<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:03:21.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7210940301301814123</id><published>2009-07-11T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:04:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>It's twelve now. And I turn fifteen today.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel... old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7210940301301814123?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7210940301301814123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=7210940301301814123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7210940301301814123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7210940301301814123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/07/happ-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-3330714023248160406</id><published>2009-07-10T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:54:37.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SldjWhMpk5I/AAAAAAAAASs/Ohxx6ux7wcA/s1600-h/ME+doodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356859520300192658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SldjWhMpk5I/AAAAAAAAASs/Ohxx6ux7wcA/s320/ME+doodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA a so-called self-portrait of me that I doodled during a Geography lesson.&lt;br /&gt;HOOSHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's eight minutes to midnight. I'm going to be fifteen in about eight minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait. Scratch that. It's seven minutes now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now it's six...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-3330714023248160406?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3330714023248160406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=3330714023248160406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3330714023248160406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3330714023248160406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/07/portrait.html' title='Portrait.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SldjWhMpk5I/AAAAAAAAASs/Ohxx6ux7wcA/s72-c/ME+doodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7131597777079237072</id><published>2009-07-02T20:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:13:36.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844366763215826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SkytFe-ly9I/AAAAAAAAASc/3wSgTAkYrPA/s320/32c769e06fbad868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SkytFr72QqI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZUtn-jvlnWU/s1600-h/Kakashi_by_Hiruka00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844370241372834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SkytFr72QqI/AAAAAAAAASk/ZUtn-jvlnWU/s320/Kakashi_by_Hiruka00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short post dedicated to my inner fangirl, since I have a project to complete by tonight and I can't have her surfing the internet for any more (sexy) fanart and distracting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this will appease her and calm her down a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures taken from &lt;a href="http://lunarcheza.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://lunarcheza.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hiruka00.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://hiruka00.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt; respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OHMUHGEE KAKASHIIIIII ILU MARRY MEEEEEEE. *foams at the mouth*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7131597777079237072?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7131597777079237072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=7131597777079237072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7131597777079237072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7131597777079237072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/07/living-in-past.html' title='Living in the past.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SkytFe-ly9I/AAAAAAAAASc/3wSgTAkYrPA/s72-c/32c769e06fbad868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7872380038258573151</id><published>2009-06-19T08:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:01:49.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback.</title><content type='html'>I remember something from Art Club last year, when Mr. Razak was showing us movies for a project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students:&lt;/strong&gt; Mr. Razak, can we watch 'Chucky'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Razak:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students:&lt;/strong&gt; WE WANNA WATCH CHUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Razak: &lt;/strong&gt;No, it's too violent for you guys. We are going to watch 'Princess Mononoke'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students: &lt;/strong&gt;WE WANNA WATCH CHUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Razak: &lt;/strong&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;*Starts the Princess Mononoke movie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students: &lt;/strong&gt;DOWAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Razak:&lt;/strong&gt; You're watching it. And I have to leave the room for a while. Nobody had better switch the movie when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;*Mr. Razak leaves the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art Club leader:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay! Who wants to watch Chucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students:&lt;/strong&gt; Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we watched Chucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7872380038258573151?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7872380038258573151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=7872380038258573151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7872380038258573151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7872380038258573151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/06/flashback.html' title='Flashback.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-8575206686950778346</id><published>2009-06-17T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:26:23.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSCC!</title><content type='html'>Choir concert was last Sunday, and it went okay really. :)&lt;br /&gt;We had live recording there. Gosh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And my feet ached in my new choir shoes. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lot of praise for the soloists of Concert Choir 2.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually see them perform and only caught a glimpse of their rehearsals, but I know they're GOOD. Like, GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Yaya for them.&lt;br /&gt;I had to switch places for some songs because I was singing different parts, so I hope it didn't look too messy on stage.&lt;br /&gt;The girl beside me switched places at the wrong song. When she realised she wasn't supposed to move yet she gave a squeak and scurried back to her initial position.&lt;br /&gt;When we were backstage, me and a few choir-mates were discussing the soloists and were wondering why Concert Choir 1 (my choir) didn't have any proper soloists (they were all in CC2). I said the teacher probably didn't think we were ready yet; we can drive her nuts sometimes, but my friend said that if there was anyone here who could do a solo performance it would be me. Then two others agreed with her.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you how FLATTERED I felt. It's an awkward feeling, but it's really nice to know some people think of you that way. THANKS DEARIES. You made my day that day. :)&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, it was really fun performing. And it's nice to know our hard works and efforts and time spent rehearsing all paid off in the end (even if it was a FREE concert AHEMAHEM).&lt;br /&gt;And, in a rare moment, I saw my firm choir teacher lighten up a little after the performance. She has a lovely smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn;t know she had a bachelor's degree in music education from the University of Wisconsin. Whoo boy.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO,,, I finally got to meet my choir friend's cousin who was said to look a lot like me.&lt;br /&gt;SHE DOESN'T OKAY. Fine, she has the same haircut and all but she's MORE FASHIONABLE THAN ME. THAT EES IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;And her name is Charlene. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: I HAVE A TERRIBLE STAGE PRESENCE. After the concert I caught up with my family and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Poh 1:&lt;/strong&gt; You were hunched on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Poh 2:&lt;/strong&gt; You were hunched on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama:&lt;/strong&gt; You were hunched on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother:&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BROTHER ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT TO SAY TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the choir has given us a break for three weeks in acknowledgement for our hard work. I should be using these free Saturdays to study.&lt;br /&gt;Next session is on 11th July. My birthday. Haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY I WENT TO ART FRIEND AND BOUGHT COPIC CIAO MARKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG YAYAYAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy now. I can now have a wonderful time colouring art pieces.&lt;br /&gt;They cost four hackin' bucks each. And I actually got five of them at one go. I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Now only 139 more colours to go. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEN I WENT TO KINOKUNIYA AND GOT ANOTHER DEATH NOTE COMIC BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm a very, very lucky girl? :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317480706332306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SjkKaX-DVpI/AAAAAAAAASU/gfVyUCjzTos/s320/2009_06080073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks nicer in real life. THEY ARE THE CUTEST CHOCOLATES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe. Okay bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-8575206686950778346?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8575206686950778346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=8575206686950778346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8575206686950778346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8575206686950778346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/06/sscc.html' title='SSCC!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SjkKaX-DVpI/AAAAAAAAASU/gfVyUCjzTos/s72-c/2009_06080073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6093473445270506070</id><published>2009-06-12T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:22:22.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SjIOZofrHEI/AAAAAAAAASM/0Av7It0ULt4/s1600-h/Rose__HyperRealism_by_nerplexing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346351541171985474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SjIOZofrHEI/AAAAAAAAASM/0Av7It0ULt4/s320/Rose__HyperRealism_by_nerplexing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerplexing.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://www.nerplexing.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. I can't believe it's not a photo. It's a digital painting.&lt;br /&gt;It's an awesome digital painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6093473445270506070?