給你這份問卷的人是誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jiachyi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;46 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;这個人對你好不好：Not bad. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;47 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;這個人是你的誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Fwend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;48 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你有喜歡過這個人嗎：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Eeyer. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;49 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你們認識多久了：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;這個人是怎樣的人：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Gila. LOL. Siao + fei. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;51 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;這個人正／帥嗎：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So leng ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;52 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;這個人跟你有沒有在一起过：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh we areee together. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;53 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;萬一你喜歡這個人，你會怎麼办&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Er.. LOL. Date.. :D Heheheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[Jiachyi you sure think me siao]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;聯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; - 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;56 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到正妹你會想到誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dunno o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;57 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到帥哥你會想到誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alexander Ludwig!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;58 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到憨你會想到誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;59 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到痴你會想到誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hee. Jiachyi? Lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;60 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到暗戀你會想到誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;61 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到出去玩你會想到誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; JESSE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;62 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到聰明鬼你會想到誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;Ghostie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;63 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到傻子你會想到誰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;: Lol. Jiachyi again :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;64 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到笑點低你會想到誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JIACHYI!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;65 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;說到愛笑你會想到誰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; : Err.. tak tau o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;學&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;校&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; - 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;題。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;66 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的班導是誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mashi Maro.. whee.&lt;br /&gt;67 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的座位是第幾排第幾個：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Front row.. in front of the teacher's prying eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;68 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你最喜歡的老師是誰：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; -doesn't have a clue-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;70 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的英文好嗎：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I've been better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;71 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的體育好嗎：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;What do you think? +_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;72 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的数学好么：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sheets. Don't wanna elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;73 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你喜不喜歡你的校長：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The almost-Malay? Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;74 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的學校好看嗎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; : Ish. Am disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;75 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的班級是：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3A4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;76 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: PMingLiU;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你的班級在幾樓：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;4 - wewhoo. Exercise ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-462500332053166412?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/462500332053166412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=462500332053166412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/462500332053166412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/462500332053166412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-5142191053563850970</id><published>2009-07-03T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:53:18.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; are not alone,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; am here with&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Though &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re far away, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am here to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; are not alone,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; am here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Though &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;'re far apart, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re always in my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; heart.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm finally listening to Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;And I just love 2 songs of his:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Childhood&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Are Not Alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, MJ, we all miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday, and thus marks the end of another hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;I entered 3 quizzes this week.&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, I got the History one.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That was very unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;The prize was awesome; a document case plus some stationery plus Rm20 vouchers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo outta things to say lately. Explains the disappearance from this site for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, ta-ta. I'm off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilysm. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5142191053563850970?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5142191053563850970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5142191053563850970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5142191053563850970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5142191053563850970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/07/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes...'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-163070730117729473</id><published>2009-06-23T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:38:56.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumer's week</title><content type='html'>There's only&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; way,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt; say these&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; three&lt;/span&gt; words, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; you... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Plain White Tee's&lt;/span&gt;, I love you!  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I haven't blogged in days... and that is due to my laziness again.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. nothing reeeeeeeally interesting happened lately that's worth blogging for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. except.. nevermind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday today! And the we have our ummm, every-Tuesday assembly?&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Consumer's Week&lt;/span&gt; today. And they had the opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It was a booooooore. Yet, when the played the "Koperasi" song, the whooole school groaned. Lmao. I was like: Wth... they have a song ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+__+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*totally speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so everyone was veeery impatient.. and the assembly ended at 8:10.&lt;br /&gt;Don't haveta have Science class.. yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;Though, there's not much difference as the teacher rarely comes into class anyway. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so like I said... the beginning of Coorperation Week?&lt;br /&gt;The hall was practically transformed into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mini-market&lt;/span&gt;.. selling allll kinds of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing missing is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;foooood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think there was some last year. They just lacked that to reeally resemble a mini-market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty boring there actually.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since my pockets are dug clean from buying the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Tee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAT TEE. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The best one there is, I'd reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, nah, then again, I think there were better ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini-market. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Boring place. +_+&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the same as last year. Though, there were a few bags that I deem good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am too poor for it.. so.. oh well. I don't really need 'em anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I entered some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Geog&lt;/span&gt; competition. Yaaay.&lt;br /&gt;I just love Geog. Where to begin revising, thoooough? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I'ma go play a Geog game now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;"Revising"&lt;/span&gt;, don'tchaknow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-163070730117729473?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/163070730117729473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=163070730117729473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/163070730117729473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/163070730117729473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/consumers-week.html' title='Consumer&apos;s week'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2890628005604399804</id><published>2009-06-20T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:47:20.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd be here.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the stars watch out for you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts always. &lt;3   =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p/s: sorry 'bout the pics... something kinda backfired. &gt;.&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-2890628005604399804?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/2890628005604399804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=2890628005604399804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2890628005604399804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2890628005604399804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1314485317464789692</id><published>2009-06-17T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:02:06.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.</title><content type='html'>So here I am: staring at the blank screen, pondering on what to type in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll settle with: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;My results&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have a single freakin' 90+?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess this isn't the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm real disappointed in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; though... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a 90+!&lt;br /&gt;But well, I guess I don't have the hope of getting one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. KH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MY WORST FEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;WILL I FAIL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question hangs in mid-air.. suspended.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the answer... tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;shivers&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So.. so far.. I don't have any failures.. yet?&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; History&lt;/span&gt;.. I wonder how much I'll get.. o.o&lt;br /&gt;And.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;.. and.. that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KH&lt;/span&gt;.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck. I'm seriously scared and turning cold here.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um, yeah. I was too lazy to blog the few days back.&lt;br /&gt;I dunnooooooo. Exam's're freakin' me out.&lt;br /&gt;The next exam's starting on July 20th - or so I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly more than a month for me to cram stuff in. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And there're exams on August, September.. and finally.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much dreaded&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; PMR&lt;/span&gt;.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn. I'm seriously scared. I hope I don't get nightmares tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;...&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1314485317464789692?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1314485317464789692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1314485317464789692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1314485317464789692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1314485317464789692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/results.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-5441087128517183126</id><published>2009-06-14T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:00:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of mid-year hols.</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;^#(&lt;a href="mailto:$*^!@&amp;amp;*#^&amp;amp;*(@!^&amp;amp;$*%"&gt;$*^!@&amp;amp;*#^&amp;amp;*(@!^&amp;amp;$*%&lt;/a&gt;@#^(&amp;amp;*@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;SUNDAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that means... bye-bye holidays. :(&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of sleeep = gone, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall miss you dearly, bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol to be honest, I sleep til 12 every single day of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;One time.. 2. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uh, yeah. Holidays have been a bore...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a chance to go out on a holiday anyway, coz my parents're like, in China.. again.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times they go there a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, poor Eunice is stuck at home... staring at the monitor, day in, day out.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday routine: Wake up at 12 - brunch - online/tv - dinner - tuition [sometimes] - online/tv - bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, that is life...&lt;br /&gt;For a whole of &lt;em&gt;two weeks&lt;/em&gt;, after the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty boring really.&lt;br /&gt;And there are the days that I *couldn't* live at home. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;Again, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so uh, pre-school preparations..&lt;br /&gt;*I cut my hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I guess it's alright. I seriously needed a trim anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Coz my hair's like... soo really overgrown and thick.&lt;br /&gt;(If that's the right way to say it.)&lt;br /&gt;And the haircut turned out... not very short anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I am satisfied with my hair!  