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6093473445270506070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6093473445270506070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6093473445270506070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6093473445270506070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SjIOZofrHEI/AAAAAAAAASM/0Av7It0ULt4/s72-c/Rose__HyperRealism_by_nerplexing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2517072789555702959</id><published>2009-06-08T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:03:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICOLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're in NCC camp now and won't be reading this but HAVE A FABULOUS FIFTEENTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You've been a great friend. Never stop being the blur sotokey you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;... EVUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haha kidding. HUGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up at like one twenty in the afternoon and had a doctor's appointment at three. Then I had dinner at KFC before heading off to choir.&lt;br /&gt;Choir teacher was in a really good mood on Saturday's session, and it's obvious that in turn affects the enthusiasm of the whole CC1. I thought we were generally more productive that time, and it's carried on to today's rehearsal. Teacher can be really motherly. I wish she'd smile more. :)&lt;br /&gt;And for the lesson today I brought a celebrity magazine to give away to Natalia. She went flipping through it for the numerous pictures of Taylor Lautner, natch! XD&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Taylor Lautner is cuteeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think one of my choir mates has the most beautiful name. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's Sointu. Pronouce that right and you'll see how nice it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;Her sister has a really pretty name too. I just don't know how to spell it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Imma gonna stop crapping and go sleep now. Night.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2517072789555702959?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2517072789555702959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2517072789555702959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2517072789555702959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2517072789555702959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/06/nicole.html' title='NICOLE!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7019501796973849321</id><published>2009-06-03T11:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:47:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a mid-life crisis.&lt;br /&gt;I'M ONLY FOURTEEN AND A HALF AND I'M HAVING A MID-LIFE CRISIS.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOODNESS WAIT MY BIRTHDAY IS NEXT MONTH. SO I'M OLDER THAN FOURTEEN AND A HALF.&lt;br /&gt;SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it's scary that time passes so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I better focus on appreciating what I have in life because they won't be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I'll become a happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE OF SUBJECT WHEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most hilaious things evahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;... Betch. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7019501796973849321?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7019501796973849321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=7019501796973849321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7019501796973849321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7019501796973849321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/06/post.html' title='Post!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6494048285050550476</id><published>2009-05-16T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:48:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulp.</title><content type='html'>Haha OMG choir Faust performance was centuries ago, and I'm posting to say it was okay anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;I swapped belts with another choir member and totally couldn't breathe for the whole two minutes I was standing there in the organ gallery. Twelve actually. The audience clapped for the other ten minutes. Straight. Whoo reaaaally wasn't expecting that kind of stamina.&lt;br /&gt;And within that time, the adult solo singers exited and then came back onstage to be applauded some more.&lt;br /&gt;And then they exited and came back onstage again.&lt;br /&gt;And they did that repeatedly for a few more times times. The children's choir (me included) were all going WTF??? Hope the audience didn't see our futile attempt at hiding our expressions.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, it was a good experience while it lasted. But I regret not asking the CATS performers (sharing the same backstage as us) for their autographs! Or maybe a photo or two. :(((&lt;br /&gt;I mean it was such a honour being in their presence even if for a few seconds. I even brought an empty notebook along to get autographs. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But it would be rude to bother them, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And then for a couple of times I saw a whole stack of CATS autographed posters lying out near the Theatre stage. Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the day after the performance I went to see CATS! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;The CATS performers actually came down during the show and intermission to interact with the audience. I REGRET NOT BRINGING MY CAMERA. We could actually take pictures neeee.&lt;br /&gt;Only had my three-megapixel phone camera at that time. Wah lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;But tried to make the best use of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, it was still an amazing show. The singing and dancing was awwwwwwweeesome. And I love the Rum Tum Tugger Cat. There was one time he went down the stage and picked a lady from the front-seat audience to dance with. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I like Victoria, Munkustrap, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer too. &lt;33333 color="#996633"&gt;Math tuition was horrible today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I forgot all my formulas and I think the teacher got really upset at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Really shows how lazy and weak-minded I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I feel really bad. Apologising didn't help ease the discomfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Gotta work harderharderharder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6494048285050550476?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6494048285050550476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6494048285050550476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6494048285050550476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6494048285050550476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/05/ulp.html' title='Ulp.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-3291210337276499022</id><published>2009-05-01T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:40:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAUST.</title><content type='html'>Choir performance tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;And I have to wear a red dress that makes my fats looker fattier.&lt;br /&gt;Hoo boy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to leave soon to go for practice at the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;The backstage of the Esplanade is uber, uber cool- CATS is on, and everytime I go backstage for choir rehearsals I see rows and rows of CATS costumes and boxes of expensive-looking leopard-print shoes and what not and it's all so amazing. Sometimes CATS will be performing in the Theatre the same time we're rehearsing in the Concert Hall and Lounge, and we get to see parts of the show on a TV that connects to the Theatre stage outside.&lt;br /&gt;And often we'd encounter a CATS performer when we walk down the corridors. Some look really young- like eighteen or so, and are even shorter than me. But they look really nice, and when they're fully made up THEY ARE JUST SO BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;If only it wasn't considered rude to ask for a autograph or a picture... I guess I'm just thrilled to actually see such famous people close-up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I always used to watch a video tape of the 'Jellicle Cats' performance on 'Hey Mr. Producer' when I was six... hahaha.&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;em&gt;If someone is being unreasonable to you, it is reasonable of you to give that person a piece of your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if that unreasonable person does not appreciate your piece of mind, then it is reasonable of you to leave him alone, so that you will have a peace of mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HELLZ YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-3291210337276499022?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3291210337276499022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=3291210337276499022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3291210337276499022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3291210337276499022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/05/faust.html' title='FAUST.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7721784145555026953</id><published>2009-04-18T21:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:40:22.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee~</title><content type='html'>Library Pyjama Party yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;I went there to help out as an NYAA-ist, and it was so funnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;We all met at the library at about four and then got fried rice and *Pizza Hut* pizza for dinner. I was given a lot of rice but I finished it anyway and then had some pizza. Two slices, to be precise. I swear I'm such a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Primary school girls came. And I went down to the lab to set up experiments for them to try. My station was doing coloured light experiments with the cones and the glass prisms and normal light broke up into rainbows and unicorns and lemondrops-&lt;br /&gt;*SLAP*&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I was working with someone called Joyce (correct spelling of name?) and she was uber good at demostrating the experiment and all. I probably overdid my part, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;We had six groups of Primary school girls to do the experiment with, and after three of them my throat felt so parched from talking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a group called Werepyres. LOL Twilight coexistance alert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the experiments we went back up to the library to draw monsters. Then came breakkkkk. There was jelly brains and eyeball cupcakes and noodles and nuggets and oreos and so much more. And I ate more food. Like I said, I am a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Me and a few other girls scurried back to the library earlier so we could play a trick on the Primary school girls. Like, we were going to hide upstairs and do evil laughter and screaming and banging. We even turned off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict: MOHST OF THE CHILLUN VERE NAWT SCARED. EEN FAIRCT, some were even laughing their heads off at our bloodspilling effort to be terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;Good heavens, what do they watch on TV these days?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Then came the group skits. Some of the Primary school girls acted so well. And yes, the facilitators acted well too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's one of my favorite scenes from one of the skits. It went SOMETHING like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Mr. Chemist? I want to buy an eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;Chemist: ARE YOU CRAZY?!!? *uses soft toy to slap Girl 1*&lt;br /&gt;Chemist Assitant *to Customer*: How about an eye for an eye? *pretends to dig own eyeball out and give it to Customer*&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay! *pretends to dig own eyeball out and give it to Chemist Assistant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Auntie! I want to buy ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;Stall auntie: *Koff* Okay girl. What flavour you want?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: THE MOST DISGUSTING FLAVOUR YOU HAVE!!&lt;br /&gt;Stall auntie: Okay. *proceeds to cough on imaginary ice cream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing. One Primary school girl looked A LOT like Hannah. Serious! I wanted to ask if she was related to her in some way, but it turned out she didn't have a sister. -.-&lt;br /&gt;My curiousity leads me to nowhere at times.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for a Science quiz and some girls jumped up on the chairs to answer the questions. Woah. Must have been the monosaccharides and disaccharides in the food we gave them.&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd then they went home after prize-giving and all. Then a teacher used a strong laser to burn a hole through a purple balloon. It was so cool lahhhhh! It didn't worked with the green balloon when the Primary school girls were around, so sad. Basically we finished at around ten twenty at night, took pictures and then went home ourselves. Aiyi picked me up and we had a very pleasant conversation with the lady taxi driver on the way home. I lodged at Aiyi's house for the night and she gave me more food. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;So. On the whole, the party was a good experience. The Primary school girls were very enthusiastic and I'm really surprised at that. Looking at them generally and at the style of the pyjamas (lace, silk, ribbons) they wore to the party, I thought they'd be bored. I'm not saying they're not mature; heavens seriously, they are very intelligent and talented. :)&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of new friends, and I'm really happy that all our hard work to prepare for this party paid off. :))&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so much better than I expected. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I woke up at Aiyi's house and went home to get my choir stuff and ate lunch (HOW CAN I STILL EAT???) and went to choir from there.&lt;br /&gt;So during choir we were briefed about our concert at the Esplanade. From what I know, at the place, we're going to be near the dressing room for the CATS muscial (they're performing aound the same time period as us).&lt;br /&gt;BE JEALOUS RUTH BE JEALOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Hoohar.&lt;br /&gt;And each one of us got this really cool backstage pass to the concert hall.:D&lt;br /&gt;Hoh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And then throughout the day I had more food. Seriously there's something wrong with me. I need a diet, and 2.4's this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;SCREECH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;... Now on to another topic.&lt;br /&gt;It's a complete change in the mood right now but I think I've got to say it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been putting on this intolerable behaviour in my schoolwork these days, especially in anything involving Math. I'm really sorry for that, and I resolve to work harder, even though it's a hopeless case for this one.&lt;br /&gt;Because on the whole I won't get anywhere without trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's my Father's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;He fell down and had to have an operation a few days before.&lt;br /&gt;He's out of the hospital already and is currently on crutches and, from what I've heard, at his girlfriend's house.&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe his car broke down too. I have to go to school by bus and I wake up at around four something every morning. (though it isn't that bad)&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Some birthday present. A rather worthy one if I must say.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Kavita was talking about boy-girl relationships during CE yesterday. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay byeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7721784145555026953?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7721784145555026953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=7721784145555026953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7721784145555026953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7721784145555026953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheee.html' title='Wheee~'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2769666045387607296</id><published>2009-04-13T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:27:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help.</title><content type='html'>I know I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't know why I keep trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the happiness of scoring a few A1s has gotten to my head. A bit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm conceited and hedonistic.&lt;br /&gt;And lately, I realised I don't care what I do or how I do things.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as it gets me another A1 or A2 in a subject.&lt;br /&gt;Namely Combined Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm tired of being inferior to others around me.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all I only get tired of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the way I've been talking lately. It's like I won't be satisfied unless I'm perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It's sickening.&lt;br /&gt;So I fell short of my expectations for the Literature test. So it was by four marks. So I'm super pissed. But I'm the only one I should be mad at.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm walking on the edge of a cliff. I can't allow myself to go one step out of line ever. I'd kill myself if I do.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I can't let my old perfectionist habits take over again. They pulled me down last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm very sorry to anyone who's involved.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being so arrogant and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What's the matter with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2769666045387607296?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2769666045387607296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2769666045387607296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2769666045387607296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2769666045387607296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html' title='Help.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-4189512664133566851</id><published>2009-04-05T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:58:01.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yirong.youarelame.com/"&gt;http://www.yirong.youarelame.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA whut.&lt;br /&gt;Some of it's true though. Simple Math DOES confuse me. That shows that my IQ and shoe size are nearly the same. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-4189512664133566851?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4189512664133566851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=4189512664133566851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4189512664133566851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4189512664133566851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwww.html' title='.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-3021408795029569738</id><published>2009-04-01T20:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:36:24.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st April.</title><content type='html'>Happy April Fool's Day everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of things today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I forgot to wear class tee to school for Games Day, so I stuck out like a sore thumb in my blue uniform. AGH.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was just so nervous for the Chinese Talentine (Talentime?) that was after school that it just slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Andand many people had to leave for competitions and such, so DY's Captain's Ball teams were outnumbered and disadvantaged against other classes.&lt;br /&gt;In one game I got SY to sit some people out, though, so it would be fair. Many apologies, and thanks for being so understanding guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our class tried playing an April Fool's joke on the A Math teacher. She asked if it was a trick JUSTJUSTJUST before we were about to say 'APRIL FOOL'S'. Haha waste of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Christmas Island project work! It was HILARIOUS. We tried pranking Mr. Jo. I had to go up to him, say 'Uh, Mr. Jo, I don't feel well...' and then pretend to faint. Then everyone else would make a big fuss and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;I fall down a lot (though I've never fainted) so it was easy to crumple down on the floor and close my eyes. I wish Mr. Jo hadn't prodded me with his foot though, intentionally or not. I wouldn't have laughed like super hard and given the joke away. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know, from what I heard later on the fainting had looked pretty real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I miss Christmas Island.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the birds.&lt;br /&gt;I miss POLO HOCKEY.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;I even miss my stinky lodge room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo then school was over and the Chinese Talentine (Talentime?) started at about three thirty. I seriously don't know how I got into this. I know me singing a Chinese song is funny and makes a good April Fool's joke; I can't even speak proper Chinese, but I joined this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been very stressful for me because I've been struggling with singing the Chinese words and I was so scared I'd make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Okay from here I have alotta people to thank. Thanks to my friends for encouraging me, thanks to Charmarn and Charlene Ho for helping me practise, extra thanks to Charlene for performing with me, and thanks to everyone who had to put up with my unbearable paranoid behaviour for these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I really apreciate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the other classes before us told us the teacher judges were really sober and intimidating, and I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;But when DY was up they gave us these CHEERY expressions. And I screwed things up by forgetting the lyrics (as expected) so they were probably laughing at me. Charlene was doing all these actions but I was super stiff, with this completely fake smile. And the teachers said in Chinese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't memorise the lyrics well enough, yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"If you make it into the finals you can't use those props because they're too small(we used soft toys)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I went to work on the class plant.