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except a teensy part where it kinda sticks up a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that some water won't fix - I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, everyone: Let's embrace the reopening of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sososososososososo dead.&lt;br /&gt;I shall reeeally need tonnes of good luck this time.  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5441087128517183126?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5441087128517183126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5441087128517183126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5441087128517183126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5441087128517183126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-of-mid-year-hols.html' title='Last day of mid-year hols.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2662265313956589079</id><published>2009-06-11T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:47:11.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Am at cousins'.&lt;br /&gt;House ain't safe for life forms at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask - long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sooo freakin' bored today.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't establish an internet connection the whoooole of today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to study.. .but uuh.. my body wouldn't obey my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I even brought my history textbook.. which is still safely tucked in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said.. laziness is an incurable disease.. if you don't have the right medicine, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the medicine ain't pleasant, I'd haveta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. So, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY have connection.. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it doesn't disconnect... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Outta things to say. Buhbye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-2662265313956589079?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/2662265313956589079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=2662265313956589079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2662265313956589079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2662265313956589079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1917156139898425824</id><published>2009-06-09T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:31:51.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Si1Gt_k5GlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eMqq_QEya7I/s1600-h/flats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Si1Gt_k5GlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eMqq_QEya7I/s400/flats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345006088732875346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ballerina flats.&lt;br /&gt;How I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Another outing today.&lt;br /&gt;Jusco. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Terminator Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Wewt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Si1HzvBthmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jWseBhIkyAo/s1600-h/terminator.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Si1HzvBthmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jWseBhIkyAo/s400/terminator.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345007286881191522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome movie. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I didn't watch the previous movie(s).&lt;br /&gt;At first I couldn't make head or tail of anything, lol.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually.. the story unfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;EPIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Wern see got road! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. And yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We bought her shoes. :D&lt;br /&gt;No nail polish cuz she already bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Saw Grannie there. :D&lt;br /&gt;And uhm, Jie Ywi - an old primary friend. o.o&lt;br /&gt;I got a shock when Mari said she saw her just now.&lt;br /&gt;She.. going to the mall.. with friends ?&lt;br /&gt;That is simply.. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual... I saw a buncha people from JSHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess came to my house earlier. Yay :)&lt;br /&gt;She had a lovely tour, didn'tya? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, my house IS definitely a bore, I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being arriving late at Jusco, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Blame my aunt. I dunno why she was that late. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkays. :)&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I had a photography session just now.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle got his big flashy camera with the uh, light thing.. just like in the studios to capture my photos! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so he snapped lotsa people's pictures.. and... their poses. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what those photos look like.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;Probably weird. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping... my clothes are seriously limited.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the money to.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1917156139898425824?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1917156139898425824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1917156139898425824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1917156139898425824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1917156139898425824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/outing.html' title='Outing.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Si1Gt_k5GlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eMqq_QEya7I/s72-c/flats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-4634559835003208811</id><published>2009-06-06T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:30:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lol. I was tagged by Joo Phin. Yay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Pure water :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Yesterday @ 2am. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Miang: "Monday go there eat?"&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: I'm Yours !  Jason Mrazzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried : Lol. The day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: Nada.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: Nopeee.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: Aye. :(&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: More than you can count...&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: Noo way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hawt Pink&lt;br /&gt;13. Pale Pink&lt;br /&gt;14. White. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS YEAR, 2009, HAVE YOU: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: Hehe, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Lolol. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: OmG LOL I can't count how many times I've did that this week alone.&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Yup!&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Nooo lool.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Friends' list as in MSN? Uuuh. 3/4, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: 1, 2, or 3, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: Nay.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Noo. My name rawkz! :D&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday?: Uhmmm, dinner at aunt's?&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: LOL 12:50pm. Sis and cousins dragged me outta bed. :(&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Hehe. Phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Monday? Lol. Jusco!&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: 2 days ago. She's outstation..&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Idk... make it better, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: Lol, the TV. It's showing some contest.&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: No, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: This effin' Internet connection.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Facebook? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: Eunice! Of course..&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: You be the judge. :P&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female: Female, duh.&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary?: SJK (C) Kim Sen&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School?: Jit Sin High.&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college?: I ain't fit for college yet.&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Jet Black. :D&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: Short... sadly.&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 155cm, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: ^.~ Maybe? :o&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: Everything! xD&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: Nada.&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: Nooope.&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: Righty, for the win. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: Omg noo.&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Wei Yee. :)&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Lol, ping pong?&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: When I was a weeeeee baby. ^.~&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: Idk, when I was little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: Had biscuits.. just now. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: Like I said, plain old water. :)&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: Play RS, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening: The whirring of the air condition.&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting: For you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids? : Uhuh. :P&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married? : Aye.&lt;br /&gt;66. Career? : A profession at something, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: Both!&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: Taller.&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: Younger. :)&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Both, ftw.&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms.. you have clothes covering your stomach, lol.&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: LmFao, No way.&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: No, no.&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: Yeah, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: No way, lol.&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: 'fink so?&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: I'm a law-abiding citizen. :)&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt; 84. Cried when someone died: Mm..&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: Yeah. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight:Yep.&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: 0mg Santa! Whereee are youuu? And, yeah! I believe in you! :D&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: Mmhmm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: NO. You hear me, NO!&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: Yeah, lolol.&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: NO! I repeat: NO. I. DON'T. CHEAT.&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: To start life all over again.&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: The day... it all went right.&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: Kindah.&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. At the end, you need to choose 15 people to be tagged and list their names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... whoever has read this, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;YOU'RE TAGGED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-4634559835003208811?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/4634559835003208811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=4634559835003208811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4634559835003208811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4634559835003208811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7545575059216672164</id><published>2009-06-05T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:10:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots..</title><content type='html'>Summertime.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I have a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;Love it!&lt;br /&gt;What do you all think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wasted 2 days sitting here all day.&lt;br /&gt;Whoopeedo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. And I still haven't started on the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; homework&lt;/span&gt; from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt; will I start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness is a hard to cure disease...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch some movies.. hm.&lt;br /&gt;But I need transport!&lt;br /&gt;No one's at home except for me and sis..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kiiiill&lt;/span&gt; youu.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7545575059216672164?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7545575059216672164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7545575059216672164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7545575059216672164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7545575059216672164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/dots.html' title='Dots..'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-4126358959109989894</id><published>2009-06-03T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:59:41.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays. The Start.</title><content type='html'>Am back from the course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol dang it.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed the whole way.. just like at school..&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there was the one guy who looked SO MUCH LIKE &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mr. Bean&lt;/span&gt; sitting in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to not laugh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end.. well.. I still did. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met lotsa people there. Hilarious, the bunch. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... what did I learn there?&lt;br /&gt;Well... stuff... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that I dunno how to explain. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;And it's the holidays. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start studying for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;PMR.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dang it. It's just sooo soon. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;4 more months, for the loose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMIGOD. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo scared.. but I *must* get 8As or I'll NEVER forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't going anywhere these hols.. cousin coming over to stay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And hmm, what else.. going out with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we have transport.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Alrighty. I don't have solid subject to talk about I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Seeyah =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-4126358959109989894?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/4126358959109989894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=4126358959109989894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4126358959109989894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4126358959109989894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-start.html' title='Holidays. The Start.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1040302208647014484</id><published>2009-05-31T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:04:53.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Yay. Mid term's're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;history.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Never to be repeated everrrr again!&lt;br /&gt;At least for this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm supposed to feel excited or something.. but well, in reality, I feel quite the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't feel sad, I mean, exams're over!&lt;br /&gt;One'd be a total &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt; to feel sad... jeesh.&lt;br /&gt;But well, we had KH and History the last day.. and it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to answer the questions.... *seriously* !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention I didn't sleep the night before that? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I stayed up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- time out --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I heart this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the Offsprings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on the radio right now!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- back in --  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't contain myself. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Chantal, Miang and Jesse and me&lt;/span&gt; went to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt; yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit.. they be hawt. Lolol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooooooo crowded and sticky yesterday, not to mention hot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and it was the first time I tasted &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Subway's &lt;/span&gt;sandwiches, too.&lt;br /&gt;After hearing a friend of mine from RS describing it to me when I was so so so hungry some time ago. Hahah. Evil friend, that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal and Jesse waited for me and Ming Wern to finish our sandwiches. Lolol. &lt;br /&gt;Yep so after that, we went to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;We went in at about... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8:45.&lt;/span&gt; And we waited... and we waited.. as the place gets more crowded with people.&lt;br /&gt;And it got hot.. and the crowd got restless... cheering for no apparent reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;Making me more and more excited every minute.&lt;br /&gt;... And getting a disappointment every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Tick tock, tick tock.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew. We got parched.&lt;br /&gt;Ming Wern and me went to KFC for a quick soda and some wedges.&lt;br /&gt;And the chose that time to come.&lt;br /&gt;How annoying can they get.. I glanced at my watch - wtf, it's 10pm.. -.-' &lt;br /&gt;*squeezes into the crowd after buying food* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot, hot, hot crowd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they sang a few songs - I haveta admit, they're good!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't really listen to Chinese songs.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert.. our group decided to just idle around Autocity.&lt;br /&gt;And when we entered the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Flea Market&lt;/span&gt;.. we saw... the most particular sight. o.O &lt;br /&gt;A guy in silver was just... posing there.. like an absolutely motionless statue.&lt;br /&gt;A crowd was gathered over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's so interesting about a statue? &lt;/span&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;Then I went closer.&lt;br /&gt;Someone said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that a real guy posing there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz he might look real..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He breathes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... he reacts after someone gives him money.. $$$&lt;br /&gt;Curious.. curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at him for a while*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually... we were reunited with Chantal. (she had gone away to see Fahrenheit again sometime ago)&lt;br /&gt;She stared too. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thennn... we walked around the Flea Market.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really to see there...&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back to the Silver Guy.&lt;br /&gt;He was still doing the same things as before..&lt;br /&gt;Simply. Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more minutes.. he got up. Everyone was like.. o_o &lt;br /&gt;He moves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he took a drink of water.. said bye, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;+_+&lt;br /&gt;What. the. hell. &lt;br /&gt;The crowd was.. dumbfounded.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked... westernish? o.o&lt;br /&gt;Can't really tell... 'cause he doesn't really look like he's from this part of the world. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- time out -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this song called? Sounds soo familiar. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wanna stand with you on the mountain, I wanna bathe with you in the sea.. I want to live a life... until the sky falls on me."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- back in -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew again. It was then time to head home...&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we were chilling at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Starbucks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Wern and me took some pictures. They were downright hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt; Hui Ting and Jesse refused to take any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  Evil them.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFxKRXEbHI/AAAAAAAAAME/RBZdtjGA3U0/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFxKRXEbHI/AAAAAAAAAME/RBZdtjGA3U0/s400/DSC01061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341675054310911090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFxKYTjQzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Mh0x41lGypc/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFxKYTjQzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Mh0x41lGypc/s400/DSC01062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341675056175203122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFyIENsotI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5xbF42n2Cn0/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFyIENsotI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5xbF42n2Cn0/s400/DSC01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341676115933831890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Ming Wern, behold: your nails.&lt;br /&gt;Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFyIfGNsFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/F94U1Fkp6i0/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFyIfGNsFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/F94U1Fkp6i0/s400/DSC01049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341676123150200914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. the other time when she came to my house to teach me Maths. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. 2 am. Dad forced me to go to a camp today..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, later today.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It's in Penang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days and 2 nights. HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what we'll do there. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Time for bed, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss youuuuu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I miss you soooo muuuch.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1040302208647014484?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1040302208647014484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1040302208647014484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1040302208647014484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1040302208647014484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-exam-thoughts.html' title='Post-exam thoughts.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SiFxKRXEbHI/AAAAAAAAAME/RBZdtjGA3U0/s72-c/DSC01061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-3012338713112931183</id><published>2009-05-24T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:46:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examzzzz.</title><content type='html'>I think I'ma die soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally noooh moood for exams.&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala and tomorrow's the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEESH I WANT TO BE AT THE TOP!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luuuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Ju and ermmmmm.... stupid BM novel to read later.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm so last minute. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyGod. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-3012338713112931183?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/3012338713112931183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=3012338713112931183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3012338713112931183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3012338713112931183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/examzzzz.html' title='Examzzzz.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-5576994493962170800</id><published>2009-05-18T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:34:56.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESS &lt;/span&gt;than a week to exams.&lt;br /&gt;And I've just wasted my afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so... I'M SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really regretted doing that.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Dental appointment tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;MINGWERN'S BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to studying. Hehehahahehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5576994493962170800?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5576994493962170800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5576994493962170800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5576994493962170800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5576994493962170800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/fears.html' title='Fears'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2323860916854403893</id><published>2009-05-17T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:40:48.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OHMYFREAKIN'GOODNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ONE WEEK 'TIL MID TERMS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;AND I HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN READING ON KH AND SCIENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OHMYGOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHMYGOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SAVE ME FROM THE HORROR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, the infamous H1N1 virus is in M'sia now?&lt;br /&gt;OMG AND IT'S IN PENANG.. island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG omg OMG omg.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, the patient's being quarantined in a hospital... and I *hope* those people who're with her're no where near BM. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okiesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like a total dufus right now. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Being scared like thiiiis when there's nothing *much* to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;Lalalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* time to go be a nerd before I fail something.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-2323860916854403893?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/2323860916854403893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=2323860916854403893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2323860916854403893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2323860916854403893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmyfreakingoodness.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-6152990134662399593</id><published>2009-05-16T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:16:08.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawtz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 16th of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yeah. I remember.&lt;br /&gt;A week left 'til mid-terms.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't made much progress in studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished Form 2 History, that means I still have 1 more chapter of Form 1 to cover.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;As laziness dawns upon me yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence... as she thinks of something interesting to blog about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's pretty boring nowadays. Nothing really interesting happening.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Causing the English teacher to having to face the dead class again.&lt;br /&gt;Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there're all those boring periods where time never can pass.&lt;br /&gt;For example, CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;And BM if the teacher doesn't tell jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Science.. and pretty much every period.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.. solemn.. class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Dugong. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's improving - that's the class.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the morning market again. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone screaming and yelling and talking when teacher's not in class.&lt;br /&gt;I heart free periods when no teachers attend class.&lt;br /&gt;Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm outta stuff to blog about. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure's starting to mount.. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save me from the horror!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6152990134662399593?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6152990134662399593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6152990134662399593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6152990134662399593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6152990134662399593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/dawtz.html' title='Dawtz....'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-3361325216105133947</id><published>2009-05-12T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:15:59.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Again for You. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yeah. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this song. And I don't know why. It's just.. amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've put it on repeat for at least 50 times now. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We the Kings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;, the vid's below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I couldn't sleep last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I walked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; On the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Where we always used to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; When we couldn't hook up at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I thought of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And the time we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jumped the fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Both sides ripped down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; We dove right in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And the cops chased us again&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;When you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; We had it all in front of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I was in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; But you always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; the one you lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I couldn't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; That's bad for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Make no apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm crushed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; But you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'd do it all again for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Today, dressed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; In designer drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Dedicated to the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'll always&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; The one who really messed me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I let you take the wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And the driver's seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Strapped in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; So you get the best of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Now what's left are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; We had it all in front of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I was in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; But you always hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; The one you lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I couldn't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; That's bad for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Make no apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm crushed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Black and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; But you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'd do it all again for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am standing in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ocean rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Rough and ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; For your deadly game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I've got nowhere else to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; We had it all in front of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I was in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; But you always hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; The one you lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I couldn't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; That's bad for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Make no apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm crushed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Black and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; But you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'd do it all again for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You know I'd do it all again for you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; (I swear I'd do it all again for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zber98xk7i8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zber98xk7i8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And here's something I found on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Imeem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; version. 