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got all the weeds pulled out (it was about my fourth or fifth time working on it) and decorated it with shells.&lt;br /&gt;Sadrina helped. A lot. MUCHO thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm thanking a lot of people in this post.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, if you have Literature essays to write and have that STOOPID writer's block, go listen to these two songs: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lxc3O4mQV74"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lxc3O4mQV74&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZIXGLGFWNQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZIXGLGFWNQ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They help me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this post here. I have to do Literature homework. XD&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-3021408795029569738?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3021408795029569738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=3021408795029569738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3021408795029569738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3021408795029569738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-april.html' title='1st April.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-4276116187882868335</id><published>2009-03-24T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:17:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AHAHA I haven't posted in so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway I've been back from Christmas Island since Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall upload some pictures and post more about it when I stop wallowing in the fact that I have a sore throat from screaming during the class cheer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really tired anywho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DAY-UM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I also came across this video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPDl2g8Upvk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPDl2g8Upvk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's veeeeery funny, but STRONG LANGUAGE AND MEXICAN SEXUAL CONTENT ALERT! The song comes in later. HOOHAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANNNNNND for all you Avatards take a look at this awwwesome Flash animation: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KQVQliIgyw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KQVQliIgyw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, you're killing me, Zuko McCartney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-4276116187882868335?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4276116187882868335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=4276116187882868335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4276116187882868335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4276116187882868335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead yet.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-627332272445914357</id><published>2009-03-05T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:51:09.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>I'm falling wayyyy behind my expectations of myself in school.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to BUCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't get any rest after OBS but seriously, it can't drag on for this long???&lt;br /&gt;I feel so drained. And I know that some people feel the same way too, but they can handle it and I can't.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I also feel extremely pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I NEEDNEEDNEED to revise on everything I can lay my hands on, be it Chinese or A Math. ESPECIALLY A and E Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I feel like closing my eyes all the time and rolling it around because they seem stuck, and sometimes I feel like I have breathing problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope it's nothing serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And in Bio practical today I SOMEHOW managed to spill over three different experiments and some copper sulphate solution on my uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you believe my blurness. I'll bet the teacher thought I was some wacko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Geography! I'm so demoralised by my test results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must try to get an A1 for the next test. I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow there's Math, A Math and Chinese Tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then on Saturday there's CIP, choir and then Christmas Island shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I have to find a way of squeezing in homework before the holidays so I can go to Christmas Island with a peace of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really, really don't want anyone to think I'm not worthy of going to Christmas Island, or of getting my new phone, or of being in SCGS for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to work harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to work harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear heavens do I have to work harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I apologise for my rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just very disppointed with my schoolwork and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not dumb; I just lack 95% of the intelligence normal people have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-627332272445914357?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/627332272445914357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=627332272445914357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/627332272445914357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/627332272445914357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5122523185052910619</id><published>2009-02-22T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:10:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS.</title><content type='html'>MY PHONE GOT KILLED.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T ASK ME WHY IT JUST DID.&lt;br /&gt;So please don't call me anytime yet, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS tomorrow. My oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone. It'll be fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5122523185052910619?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5122523185052910619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5122523185052910619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5122523185052910619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5122523185052910619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/02/obs.html' title='OBS.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5868250110066522126</id><published>2009-02-20T20:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:25:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lok Lambert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The new animated series Huntik premiered on Singapore TV on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;What caught my attention about it was that the main character had an uncanny resemblance to one of my own characters.&lt;br /&gt;The only differences in physical appearance is that my character is slightly younger and doesn't have blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to watch the show debut. The graphics and settings in the commercial did look promising for art references. Plus, they have an awwwwwwesome theme song. Check it. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_g0lRGKnUY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_g0lRGKnUY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict? It didn't meet my expectations. I thought it would be much better.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I can't say anything. As if I could even use Flash or draw properly, but there were some points in the show where I felt the voice acting was extremely pretentious. Also, the animation was off in some parts, like say the somersaults in the theme song video. It has a rather cliche plot, what with magical amulets and stuff. But whatever. I love the graphics and settings, I love the characters so far, and yes, I do still love the theme song.&lt;br /&gt;And there was effort put in to make that kind of magic-story plot unique. Mmm, admirable.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful show of Italian origins. Wonderful series by Iginio Straffi. It was just 0.001% away from what I expected. Though it's impossible that I'll ever work in the animation industry, I can still dream anyway. And continue analysing animations for art.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, so now I see myself becoming a fan of Huntik. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it's only been that short while. Kyaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could find time to see the rest of the episodes, and Aiyi can't record them for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5868250110066522126?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5868250110066522126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5868250110066522126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5868250110066522126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5868250110066522126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/02/lok-lambert.html' title='Lok Lambert.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-1272876360637726334</id><published>2009-02-15T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:25:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I have a feeling it's gonna be a long time before I next change my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;This skin is every artist's dream. Even the PUTRID ones like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay. Happy belated Valentine's Day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-1272876360637726334?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1272876360637726334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=1272876360637726334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1272876360637726334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1272876360637726334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-skin.html' title='New skin!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-4433382130956044271</id><published>2009-02-07T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:50:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'MAS ISLAND.</title><content type='html'>I think my life is out to prove that everything I say is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of it works in my favour anyway. Thank you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I wouldn't be able to retake my IC photo?&lt;br /&gt;I retook it.&lt;br /&gt;At a trustworthy, professional studio.&lt;br /&gt;Not at a makeshift booth at a pharmacy with rough white paper background and a crappy digital camera and a salesgirl with an even crappier attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Take that, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I would never be able to get into Christmas Island project work?&lt;br /&gt;I got in, and I was so relieved to have secured a project work.&lt;br /&gt;I must convey many, many thanks and apologies to many, many people who have tolerated my endless and paranoid complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Namely Tessa, Sarah, Abigail and Charlene (&lt;strong&gt;Edit: And Nicole too!&lt;/strong&gt;). And I'm so sorry for suffocating your wrist while trying to find my name on the list, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Take that, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's been a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about six thirty to go to the ICA building which opens at about, eight?