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Just posted my uuuh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"How Well Do You Know Me"&lt;/span&gt; quiz in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Sure took me a while to think of what to put there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SHOULD BE STUDYING NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, look at what I'm doing now. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2 hours plus&lt;/span&gt; on the phone this afternoon... curse that damn phone.&lt;br /&gt;There's a problem with it, I think. Can't hear what the opposition's talking if you don't turn on the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;I want my old phone back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the phone call... I came down and sat here..&lt;br /&gt;... until now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Unmoving.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to move nowadays. Like at school today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we had the ermmm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ICAS &lt;/span&gt;Science exam.&lt;br /&gt;It totally caught me off guard.. A friend just told me that the exam'd be held today, at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;I was momentarily taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;Then uh, panicked. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was freakin' hard. I didn't know what it was blabbing about most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Waste of RM20?&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; today. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SHALL GO LOOK FOR YOU DURING RECESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;AND WE SHALL TALK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;AND I SHALL HAVE MY DEAR BASKIN ROBBINS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MUAHAHAHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams're in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Whee? -.-&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*   I'm seriously scared.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished Geog.. I think. Roughly.&lt;br /&gt;But I still have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;KH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Civics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; annnnnd! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;History.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booya. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-6852750487997039174?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/6852750487997039174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=6852750487997039174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6852750487997039174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/6852750487997039174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/jeesh.html' title='Jeesh.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-4040571383012710296</id><published>2009-05-10T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:45:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Reference from my Tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[the currently flooded one. :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;To her? To anyone else directly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That i know not of and therefore, cannot be the judge of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But what about me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Remember the day when I was announced lead, I told u and Jesse and everyone else to always be in the responsibility of tellin' us if either of u aint comin'?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, I sure didn't receive any phone calls at all that mornin', did i now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: georgia;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_6_msg_259"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Btw, i do sarcasm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In fact, I was framed the sarcasm king. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i am not going to use that on any of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Like i said. she is one person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i used to think like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;that i am not going to deny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;even if it means risking any position that i am in now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because a girl like you could have been GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;greater than anu other. remember, you chose to gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;chances are, you are goin' to end up super famous one day, either you are plannin' on writing a book or that u r already super rich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but don't you forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;we live in MALAYSIA!!!!!! not some bloody glorious countrys where wits and creativity counts, or impression, for that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;based on ur kk marks, i dont see a holder or something v bright in that, do u?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;when u do interviews, what be it on ur CV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;im not saying for thta sake of comin-by-force, but don't u see that we r all interdependent?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;name one day joophin gave u glances, chances r, uve only played under her 2 or 3 times, u say u r good, then what the hell r u frettin about?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;chances r, the u play super good in frnt of here, the how the hell can she shoot u glances??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i don't see how that fits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; u know, the first time i saw u, u were headin' to chinese tuition, something was pink on you, was it ur shirt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;was it the flush on ur face, u were late but pretty, you were smiling, joyous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the first impression u gave me: the pretty girl, not a weakling, must hv interesting thoughts, i bet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wasn't long until i found out tht u were my junior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;then i became ur second violin principal, the first conver we made was about 'one republic, we both liked the song stop n stare, didn't we?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;to tell the truth, i only remembered our encounter, then u read eldest, and one book of harry potter, wasn't long until i realize that every smile behind those eyes meant something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;everytime i tell you something, u gave me a good-natured smile, and that reminded sooo much of myself, the only difference is that i didn't act on what i thought, my thoughts remainded behind mt eyes and even further away frm my lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;anyway, i can even tell that you are bored, always. the nod you gave me, was that not the thing u did at the moment??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: georgia;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_6_msg_264"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;it was only natural, i bet it was hard for u to grow up with the friends who could never share the same thoughts as u. it was hard for me, at least i have a sis, i guess. but u never wanted to share, did u??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; i didn't. unless of course, with the really loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;even as u type in ur blog i bet what u really meant in ur mind, was far worse that was how it was with me. but what? i began to love our string. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the sisterhood, we should call it the string sisterhood, our form, we nvr had the slightest fit on each other, not ever. tell me, is it not better to prove your talents rather than hide it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;chances are what you create of, is it not?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;joophin is one girl, so is the others. but we combind. we are society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u can never make us not to judge, can u??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; the only way you can walk, my suggestion is u prove. thats all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and pray, do tell me, i know its sweeter to not-tell-then-blame-others-for-not-understanding, but pray, don't do that with me, i did nothing to "earn" treatment of that sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="chat_msg" id="chat_6_msg_265"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_time"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;with love.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I won't use sarcasm on this post.&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm kinda touched.&lt;br /&gt;I really am. How the heck did you manage to read my thoughts?  o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, there're still a few points that I'd like to give an explanation to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chat_message" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1. to her? to anyone else directly? that i know not of and therefore, cannot be the judge of. but what about me? remember the day when i was announced lead, i told u and jesse and everyone else to always be in the responsibility of tellin' us if either of u aint comin'??well, i sure did't recieve any phone calls at all that mornin', did i now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be honest, I forgot all about you wanting us to call you when we didn't wanna go to the activities. And I don't have either of your phone numbers, coz, well, I really didn't wanna bother. As for me not attending kk lately, well, you know the reason. I just don't feel like going. I just go whenever I feel like it. I guess that's definitely a no-no for you people.. as you've often said. Very often. And as for that Saturday - I did. Even though Jesse said she didn't wanna. But I overslept. And for some reason I regretted asking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her Majesty&lt;/span&gt; about the time. Because well, she was the only person available on MSN at that time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;2. we live in MALAYSIA!!!!!! not some bloody glorious countrys where wits and creativity counts, or impression, for that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;*sighs*  how I envy those people. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. name one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joophin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; gave u glances, chances r, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; only played under her 2 or 3 times, u say u r good, then what the hell r u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frettin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; about?? chances r, the u play super good in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; of here, the how the hell can she shoot u glances??i don't see how that fits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um well.. let's see... oo yeah. She shoots me glances almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of times. What I mean is, she shoots me glances &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just stop to breathe. Like I've said, I'm not a damned robot, and therefore, I need rest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;3. then i became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; second violin principal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;. The lovely memories. How could I ever forget. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;4. the only difference is that i didn't act on what i thought, my thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;remainded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; behind mt eyes and even further away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; my lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Yep. That we are different. I really can't stand bottling up my feelings. I'll just... explode, I think. The least I could do is just rant here... where, well, no one's to judge. Not many people, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;5. i bet it was hard for u to grow up with the friends who could never share the same thoughts as u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;True. They had different thoughts. None the same as I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. our form, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nvr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; had the slightest fit on each other, not ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I still don't know why. But the people in my form and I have been raging silent wars for ages now. Maybe since the start of Form 1? I just think they have some kinda grudge on me... and I have absolutely no idea why. Some, to be honest, I've never even talked to before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; well, I guess we just can't change that. I can't, and won't. And I don't want anyone to. It'll just turn out seriously awkward. Better leave it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. i can even tell that you are bored, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hahah. Are the letters B-O-R-E-D printed on my face that evidently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What's more - I cannot believe you still remember those little chats we had. "Stop and Stare" by OneRepublic? I even forgot about that song. How long had that been? And Eldest and Harry Potter. Wow. I just have the wee memory of that day when we played Scrabble at school during break. Was it just March that we played?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and I'm sorry. I DID use sarcasm. Couldn't help it. It's just so f***ing annoying sometimes thinking of some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'll prove. When the time comes. Right now - no. No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, yes. I did tell. I just told you everything I've thought. And this ends the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;O.o colourful post. A first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-4040571383012710296?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/4040571383012710296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=4040571383012710296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4040571383012710296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/4040571383012710296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah.html' title='Yeah.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1284589386162598970</id><published>2009-05-09T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:37:18.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Valentine. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soft&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;kiss &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;wine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pretty friend of mine.  =)&lt;br /&gt;we're &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;finally intertwined&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nervous&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;for the moment&lt;br /&gt;we will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alive.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Secret Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll write a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;that turns out the lights.&lt;br /&gt;When both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy and girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start suddenly shaking inside.&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;speed up your breathing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;close your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll hope it's not for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down,&lt;br /&gt;be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Talk,&lt;/span&gt; they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll be loving you &lt;/span&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Morning's&lt;/span&gt; first light,&lt;br /&gt;breaks tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Secret Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We'll&lt;/span&gt; write a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that turns out the lights.&lt;br /&gt;When both boy and girl,&lt;br /&gt;start suddenly shaking inside.&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;speed up your breathing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We'll hope it's not for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt; fills your head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brush off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rise up from the dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is the moment that we&lt;br /&gt;will come&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brace yourself&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; love,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 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period.. WTH lmao.&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher was like: "Tengok Eunice, ketawa-ketawa lagi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! It was thanks to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;neighbour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;We were learning about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;kerusi&lt;/span&gt; blahblahblah in chapter &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;About the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Perikatan&lt;/span&gt; and its &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Pilihanraya&lt;/span&gt; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought.. wth,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; kerusi&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before they had &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;kabinets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Cabinets and chairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;They my friend was like: What about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;meja&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Tables&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That set me off then.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed til the teacher was like&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I kinda think that this is the stuff that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Jiachyi'&lt;/span&gt;d say. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend made me laugh like an idiot during BM too.&lt;br /&gt;There was a word&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; pengecutan&lt;/span&gt;. And the teacher said something about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cars&lt;/span&gt;. And how cars're like family and husbands and kids. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mengecut nilai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my friend was like: "Kids can susut nilai one meh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL that, again, set me off. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN during&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; assembly&lt;/span&gt;, LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;They took a decade for a simple weekly assembly, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jia Ying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was like, sweating like maaad.&lt;br /&gt;Coz it was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; and stuffy and they kept calling us to get a step forwards coz the sun was hot behind.&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yu Xue&lt;/span&gt; was like, wanting to go to the ladies'.&lt;br /&gt;Complained a lot.&lt;br /&gt;LOL it was suuuch a funny site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel mean for laughing, though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time when the headmaster came up to the 4th floor, followed by some janitors.&lt;br /&gt;My class was situated right beside the boys' toilets, and some people were like:&lt;br /&gt;"why'd so many janitors come? Are they gonna like, have a meeting?"&lt;br /&gt;At the Gents'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, they carried the huuuge unused blackboard to the um, barrier or something.&lt;br /&gt;Barrier, fence, balcony? o.o&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;And they just.. threw it down &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; floors! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Some people said they'd heard a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Boom&lt;/span&gt; sound.&lt;br /&gt;My class cheered. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah to be honest, I did cheer too. Even clapped my hands. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesomeee.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I love&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Fridays and Thursdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coooooz. No chinese class, for the wiiin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. And I hate Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Double Chinese spoiling my mood early in the morning. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5304494586368573167?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5304494586368573167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5304494586368573167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5304494586368573167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5304494586368573167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/laughs-xd.html' title='Laughs. xD'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-501618663853410042</id><published>2009-05-09T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:32:59.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>Praises, huh. What a load of bullpoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; praises.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just camouflaged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teasing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me going to kk activities, I'll just go once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;Since, as her opinion goes, I'm only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background player to everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;So why, why bother going at all?&lt;br /&gt;Since I'll catch up in the end anyway...&lt;br /&gt;IF I ever diligent to practice under her nose again.&lt;br /&gt;And that depends on Jesse. I'm with her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt; all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-501618663853410042?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/501618663853410042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=501618663853410042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/501618663853410042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/501618663853410042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-8545852984208207021</id><published>2009-05-06T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:43:55.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLOL~!</title><content type='html'>I'm in a very good mood today. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And I've realized that most of my post nowadays're... either&lt;br /&gt;(a) annoyed, or&lt;br /&gt;(b) frustrated, or&lt;br /&gt;(c) mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... at something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so today... when I saw our English teacher walk to our class today... I was caught by a fit of laughter. And when the teacher was almost entering the class.. I was already laughing my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;She was like.. o_o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eunice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's laughing again. God GRACIOUS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL and I laughed through double period English.&lt;br /&gt;Earning glares and stares from the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;And at one point I even had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, can you please not look at me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns away to face the other side*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD to control myself from laughing when I see her face...&lt;br /&gt;coz I dunno! It's just so funny and makes me laugh... baaaad. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone in class must be like.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! So yeah. The teacher has been asking me why I'm laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;She's always like: "Is it my hair?"   *grabs a strip of it*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Noooo!"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Then what?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs like mad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, one could say that I'm absolutely NUTS. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pondered why I kept laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;And eventually..&lt;br /&gt;I kinda found out that she looked like a ccartoon character..&lt;br /&gt;(which I hadn't told her, and will tomorrow! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SgHKrG5YS0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/k5umNxSNEjI/s1600-h/ursula+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SgHKrG5YS0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/k5umNxSNEjI/s400/ursula+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766275717843778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SgHKrYUEhfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/U7IXQTo32W0/s1600-h/ursula.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SgHKrYUEhfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/U7IXQTo32W0/s400/ursula.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766280393197042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LmFao yes. She does kinda resemble this. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The octopus lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My imagination is absolutely nuuuuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be worse, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;Double BM and a single period of English, for the loose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hopes I can control myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I also go nuts during BM period. The teacher's a riot! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition today. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Jiachyi and everyone else thought I was cuckoo.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, laughing for a good 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher even gave me the: -.-""""""" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I admit. I haven't laughed like this in ages.&lt;br /&gt;Not since Primary 6.. when.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;That time.. I had it bad..&lt;br /&gt;I just had to step inside the classroom of tuition and laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Earning again, the same stares as this: 0_0   and -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheheheheheee.&lt;br /&gt;*forces myself to stop* LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-8545852984208207021?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/8545852984208207021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=8545852984208207021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8545852984208207021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8545852984208207021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/lolol.html' title='LOLOL~!'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SgHKrG5YS0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/k5umNxSNEjI/s72-c/ursula+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-5731411480208606917</id><published>2009-05-04T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:43:47.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;and yeaa. before i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She promised. well not exactly promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she said. she'll come to activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;andddd. for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;some REASON&lt;/span&gt;. bullshit. =X she didn't. ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't know why. but im getting kinda sick. her s2pid tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh well. conductor said. she's just for&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; BACKUP&lt;/span&gt;. blablas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think. she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hopeless.&lt;/span&gt; im ok with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;coz now i'll have less one person to worry with. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but it doesn't mean i gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she's welcome to join us back anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;GENErous &lt;/span&gt;xDDD&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Duh, yes, I know that you're referring to me, as per usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me just correct some stuff from above, elaborate it, and add some comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"and yeaa. before i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I forgot&lt;/span&gt;? Hah. Bad grammar, for the loose? Try correcting your grammar, honey, it might please more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"She promised. well not exactly promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Who said I promised? I so DID &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; promise. I just mentioned that I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WANNA&lt;/span&gt; go, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; give a guarantee. And she took it as a promise?!          *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;some REASON&lt;/span&gt;. bullshit. =X she didn't. ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;, huh. Yeah, I do have a valid reason, unfortunately. Yeah but my fortune's so crappy these days. And to you, my reason might &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be valid. Whatever. It's still a reason. If you wanna believe it, go ahead. If you don't wanna, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care&lt;/span&gt;. I'm standing my ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"i don't know why. but im getting kinda sick. her s2pid tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sick&lt;/span&gt;? Sick of what? My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; tales?&lt;br /&gt;Again, unfortunately for you, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tales&lt;/span&gt;, as you so put it, are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ALARM CLOCK DIDN'T RING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whose fault is that? Mine?&lt;br /&gt;I DID set the alarm clock, you know.&lt;br /&gt;To hell with it. It's the clock, not me.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to go anyway. You don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you. You'd say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why didn't your parents wake you up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't there anyone else at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, my family, unlike yours, do not favour waking up early. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only early bird that lives in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck, my mom's reluctant to fetch me there in the morning too.&lt;br /&gt;I had to beg her the night before. But like I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the alarm clock didn't ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her wish and had her sweet dreams. At least some of us're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I don't hear you saying anything about the other people who don't go to activities?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one of them who wanted to go, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only idiot among them who wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"she's just for&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; BACKUP&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Backup, huh? So I was only for backup, always? In the past, present and future?&lt;br /&gt;Well! That gives me another reason to halt my kk activities.&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Backups&lt;/span&gt; don't need to go very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; im ok with it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Lol, yeah. I do admit I'm hopeless, at one point.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; push me to do what I don't wanna. You'll just end up seeing the bad side of me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a limit. And when I stop, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;. I might continue, when you give me at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a few minutes to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your puppet, I have a brain. And I have the liberty to choose what I wanna do. Yeah I know you've got the authority to stop me. And I'll listen. If you give me what I want: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a few breaks to catch my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some people around here, I cannot tolerate 4 hours or more of continuous mindless zombie-like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;practicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, I'm already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; my best here to control. Control. Control.