&lt;br /&gt;Got my IC photo problem fixed and extended my passport for Christmas Island. Ma and Kai also had to things to settle with their passports.&lt;br /&gt;It was already quite crowded, and we prepared for a 3 hour wait.&lt;br /&gt;In the end everything took about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;So with some free time on our hands, we went to Bugis and had J.CO donuts. Since we came early, the donuts were fresh and we had the whole cafe to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing better than that.&lt;br /&gt;Take that, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later I went for choir.&lt;br /&gt;I'm new, so it was pleasant when I realised today that there were three (maybe more?) other SCGS girls in the choir.&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared that I'd be the awkward one, and now I know I'm not so different. :)&lt;br /&gt;Take that, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful for what's been happening around lately.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; last. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho reverse psychology FTW.&lt;br /&gt;Take that, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I hope it doesn't hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-4433382130956044271?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4433382130956044271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=4433382130956044271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4433382130956044271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4433382130956044271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/02/xmas-island.html' title='X&apos;MAS ISLAND.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-4717652799023958998</id><published>2009-02-03T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:03:02.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The subject on principles was brought up more than once for me today.&lt;br /&gt;I broke one of my principles today, and though it might be petty, I do actually regret it.&lt;br /&gt;It was after school and the line for the western stall in the canteen was loooooooong. I wanted to get something to eat there, and the food was running out fast. Still, I didn't want to queue up, and turned to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw one of my classmates in the very front of the line, already buying her food, and after a couple seconds of debating with my mind I gave in to my hedonism, went up to that classmate and asked her to help me get food. I got what I wanted and immediately felt I shouldn't have done that.&lt;br /&gt;You might think 'WHAT THE FUDGE IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU ASS SO YOU JUST CUT THE QUEUE SO WHAT?!!?', but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, please, if you think about it, it isn't fair that someone has to line up for like, twenty minutes to buy food from a popular stall while someone else can get it in a waaaay shorter time. I didn't have to line up; I was just plain inconsiderate, cut the queue and made everyone behind me wait even more.&lt;br /&gt;I always get annoyed when I'm, say, the tenth person in a queue and people can just swoon up to the front and get what they want just because 'their friend is there'. I repeat it's not fair to the those at the back of the queue. I know that people hate to wait, but it can't hurt to spare a few minutes to line up? People at the back of a line hate to wait too, and they're the ones who are actually doing the waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time- I was in a queue. There was only one person in front of me, and it was my turn to order food next. I had been lining up for a longlong time. Then suddenly, someone who was a friend of the girl in front of me came up and asked her to help her buy food. Because she did that, that friend was able to get the last dish and I had to go without my lunch. I was damn pissed. I lined up for so long, but in the end I got nothing, no thanks to one unthinking person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I told myself to bear in mind not to ever do that, no matter how minor it seems to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I feel really guilty after what I did, and it didn't help that I had my food (it was waffles) completely DRENCHED in fattening chocolate sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was one of the small principles of my life, and I completely ignored it. When people in turn ask me to help THEM buy things I usually say 'no, s'not fair to those at the back of the line', but I myself did it. Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a way to set an example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ugh. I know you all think I'm mad or something, but that's just my one-man opinion. Fine, one-&lt;em&gt;woman&lt;/em&gt; opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I hope I don't go against any more of my other pathetic principles for as long as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG CHRISTMAS ISLAND RESULTS ARE COMING OUT TOMORROW. I PROBABLY WON'T GET IN, BUT I CAN STILL HOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND HOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND HOPE SOME MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG SCMUN RESULTS ARE COMING OUT THIS WEEK TOO. I PROBABLY WON'T GET IN AS WELL BECAUSE OF MY ABSYMAL INTERVIEW BUT I CAN STILL HOPELESSLY HOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND HOPELESSLY HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND HOPELESSLY HOPE SOME MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG MY IC PHOTO WAS TAKEN AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR BY AN UNPROFESSIONAL STUDIO AND SO IT'S REALLY UGLY. THERE PROBABLY WON'T BE ANOTHER CHANCE FOR ME TO RETAKE MY PHOTO BUT I CAN STILL VERY HOPELESSLY HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND VERY HOPELESSLY HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND VERY HOPELESSLY HOPE SOME MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG YAY AFTER CCA TODAY I RAN INTO MY SS TEACHER AND SHE SAID I DID QUITE WELL ON THE TEST ON GOVERNMENT &lt;strong&gt;PRINCIPLES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm, maybe there is some hope for my 'O' levels after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-4717652799023958998?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4717652799023958998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=4717652799023958998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4717652799023958998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4717652799023958998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/02/principles.html' title='Principles.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-9175586291616579021</id><published>2009-01-31T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:21:37.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January.</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Time will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hectic first month, what with the beginning of school and all, but we've lived through it, and we'll do it again for Febuary 2009, and for the rest of the year and all the other years after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck, everybody. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-9175586291616579021?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9175586291616579021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=9175586291616579021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/9175586291616579021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/9175586291616579021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/january.html' title='January.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-1559337156061425924</id><published>2009-01-28T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:17:59.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha.</title><content type='html'>School starts tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it when I say I'm rather relieved to go back there.&lt;br /&gt;At least we wouldn't be pondered with a ton of holiday homework, as well as trying to make time for holiday commitments.&lt;br /&gt;Man, it wasn't like a holiday at all. I was doing homework at my reunion dinner with Aiyi, can you comprehend that. She understood, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say I'm proud of myself. I've done my homework the best I could. I put effort in it, and I'm happy. There's sure to be quality in them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for the Social Studies essay, maybe. I really didn't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and maybe the Bio essay too. The question asked for a bacterium's tour of a plant cell, and I gave them that as well as the bacterium's evil military plan on destroying the entire cell as it was. I mapped out all the strategies and whatever else crap. I think I overdid it.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. If that's the case, I have no time to redo it. I don't know how to redo it. ARGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah dunno how already lah. I should just try to relax, and talk about something else...&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh!!!!!!!!!!!! Read the papers today! Home section page three I think. It's an article about how a couple went walking around Holland Village on CNY, or the eve of CNY, I can't remember. Anyway here's the cheeky bit; they were walking around NAKED. Yep you got it, don't ask for any furthur meaning.&lt;br /&gt;It happened at Aiyi's block of flats LOL! But we didn't see them of course. I wasn't staying over on that day, and Aiyi wasn't out in the village at that time as well. Just go read the article. I don't want to explain it all here.&lt;br /&gt;So today, after we read the papers and got a bit of a good laugh, me and Aiyi presented ourselves with this question: what would we do if we saw that nude couple strolling around in the streets right now.&lt;br /&gt;I said that I would take a picture of them; that was what about 200 people were doing when the couple presented themselves anyway. Maybe if I sent my picture to a magazine I would get money to buy Photoshop. Aiyi said she would use her umbrella to poke at them. She made a few other morbid suggestions, one that included insults in Teochew dialect, but let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it certainly was something you don't read about evryday, ne?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to go now. I'm staying at Aiyi's house again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-1559337156061425924?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1559337156061425924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=1559337156061425924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1559337156061425924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1559337156061425924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-starts-tommorow.html' title='Hahaha.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-4262135805756052268</id><published>2009-01-24T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:09:14.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;It's the CNY holidays.&lt;br /&gt;And once again it won't be much of a holiday for me. Or for many of us, in that case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finished A Math homework, the Bio WS, the Bio WB, prepared files, and had Math and Chinese tuition until about nine thirty at night.&lt;br /&gt;And today I finished Geog WB, planned out my Bio essay (currently researching on it), cleaned my cupboard, and went for NYAA.&lt;br /&gt;At the rate I'm going now I'll never be able to finish all the holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I still have to:&lt;br /&gt;- Do Bio essay&lt;br /&gt;- Do Lit essay&lt;br /&gt;- Do SS essay&lt;br /&gt;- Do E Math&lt;br /&gt;- Do Geog essay worksheet&lt;br /&gt;- Bio Pratical WB&lt;br /&gt;- Finish up on 'To Kill a Mockingbird'&lt;br /&gt;- READ 'MISTER PIP'! PRONTO!