&lt;br /&gt;I remember during the olden days when I just stood up and left. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's different, you know. Not everyone can be forced to do that.&lt;br /&gt;You'll just end up pushing them too hard and eventually... they might leave.&lt;br /&gt;As for those people who absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; practicing, I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;They can carry on, as long as they're HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"coz now i'll have less one person to worry with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Worry, about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I'm so touched. Boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"but it doesn't mean i gave up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Yeah we all freakin' know that you've an underlying sense of determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"she's welcome to join us back anytime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Oh really. And when I do, I'll bet you'll fix me with glares and stares and who-knows-what-else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;GENErous &lt;/span&gt;xDDD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; HOW sarcastic. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, we're done until the mid-year hols?&lt;br /&gt;Fat chance you'll see me then. Since I'm only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have fun with your suckfest orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Curse as much as you like on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being HONEST, giving my personal OPINIONS.&lt;br /&gt;And FYI again, everyone's opinions differ. You absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; say that they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I hate bottling up emotions. Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5731411480208606917?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5731411480208606917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5731411480208606917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5731411480208606917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5731411480208606917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/ffs.html' title='FFs'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1116933950987936813</id><published>2009-05-03T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:16:05.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee.</title><content type='html'>Lol. So just now I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Popular&lt;/span&gt; for a stroll after dinner. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and when I turned into the rows and rows of books... I inevitably sawww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sf2zVrkcuhI/AAAAAAAAALk/YDRP5iuF6Mg/s1600-h/03052009789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sf2zVrkcuhI/AAAAAAAAALk/YDRP5iuF6Mg/s400/03052009789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331614718930762258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Soup for the Soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA yeah. English class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raguna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; just reminded me during tuition on Wednesday.. else I'll totally have forgotten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sf2zV8Nl6gI/AAAAAAAAALs/Y46ZaZH2avs/s1600-h/03052009788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sf2zV8Nl6gI/AAAAAAAAALs/Y46ZaZH2avs/s400/03052009788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331614723398298114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so today I was finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rajin&lt;/span&gt; enough to upload my pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanity&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Please ignore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sf2zVeoP9RI/AAAAAAAAALc/EoE1R03sC7U/s1600-h/16042009733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sf2zVeoP9RI/AAAAAAAAALc/EoE1R03sC7U/s400/16042009733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331614715457041682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1116933950987936813?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1116933950987936813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1116933950987936813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1116933950987936813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1116933950987936813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/whee.html' title='Whee.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sf2zVrkcuhI/AAAAAAAAALk/YDRP5iuF6Mg/s72-c/03052009789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-9037765059384110858</id><published>2009-05-02T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:23:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heheeee. =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; of all, I'd like to sincerely apologize for all the extremely vulgar words that I've inserted into my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*teacher tangent rant averted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol so I was up til 3am last night.. thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt;. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I thought I did set my alarm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning it didn't ring.. Wewhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I woke with a start hours later.. with sunlight streaming through the curtains.. and thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch.. WTH IT'S 8AM??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*panics for a while... then continues sleeping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Yeah. I'm bad. Bad bad bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;Boohoohoo. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And the only day I wanted to go to KK.. THIS happens.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh well. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYSH. I remembered the dream(s) when I was asleep after finding out I was laaate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... nevermind. They're not worth elaborating. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookiesh. I'm done. And I'm still waiting. WHERE THE HECK, ARE YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-9037765059384110858?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/9037765059384110858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=9037765059384110858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/9037765059384110858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/9037765059384110858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/05/heheeee.html' title='Heheeee. =.='/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2611006017833417384</id><published>2009-04-30T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:43:28.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her. Ewh.</title><content type='html'>THAT &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vaaaain, sucking, shitting, ugly, old, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could just PUNCH her there and then.&lt;br /&gt;How annoying she was.&lt;br /&gt;HOW STUCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alllll thaaaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just strolled into the class  1 period late, eyebrows knitting and all, and dumped her things on the table, and just stood there, put her hands on her hips... making herself seem like she's like SOME KINDA BIG BOSS, with the authority and all that, and is in some kinda deep pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sfh9A0-eEmI/AAAAAAAAALE/BXGo0u0iXhg/s1600-h/hands+on+hips.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sfh9A0-eEmI/AAAAAAAAALE/BXGo0u0iXhg/s400/hands+on+hips.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330147612167115362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the person in the picture is A ZILLION times more attractive than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she began her oh-so-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt; speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was as quiet.. as a graveyard. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she droned on. Hands still on hips. All smuuuuug and sickly irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I had to look away to prevent Her Ugliness from burning my eyessss and maybe my face.&lt;br /&gt;She's ugly. Goddamn. -.-&lt;br /&gt;AND VAIN. AND FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I've heard from you people that you say I send people to the decipline room often. And you know what? &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was a decipline teacher once. 6 years. Before you people came. If your uniform isn't neat enough, or your hair's over-long, or your nails, naturally,&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ll just tell you so that you could fix them. But I quit. 3 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;I WANTED TO HAVE A BETTER RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU STUDENTS. (I almost choked and gasped in horror.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you think it's that easy to wanna transfer schools? I've tried, years ago. But I didn't get the transfer.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You can either choose between me teaching you the textbook or extra work.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'And I have only 90 sen for each of you left, so if you don't want extra papers, I can just return this money to you and we can resume learning from the textbook.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You know, I'm defying the Education Minstry's laws by not teaching you the textbook. So if you want, I can just teach from the textbook, and that'll save me lots of work.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I know you hate me, and I hate you too. So I'll just pretend you're not here.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effin' freak.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that was 1/10 of her speech, and I translated it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;She said that using her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-suhhweeeeet&lt;/span&gt; voice.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweeet&lt;/span&gt; voice that's making the whole world puke by just listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I remember so much. I just dunno. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Stupid teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; she was silent.&lt;br /&gt;Just sat there looking all smug and proud of herself for giving us a damned speech, writing her stuuuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like I care.&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there, and pulled out my KH lakaran to finish drawing, ignoring her completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;DO TEACHERS HAVETA HAVE SUCH BIG MOUTHS ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Geog teacher ratted out on us... and told her that our class thought her as "xiao qi".&lt;br /&gt;=.=.=.="&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the Chinese teacher was even more furious. After hearing that, she just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"dropped her idea of wanting to forgive us".&lt;/span&gt; As if she'd planned to do it in the first place. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN THAT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. As if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; forgive you anyway if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; forgive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. She got my name wrong.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; For F's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yi Chun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the class's hating me for writing so fast. -.-&lt;br /&gt;What could I do?&lt;br /&gt;She was shooting away like a bullet train, and I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; couldn't not&lt;/span&gt; write fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So here's my conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We hate you, and you hate us too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shoo. Rot in the deepest pits of hell, I don't care. So won't the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good riddance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-2611006017833417384?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/2611006017833417384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=2611006017833417384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2611006017833417384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2611006017833417384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/her-ewh.html' title='Her. Ewh.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sfh9A0-eEmI/AAAAAAAAALE/BXGo0u0iXhg/s72-c/hands+on+hips.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-2077973069690548805</id><published>2009-04-28T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:36:54.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effin' Chinese Teacher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt; I hate her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were doing our essay presentation yeah. And we were copying down the ummm, rangka, yeah. And she was aaaalways making mistakes while reading out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, some people got annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what she did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some people just got so fed up and threw their correction tapes (loudly, but not loud enough for me to hear, but enough for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to.)&lt;br /&gt;Some even yelled. I think. So they said.&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy controlling myself to not hit the table to notice.. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F her azz.&lt;br /&gt;Damn old hag. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;After reading the final paragraph... she just packed her bags and stalked off, outta the class.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about hot-tempered. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly old haaaag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her! -.-&lt;br /&gt;She she she is sooo.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so getting a B for Chinese this year.&lt;br /&gt;Sheet her. And it'll be allll her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she'll come into class tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao. Gonna be interesting if she doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-2077973069690548805?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/2077973069690548805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=2077973069690548805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2077973069690548805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/2077973069690548805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/effin-chinese-teacher.html' title='Effin&apos; Chinese Teacher.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-8799458138286988887</id><published>2009-04-22T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:48:51.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omigosh LOL don't let me see MW's picture again - else I'll go nuts like yesterday. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I was like thinking of the picture again during recess and I laughed like MAD. Seriously! LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy hurt afterwards, lmao. For 1 period. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;OMG hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN CAN FINALLY BE USED ON THIS COMPUTER!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo happy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiesh. I'm done now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-8799458138286988887?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/8799458138286988887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=8799458138286988887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8799458138286988887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8799458138286988887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/omigosh-lol-dont-let-me-see-mws-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-1060665670201507564</id><published>2009-04-20T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:42:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Hours Out.</title><content type='html'>I saw you today&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Jiachyi.&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Starview.&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;Whatdaya know.&lt;br /&gt;My mom knows your dad. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like a little kid who was happily accepted to a treat on her way back. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I bought&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The pirated one, of courseeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. The stupid CD shop ripped me off...&lt;br /&gt;RM 7 for a CD which holds a programme with 1.3GB. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Idk what to use it for.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just let it sit there.&lt;br /&gt;Waste of RM7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one.. the RM12 one. Yeah. It's better. It works, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I've already installed it. Gonna borrow it to a friend tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't conduct another round of spotcheck and confiscate it. OmG. What'll I do then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Almost 1 am now. Well, nighties. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-1060665670201507564?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/1060665670201507564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=1060665670201507564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1060665670201507564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/1060665670201507564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-hours-out.html' title='Few Hours Out.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-5584587639597816741</id><published>2009-04-17T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:28:31.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screenies! :o</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I have absolutely &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;no clue&lt;/span&gt; of who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o.o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's freaky, in a way, to know that some other people, or rather, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; DO read it.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I try to keep this private.. so I think I've never advertised it before in my PM. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep so uh, I'm supposed to be doing the &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 Easter event&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right now on RS. And I've heard that you need to empty your inventory.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sub-accounts' inventories are full of junk. Help meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to play RS. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MSN still won't work.. God knows why. I can't even uninstall/install the programme now. Windows just keeps saying it's in there, but it isn't. So I guess, maybe, that it's in.. suspension? Lol. Perhaps. It's getting annoying, though. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I found some old pictures in the backup files place the other day while searching for the missing messenger thingies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJlGGuKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7gFMh1JXx_A/s1600-h/weird+screen+shot.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656257523529890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJlGGuKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7gFMh1JXx_A/s400/weird+screen+shot.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL this screenie was taken.. ages ago. When I was actually a higher level than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ice the Narb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJe85OAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9rZDXYbVgEI/s1600-h/white+x%27,mas.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656255874283522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJe85OAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9rZDXYbVgEI/s400/white+x%27,mas.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; X'mas... 2007? :o Aaaages ago. When ML still played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJQAIg2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Owp9fn_FQSU/s1600-h/cwa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656251861336930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJQAIg2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Owp9fn_FQSU/s400/cwa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;clanwars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! With a buncha old friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJEDBzII/AAAAAAAAAJM/mP3nKqEm1AA/s1600-h/bunnie+viv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656248652254338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJEDBzII/AAAAAAAAAJM/mP3nKqEm1AA/s400/bunnie+viv.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter... 07/08? :o... I lost track of time. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJEdLz4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/La8ogyh8Srs/s1600-h/89+days..+okie+lol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656248761962370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJEdLz4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/La8ogyh8Srs/s400/89+days..+okie+lol.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't played in 89 days. :D My best was 111 or 112 or more. Idk where that screenie went either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLcJLS1OI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CDPMMqPU6rI/s1600-h/level+90+woodcutting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659874981500130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLcJLS1OI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CDPMMqPU6rI/s400/level+90+woodcutting.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wooooooodcutting &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLcJqtzsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jqAabFlDP4k/s1600-h/lvl+91+woodcutting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659875113291458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLcJqtzsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jqAabFlDP4k/s400/lvl+91+woodcutting.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wooooodcutting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D 1000 total, ftw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLb9LXSZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cWlhESJ7qyA/s1600-h/94+wc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659871760566674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLb9LXSZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cWlhESJ7qyA/s400/94+wc.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .... wooooodcutting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;94!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Idk where 92 and 93 went)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLbpWR_TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s-grz7lt7Ss/s1600-h/999+total.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659866437647666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLbpWR_TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s-grz7lt7Ss/s400/999+total.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and a nice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; total.. during X'mas '07 or something. When I was in Singapore or back from it.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least.... LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLbvVDl7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6Tqjg6SfMDU/s1600-h/lmao2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659868043122610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiLbvVDl7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6Tqjg6SfMDU/s400/lmao2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LMAO ICE. Your reaction. LOLOL. It was midnight then. Hahaha! I still clearly recall. I laughed so hard then. Omg. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiPB-Y6AtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5c810K1wf6I/s1600-h/lmao1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325663823455716050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiPB-Y6AtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5c810K1wf6I/s400/lmao1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Continuing from above. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... There're more. Tonnes of screenies. I'm just not gonna post them &lt;em&gt;alllll &lt;/em&gt;here. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ookay. I am &lt;em&gt;guai&lt;/em&gt;. I am going to attend practice tomorrow. Therefore I'mma sleep now. Before I doze off like I did in BM class today. Curse you.. you darn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;braaat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-5584587639597816741?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/5584587639597816741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=5584587639597816741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5584587639597816741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/5584587639597816741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/screenies-o.html' title='Screenies! :o'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SeiIJlGGuKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7gFMh1JXx_A/s72-c/weird+screen+shot.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-44718594461150630</id><published>2009-04-16T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:08:54.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotcheck. -.-</title><content type='html'>"Wait, I go laugh"&lt;br /&gt;"Brb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a moment later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa, so funny.&lt;br /&gt;I am so successful in making some people laugh like maniacs 3 times in a day.&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weeks just fly. Omg. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious! Last it was just Sunday and now it's Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;=.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to mid-terms, for the loose.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. The time in class flies, wth.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to count the minutes anymore... Okay.. so maybe sometimes I still haveta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! We had a Spotcheck today.&lt;br /&gt;Though it was reeeally brief - maybe 5 to 10 minutes.. but wow. It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having BM class - teacher was teaching the Novel.&lt;br /&gt;And well, suddenly I saw Wang Xiao Kang walking outside.. here and there.. so I was like.. "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Then uh, Ali was walking outside too - then suddenly, he just knocked on the door and said "sorry for bothering, sorry"&lt;br /&gt;Then - omg. It hit me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spotcheck&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;CRUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a buncha prefects poured in and they asked the guys to shinny outside of the class and the girls to stand up front, backs against the blackboard.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I was scared - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;though I didn't bring anyyy stuff that I'm not supposed to bring. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guai one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so they checked everything, confiscated everything, and let us gawk helpless there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hair got freakin' cut again&lt;/span&gt;.. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;Curse you decipline teachers. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it's not really long... they just had oh-so-itchy hands and couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep so my friend's David Artuleta's pictureee from the newspaper got confiscated!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... and the Prince Williams one, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some hand-drawn sketches and pictures tooo.. from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. the prefects flooded out as abruptly as they slided in.&lt;br /&gt;And .. it was over..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They flocked to the other classes, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;A3, A2, A1.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they just had the spotcheck yesterday! Cuz some people brought ... condams? +_+!!&lt;br /&gt;I never suspected that they'd check again today.. wth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's over, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my magazine's still here.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-44718594461150630?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/44718594461150630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=44718594461150630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/44718594461150630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/44718594461150630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/spotcheck.html' title='Spotcheck. -.-'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7615138337613163651</id><published>2009-04-14T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:15:52.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh.</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday night already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hellllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.. going.. to.. the.. activities.. tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;This is becausee.. I.. am guai. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they want me to write some freakin' sorry speech thingy?&lt;br /&gt;Err.. what have I done now. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORAL TEST TOMORROWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;I.. am.. scahred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No preparations, for the loose.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'mma have ter bully my sis and get her to be my audience eeearly tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesssss. I am eevil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivid dreams lately. Vivid dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someee of them will come truee.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished the Twilight series. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalah. Now I want the movie. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marissa&lt;/span&gt; you're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Bella's lullaby's nice after all?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jeeeeesh. It's so niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to play it noooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lullaby numbah one: The original&lt;br /&gt;Numbah two: Lake Erie Rainfall&lt;br /&gt;Numbah three: River flows in youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL there's a Youtube video with a guy playing.&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS LIKE A CLASSMATE OF MINE LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!!!!! He does! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrn5hVeou70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sorry for the dragging vowels above. Just can't help it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you tooo, song! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnighty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7615138337613163651?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7615138337613163651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7615138337613163651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7615138337613163651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7615138337613163651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/oooh.html' title='Oooh.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-8933753530429640340</id><published>2009-04-10T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:50:34.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up the week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9pGCYeCxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CYI8P6fyZ8Q/s1600-h/placebeyondtime.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9pGCYeCxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CYI8P6fyZ8Q/s400/placebeyondtime.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323088837014850322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Wow. Another school week's passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time doesn't just fly, it zooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And he's aaaalways disconnecting AND replying slow. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder what he's doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B0redom killz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport's day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T NEED TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;WEWHOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we have to be thankful that our school compound just can't accommodate more than three thousand pupils, plus teachers, and parents.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and what's more - tomorrow's one of the replacement schooldays.&lt;br /&gt;ONE BONUS DAY OFF, FOR THE WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be looking forward to Monday like I did last week.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. And thus this week just zooooooomed. I don't really want it to end, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; other&lt;/span&gt; violin, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;It's a real beauty. &lt;3 src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-8933753530429640340?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/8933753530429640340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=8933753530429640340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8933753530429640340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/8933753530429640340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/summing-up-week.html' title='Summing up the week.