&lt;br /&gt;- Finish up on 'Eveline'&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare moar files&lt;br /&gt;- Tie up moar loose homework&lt;br /&gt;- Tie up moar loose notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-4262135805756052268?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4262135805756052268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=4262135805756052268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4262135805756052268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4262135805756052268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-4186513504362446880</id><published>2009-01-21T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:36:32.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toffee! I missed you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They found my phone. Yaya!&lt;br /&gt;My father was being difficult and was arguing with us about it and who-else-knows-what, but at least it's back in my hands again.&lt;br /&gt;But that also means that I can forget about getting the Ice Cream phone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Too bad then. I'm already very grateful for what I have. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: To Hannah again. See??? What did I tell you. You really do have no faith in yours truly. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-4186513504362446880?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4186513504362446880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=4186513504362446880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4186513504362446880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4186513504362446880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/toffee-i-missed-you.html' title='Toffee! I missed you!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6042971746853156692</id><published>2009-01-18T10:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:08:29.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely DYnamic. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Haha I haven't posted in so long.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary Three is okay, quite hectic, but fun at some points. :)&lt;br /&gt;(3DY rocks baby :D)&lt;br /&gt;But even though I haven't procrastinating on schoolwork anymore (yaya!), I have been procrastinating on blogging and artwork.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I haven't touched Breaking Dawn AT ALL. Since mid-December I'm still at about page 13. Ooh-errr.&lt;br /&gt;My mother finshed that in seven hours. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;strong&gt;haven't&lt;/strong&gt; been hugging many people lately! YAYA! Mona and Nicole, be grateful I have this notion to stick to my New Year's resolutions this year. :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had SLD training yesterday till four, then rushed for choir at Victoria Theatre and got there at about four thirty. It starts at two and SLD was a valid reason to miss it, but last week I asked the teacher if I could come later because it was a concert choir and I didn't want to have to catch up on anything the next classes.&lt;br /&gt;I was in school uniform, and I probably shocked the people who have never seen me in a skirt ever.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was a girl sitting behind me. I didn't know her name as I was one of the newcomers there, but when I turned around to face her because I thought I heard something, she gave me this wide eyed STARE. It scared me, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my handphone. On Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly dropped it in a taxi or something.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't call me anymore. Not now. My line is cancelled. For now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I should have been more careful with my belongings and I know I don't deserve a new phone. However I've already got my selfish eyes on one and my mother isn't complaining. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292457619513886146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SXKWKg_vRcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mfA8qREqVfg/s320/20081206_570614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292457621943881202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SXKWKqDGDfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tK3ucH6oHgQ/s320/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292457618851261522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SXKWKehwbFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/osDB04Tu24E/s320/KF350P_front_NLs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pic taken off &lt;a href="http://yaxenduff.jugem.jp/?eid=318"&gt;http://yaxenduff.jugem.jp/?eid=318&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's not yet confirmed that I'm actually getting the phone, but from what I know we'd be checking it out sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder why my Ma does these things for me. I'm not much of an ideal daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go off for NYAA soon. I need to go eat lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;And there's more NYAA tomorrow and on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Mfff. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: SEE HANNAH???? my blog isn't dead anymore! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6042971746853156692?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6042971746853156692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6042971746853156692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6042971746853156692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6042971746853156692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/definitely-dynamic.html' title='Definitely DYnamic. :)'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SXKWKg_vRcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mfA8qREqVfg/s72-c/20081206_570614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2479002341057038981</id><published>2008-12-31T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:02:57.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cominggggg.</title><content type='html'>Happy new year every one.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all well for 2009. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2479002341057038981?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2479002341057038981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2479002341057038981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2479002341057038981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2479002341057038981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-cominggggg.html' title='It&apos;s cominggggg.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5392577272510922214</id><published>2008-12-27T22:39:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:16:06.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September-October 2007&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284480305505301186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVY-1ugw8sI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gdAj-5bRQdQ/s320/Untitled-Scanned-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284480289226843634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVY-0x3rZfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wPRGV2D0Cz0/s320/Midnightrainne__s_Aethea____by_AlienticFrontier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVZANgUVMPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/y9Okdy44rxo/s1600-h/Teen_Titans__Raven_sketch_by_AlienticFrontier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284481813523542258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVZANgUVMPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/y9Okdy44rxo/s320/Teen_Titans__Raven_sketch_by_AlienticFrontier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 2008-Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284481798955508786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVZAMqDCpDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hj88_-DQx1Y/s320/Peacock_Insignia__by_AlienticFrontier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284481808841968114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVZANO4KCfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/J7Y7XBkKSCw/s320/Untitled-Scanned-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284481825480965682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVZAOM3M_jI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b7gC8G0zo2Y/s320/Untitled-Scanned-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVY-2HjCBKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cGc4SGaA1ZE/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-03+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284480312225694882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVY-2HjCBKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cGc4SGaA1ZE/s320/Untitled-Scanned-03+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVY-0sy7WZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cDP0ezCjmtA/s1600-h/Azzy+and+Mist-+Evil%27s+lurking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284480287864740242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVY-0sy7WZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cDP0ezCjmtA/s320/Azzy+and+Mist-+Evil%27s+lurking.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I AM SO PROUD OF MY ABILITY TO KEEP SOME OF THESE DRAWINGS NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY INJURE MY RETINAS AND CORNEAS.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, just showing some of my old paintings and drawings and sketches, a large percentage of which are absolutely BLEH. I started drawing at an unknown age, and then began taking it seriously at about ten or eleven. I sucked, and I think I still do now.The funny thing is I can't believe I used to think some of these ahemcoughcough... 'masterpieces' were beautiful. Now when I look at them I sometimes feel my bout of holiday food poisoning acting up again. It'll be a vicious cycle for the drawings I do now; I may think I do a good job on some of them now, but I know that I'll dislike them later on when my expectations of myself get higher and higher. I still have so much to learn, and I don't know how long it'll take me, but I'll learn them best I can anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But past all the superficial hate and ugliness and digust, I love my drawings, all of them, both new and old. I really, really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's going to be a new year soon. And we're going back to school in a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh whoop dee doo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyway, I'm going to fight hard for it, and make a couple adjustments to my attitude. The first is NOT TO HUG ANYBODY SO MUCH AND FREAK THEM OUT. Definitely. Be happy, the people who should benefit from this. *pokes Nicole*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Second is not to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway my mother is AMAZING. Throughout this holidays we've gotten into normal mother-daughter squabbles, but she's been hiring tuition teachers for me to improve on my Math and Chinese, as well as helping me out on NYAA and choir. I'm really thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I want her reading speed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, let me read Twilight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhm, really? I don't think you'd like it. It's very sappy and romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Let me read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My time taken to read Twilight: 4 days (due to interruption by Aiyi and Ma's nagging about my random faults)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma's time taken to read Twilight: 4.5 hours. STRAIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;How was Twilight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; It was okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Your favourite part?