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9pGCYeCxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CYI8P6fyZ8Q/s72-c/placebeyondtime.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-3081890006686266080</id><published>2009-04-10T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:51:09.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVwY5doI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hyrWMqJ20DE/s1600-h/05042009681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVwY5doI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hyrWMqJ20DE/s400/05042009681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323074813411554946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVuX03pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gAjfbaWZUdw/s1600-h/05042009675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVuX03pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gAjfbaWZUdw/s400/05042009675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323074812870188690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVaVah_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/cq62LBjbeg0/s1600-h/05042009680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVaVah_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/cq62LBjbeg0/s400/05042009680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323074807491364850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVQ-SSZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bzZbTeZyYF4/s1600-h/05042009673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVQ-SSZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bzZbTeZyYF4/s400/05042009673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323074804978436498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmm. My colour pencils! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how much one can find by poking around the store room.&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rojak&lt;/span&gt; brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's lucky my dad hasn't seen these colour pencils... yet.&lt;br /&gt;Coz the other day she just bought a new one, lolol.&lt;br /&gt;The uh, Luna one. As shown in the picha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-3081890006686266080?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/3081890006686266080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=3081890006686266080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3081890006686266080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3081890006686266080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/colours.html' title='Colours :)'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/Sd9cVwY5doI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hyrWMqJ20DE/s72-c/05042009681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-3249584173074853262</id><published>2009-04-08T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:07:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm being ignored again.&lt;br /&gt;Cahrap. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the whooooooole class doesn't think I exist or something.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's back to reading History books again?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a very thick story book.&lt;br /&gt;Drown out the squabblings of the eeeediotic people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse this freakin' class.&lt;br /&gt;How I regret not paying attention to the Math teacher last year.&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-3249584173074853262?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/3249584173074853262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=3249584173074853262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3249584173074853262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3249584173074853262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-being-ignored-again.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-7610910429254863907</id><published>2009-04-05T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:26:13.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Meh. I love Bella's Lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so one of them, at least.&lt;br /&gt;They're just so many versions of it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Erie Rainfall - my loveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories linger in some songs - and maybe, some scents too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's what I love about music.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you listen to something repeatedly, until it gets stuck in your head while you're doing something, and in a few months or other, when you listen to it again, you'll remember the beauty of the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanni in particular, stores lots of memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's Sunday again.&lt;br /&gt;Times just flies.&lt;br /&gt;It happens every year, I've discovered;&lt;br /&gt;After January, the times just slips by without you even knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;It's April now, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April? That means 3 more months 'til my violin exam. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not prepared!&lt;br /&gt;The scales? Dang. They're just soo hard.&lt;br /&gt;The exam pieces? I can't even vibrate yet. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sight reading? Urgh. The last time I too my exam, I coulda got a distinction, if not for this accursed thing.. I failed it, thus I only got a stupid merit. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm not taking any exams for the piano these year, else I might blow.&lt;br /&gt;Piano exams plus violin exams plus PMR?&lt;br /&gt;Enough to make someone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's that unfortunate?  *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violin.. wow. I'm so darn scared.&lt;br /&gt;In school yeah, they gave us the scores, of the Emperor Waltz?&lt;br /&gt;It's more or less ten pages long. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And I overheard the head of the firsts' that we're gonna be performing 12 songs next year in the concert.&lt;br /&gt;12?!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity.   Don't blame me if my neck gets crooked after the concert. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Today. I was cleaning up my ever-messy study room and computer room,&lt;br /&gt;And there were these pencils that seriously needed sharpening.&lt;br /&gt;And the pens. They needed sorting. Some just lost their heads, while some ran outta ink.&lt;br /&gt;The pens and pencils, they just appeared from nowhere. Anywhere I look, there'll be either a pen or a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;Meh. In the end.. I ended up with too many pens and pencils and colour pencils (especially) and had to hide them from my dad. In case he gets a heartattack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the pictures some time. ^.~&lt;br /&gt;Coz well, my cell's dead. And I think it needs batteries for connecting to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Also the book checking day.&lt;br /&gt;One more day nearer to PMR.&lt;br /&gt;(sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a buncha songs to learn on the piano. I just hope I can get them in time.&lt;br /&gt;There're like, four songs, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Plus my Lake Erie Rainfall song. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. I'mma stop here. I just hope I'll have the courage tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-7610910429254863907?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/7610910429254863907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=7610910429254863907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7610910429254863907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/7610910429254863907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-4164001308919639575</id><published>2009-04-04T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:46:15.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I Miss You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I Miss You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I Miss You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I Miss You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I Miss You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Come Online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Come Online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Come Online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Come Online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Come Online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Come Online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Come Online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Come Online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll be waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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My hair.</title><content type='html'>YAY, 101th post. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freakinnnnnn' boredddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dots*&lt;br /&gt;*dots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping... yet... I don't. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I came here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;Today - a record is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair got cut by the stupid freakin' decipline teachaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like.. insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't blame them for cutting my hair cuz I think it's pretty long anyway;&lt;br /&gt;but the point is! They cut likeee.. maaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;Machines more like. Snip, snip, snip.&lt;br /&gt;Hair goneeee. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind!&lt;br /&gt;It saves me a trip to the hairdresser's! Heeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Free trimming service.&lt;br /&gt;For other people.. well.. it didn't work so well, I guess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BORED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to be happy? &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; or sing or dance for no reason at all!&lt;br /&gt;3. be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's what I heard from their oral presentations today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laugh for no reason&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Ming Wern's picture did that to me lololololol&lt;br /&gt;The one with the hat. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3it. And the glasses. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The 3famouspics of Ming Wern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, those days.&lt;br /&gt;How I miss 'em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Something's bugging me right now,&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I just want this feeling to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm blogging with my mobile right now lol. Not fun, I can't see what the heck I'm typing. &lt;br /&gt;Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma blog later - when I have control of the comp. Right now, i'm gonna just suhleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-3292866480693309928?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/3292866480693309928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=3292866480693309928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3292866480693309928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/3292866480693309928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/meh-my-hair.html' title='Meh. My hair.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVZL9LmDF9k/SvWHTCeD9uI/AAAAAAAAASo/1N0Km9CPtq0/S220/DSC02226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298622295059441621.post-344782785279586287</id><published>2009-04-01T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:41:05.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Rants.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Disgusting things - stay out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's April the first. And what day is it?&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL Fool's, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t not really the best April Fool's I had.. 'cause I forgot alll about it this morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remembered during... the first period of class?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very good time to trick people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in the paper today.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;They were hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Dipping ketchup on someone's hand and using a feather to tickle her nose when she's sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;That person would be extremely surprised when she wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'ve finished Eclipse..&lt;br /&gt;Someone borrow me Breaking Dawn. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Marissa's a tortoise - reads sooo slooooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Chantal'd borrow me?&lt;br /&gt;She has the whole set. All brand new - unread. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella and Edward are getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, and that is just way freakay.&lt;br /&gt;Though I wanna see Jacob's reaction. Probably anger.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. This series is thrilling - but waaaaay too mushy for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*makes a face*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emind me to never read mushy love novels ever again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But well, I guess I wiiiill read them eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess ain't talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;And leave this forsaken town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss youu.&lt;br /&gt;Come back! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new table.&lt;br /&gt;Most people in my class have got new tables.&lt;br /&gt;They're a soft brown colour - the colour of oaks.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;But they don't have spares..&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people're still struggling with the blue exam tables..&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be grateful that I have a drawer to put stuff in - but there're holes all around, and teachers can catch me multitasking (mostly reading novels) under the desk... during class.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Science teacher finally came - to A1, today.&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that she got marks added for her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nitrogen Oxides&lt;/span&gt; answer.&lt;br /&gt;Wewhoo!&lt;br /&gt;90+ ftw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to study for the ICAS Science exam.&lt;br /&gt;And my PC's gone!&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to be reformatted.. wow. My songs.&lt;br /&gt;All 200 of them.&lt;br /&gt;And my blog themes! And my projects.. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;Without my permission!&lt;br /&gt;Wtf -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take part in the English exam.&lt;br /&gt;ICAS too, I think.&lt;br /&gt;RM21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't looked into the exchange student programme yet.&lt;br /&gt;A year?&lt;br /&gt;In a stranger's house?&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Could I live?&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably tremble to death first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan.. 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather move to Aussie;&lt;br /&gt;There're a few other places too.&lt;br /&gt;Finland. Italy. New Zealand. France. Japan - the shortest.&lt;br /&gt;The others're all for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jess isn't talking to me. So that means the deal's off.&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Today some Form 6 dude gave me a note in an envelope.&lt;br /&gt;I was bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck would know me to give me an envelope?&lt;br /&gt;The note's written in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I dunno what the heck it means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. My Chinese's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to THAT teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they said to keep in touch. o.o&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't even a name.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Ultra freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go er, do a protected post now, I think. Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/298622295059441621-344782785279586287?l=mild-oceans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/feeds/344782785279586287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=298622295059441621&amp;postID=344782785279586287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/344782785279586287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/298622295059441621/posts/default/344782785279586287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-oceans.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title='The Usual Rants.'/><author><name>eunice~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903222299940669095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</ema