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't know yet. But in the movie I like how the vampire climbs up the tree with the girl on his back like Spiderman liddat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Now that you've finished Twilight, you wanna read New Moon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; No, but you can tell me what it's all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; That would be spoiling it for you, but what the heck! Edward leaves Bella, Bella becomes emo, blah blah blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell me about Eclipse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *insert moar spoilers here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell me about Breaking Dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *insert Wikipedia summary here* Now do you want to read the book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 days later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Let me read New Moon&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Let me read New Moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll lend you Eclipse as well then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; No, dowan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; You know you want to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My time taken to read New Moon: 20 days (due to interruption from family's nagging and procrastination)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma's time taken to read New Moon: 5 hours. STRAIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;So how was New Moon? The girl was very emo, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; The girl is very emo. The guy is also very emo. They're so childish. Take Eclipse back. I haven't read it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you want to read it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm too lazy to take it back now. I'll leave it in your room for the time being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, take the books back. I've finished reading Eclipse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Whut. How long did that take you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4 hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yowza. I took 18 days due to interruption from family's nagging, procrastination and confiscation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. I started Breaking Dawn more than two weeks ago, and I haven't even gotten past the first chapter due to maximum procrastination. My mother just started reading Breaking Dawn thirty minutes ago. And my sis borrowed my Twilight book to read for ten minutes before going to sleep. What an accomplishment for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I'm mean. Twilight lovers can go kill me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5392577272510922214?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5392577272510922214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5392577272510922214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5392577272510922214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5392577272510922214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='New year.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SVY-1ugw8sI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gdAj-5bRQdQ/s72-c/Untitled-Scanned-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-4147239712163019935</id><published>2008-12-25T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:10:33.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JINGLE BELLS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COME LET US LOOK FORWARD TO A BRAND NEW YEAR FULL OF HOMEWORK AND PROJECTS AND STRESS AND GROWING ANOTHER 365 DAYS OLDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND COME LET US BASH ME UP FOR BEING SUCH A PESSIMIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE FOR NAO. *runs away from angry mob* :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-4147239712163019935?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4147239712163019935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=4147239712163019935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4147239712163019935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4147239712163019935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='JINGLE BELLS.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7070015346539419443</id><published>2008-12-19T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:35:07.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd just finished watching the Paramore 'Decode' video on Youtube when my brother turned on the television and that same video was playing there on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just finished setting up my new printer for my laptop when Nicole asked me on MSN if I could print out her Commonwealth Essay for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just finished printing out my completed essay when someone who could have given me comments on my work while I was writing it finally came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just finished arranging an outing with Nicole and Charlene to watch 'Twilight' on Tuesday when my mother told me she wanted to go and watch it tommorow, three days before the outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just finished hitting a really high note of a song when another high note hopped along and ruined my vocals completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just finished listening to music on Windows Media Player and was about to close it for the night when an unglam video of Mona popped up and I had to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life needs to be more evenly spaced out to prevent potential accidents from ocurring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7070015346539419443?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-8886982143891515162</id><published>2008-12-16T20:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:14:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hey. I'm back from my four-day trip from Vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I WAS going to do a post on it and how people live there and how lucky we guys really are. So very, very auntie-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But, you've all been grandly saved from my nagging and lecturing by me getting struck by a bout of food poisoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I don't know how, I think something disagreed with my stomach in Vietnam. I didn't start feeling all bloated and nauseated until we got to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Then I started puking all over the place. The medicine that the airport clinic gave me was supposed to make me feel better, but things just got worse. And I was on the plane. You get the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;People STARED and I felt so disgusted with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The thing I hated the most about this sickness was that my stomach was just plain forcing everything out. I mean everything. My stomach was empty after a few rounds of puking, but of course I didn't want to eat anything. I had this feeling that my stomach was ripping up and it wouldn't stop. BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Okay I know I'm making all of you readers out there sick. So I shall change the colour of the words in this section to make it hard to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you do like, wanna stick on the safe side, don't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Everybody go ay-yo, ay-yo, ay-yo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still I'm guessing that you wouldn't wanna get on my groove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And you go ay-yo, ay-yo, ay-yo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm joining in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You guys will never expect me to sit on the sidelines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ay-yo, ay-yo, ay-yo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got some strong emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you pair it up with strong intentions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start a fight based on uniqueness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll crush all competition&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahaha this is a nice songggggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-8886982143891515162?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8886982143891515162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=8886982143891515162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8886982143891515162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8886982143891515162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-8702316079107639008</id><published>2008-12-07T11:41:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:16:46.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomizerrrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted in so long.&lt;br /&gt;I've done so many things over the past week or so, but now it seems that I can't remember them when I wanna type out this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Goes away to think for awhile. BRB*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;First! I wanna thank Charlene and Nicole, AKA Shootie the Beef and Hermit Sotokey, for letting me test out my new webcam in convos with them.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't give you an eyesore with my room.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting a notebook wrap for my laptop! :D&lt;br /&gt;I spent like a half hour or so sorting through the hundreds of choices on the website, picking out those I thought were nice and upping my expectations to really high.&lt;br /&gt;Finally it all came down to these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276890192327799394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtHq_hw8mI/AAAAAAAAAOY/oHeNbT1-CBs/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276890188765954834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtHqyQjgxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kp6vAghvfj8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I chose the second one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got started on the To Kill a Mockingbird collage.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do the theme of courage when I saw that it was not on the list of themes on the worksheet given to us. So I'm not sure if the theme courage is exactly allowed in this thing.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm only really worried for my Commonwealth Essay. It's super frustrating; I have the idea of what I want to write about in my head, all planned out, but I just can't put the words down in black and white. All this stress really makes me wanna go kill a mockingbird.&lt;br /&gt;*Slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtKZKbGxdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p2P4Q59tI7Y/s1600-h/e68024b002996206ec9ddf8001e72e81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276893184549897682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtKZKbGxdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p2P4Q59tI7Y/s320/e68024b002996206ec9ddf8001e72e81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtLDPKV-_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/roPP7sRMB0I/s1600-h/Twilight____by_KellyNoel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276893907376274418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 54px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtLDPKV-_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/roPP7sRMB0I/s320/Twilight____by_KellyNoel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtLZGUtGeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/y0A6gjg86T4/s1600-h/Proud_Twilight_hater_stamp__by_Little_Shad0w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276894282960935394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtLZGUtGeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/y0A6gjg86T4/s320/Proud_Twilight_hater_stamp__by_Little_Shad0w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtMc2dzMJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/luoUqeJsf3Q/s1600-h/Twilight_vs_Alucard_by_Izabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276895446935220370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtMc2dzMJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/luoUqeJsf3Q/s320/Twilight_vs_Alucard_by_Izabeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight has such a number of haters. Well, personally, I agree with them on some points. Twilight is a little too unrealistic, the guy is too perfect and MYGAWDHESPARKLESLIKESUNSHINEINTHESUNSHINE. The main female character can be a 'twat', as quoted from someone on DeviantART. But, I like the storyline, I like the way the author describes things (though it's a little repetitive) and I like the solutions that the author comes up with to solve problems. It's quite interesting a book and all.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the first picture made me laugh. Especially Hard.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Imma neutral about this whole Twilight Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had this really strange dream. Weird, even for me. Mona was there, Charlene and Nicole was there along with the entire platoon of Part Bs. The settings kept changing, first to down the village at Aiyi's house. It was night-time, around twelve and the whole road was deserted. Charlene and Nicole were dressed in black, and were participating in some midnight charity run, something like GE. I tried to shout hello to them from the top of a stairway, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the scene suddenly changed to an airport. Me, Mona and a group of unregonisable schoolmates along with some teachers were on a field trip there. Some really rowdy boys were there, and they were coming along for the excursion as well.&lt;br /&gt;The airport looked like it was being constructed to become a shopping centre, so there were those makeshift whitewashed walls everywhere. I remember my dream-self telling Mona that I had been to this airport in 2004. Suddenly, all the teachers disappeared, except for one who told us that our excursion bags were at a very dangerous part of the airport, like the place where planes took off. We had to go get them ourselves, and we all scurried to get our bags, and I remembered that I had left a bag at the airport in 2004, and Mona went with me to find it among the huge pile of bags at the plane-take-off area. Many people had found their bags and were leaving, but the rowdy boys were still there. Suddenly, they lauched into an attack on the remaining students, beating them up and chasing them. I was running desperately with Mona to find my bag, and also trying to escape the attackers. And suddenly I realised I hadn't left anything at the airport in 2004 after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;strong&gt;what the heck&lt;/strong&gt;! Why would I in my right state of mind risk me (and Mona's) lives just to get some stupid nonexistent bag that's probably filled up with Primary Four junk out of a stupid friggin' nonexistent airport I had never visited at all??? Not even in 2004??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay who cares. Then me and Mona raced to a elevator away from the rowdy boys. One of them caught me from behind at the last second that we were entering the lift to escape. I gave a good kick at him and ran into the elevator, hoping that I had hit him in the groin.&lt;br /&gt;The settings changed to a place that looked like a revamped version of my condominium. Seriously, there were posh cafes and marbled void decks and all that. I couldn't find my own house through this gigantic maze of newness, but I found a ratty man beside my letter box on the void deck, putting in a letter threatening my father to be accept an enbloc agreement. Yea, and everybody in this new... place was so unfriendly and mean. I felt... lostttt. But Mona was helping me find my own house along the way. And Nicole and Charlene somehow mysteriously appeared to help me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did see if my dream-self found my house and my family again because we were once more attacked by that ratty man and those rowdy boys, and before they could use a club to deliver a blow in my face, I woke up gasping.&lt;br /&gt;I was emo for a few seconds before I feel asleep again. Sometimes dreams don't make sense, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway I have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, long post. Sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;Contradictive to a person who said she had forgotten everything at the start of this post, ne?&lt;br /&gt;Alright bye! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-8702316079107639008?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8702316079107639008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=8702316079107639008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8702316079107639008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8702316079107639008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/randomizerrrr.html' title='Randomizerrrr.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/STtHq_hw8mI/AAAAAAAAAOY/oHeNbT1-CBs/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5509586695390670128</id><published>2008-11-29T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:21:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movieeeeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today went to see 'City of Ember' with Ma and Ke and Kai.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty nice, and it really held my suspense at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;The ending had a really great feeling of rebirth and hope in it. Enriching.&lt;br /&gt;The outside of the theater was crowded with advertisments for Twilight. Can feel the excited atmosphere for that movie building up! :)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure, I heard it's NC16. If so, that's sad. If not, I'll go see it then.&lt;br /&gt;Even the rest of my family got a little interested in the show. They've seen me reading the books at home and I talk about Twilight a little, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The topic of Twilight has the perfect opportunities for me to annoy my mother. :D&lt;br /&gt;So, at the cinema, I watched as my Ma stood to look at the large cardboard standee of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, Ma, don't you think that vampire Edward Cullen is so, so HAAAANDSOME??? *Insert well-practised, dreamy, obsessive fangirl giggle here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm really not a fangirl. I'd just like to know about the Twilight world, and I'd accept other's opinions and all.&lt;br /&gt;And then after the movie ended, the rush hour had just begun and all the cabs seemed to be full, so we were walking to a strategic taxi stand to get one home and Ma and I had a pointless talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ma, which taxi stand are we going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; To Forum Galleria down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Whut? Are you sure they have taxis coming over there?? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma:&lt;/strong&gt; Why are you always so negative????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, somebody's got to be the pessimist here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we talked a bit more about optimists.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well anyways. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5509586695390670128?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5509586695390670128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5509586695390670128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5509586695390670128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5509586695390670128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/movieeeeee.html' title='Movieeeeee.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-3478859731402410953</id><published>2008-11-25T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:51:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korielle. :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SSwCIRvVK6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1Zyj8yT9g7I/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272591604968139682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SSwCIRvVK6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1Zyj8yT9g7I/s320/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very quick (and lousy) drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Charlene, try to guess which one is Azzy. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-3478859731402410953?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3478859731402410953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=3478859731402410953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3478859731402410953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3478859731402410953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/charlene-try-to-guess-which-one-is-azzy.html' title='Korielle. :3'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SSwCIRvVK6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1Zyj8yT9g7I/s72-c/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5713103563515395364</id><published>2008-11-23T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:43:45.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quizzinnnnnn'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totally ripped this from Hannah's blog. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List four random items you have&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- A red file&lt;br /&gt;- A green file&lt;br /&gt;- A blue file&lt;br /&gt;- A black file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever slept in the back of the car?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I spent many happy moments there getting carsick as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you recently dyed your hair/cut it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. List four people you look up to the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- AZZY!&lt;br /&gt;- My Auntie&lt;br /&gt;- KORIELLE!&lt;br /&gt;- Nicole, in a way... through her actions, she teaches me to watch my steps and not be so blur like her. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How many pets do you own as of now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Which do you prefer? White or Black?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Who is your most played character?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... Ben 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Choose one or the other, not both: Being stuck on an island with a friend, or being stuck on an island with 5 acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Being stuck on an island with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Name three aspects that tell who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wierd, definitely. Ehhhhm... stubborn, and very contradictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. If you could have a power what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teleportation, or teletransportation. It's a very versatile power if you look at it. I could find lost things by teleporting them back into my hands. Plus, I could save on taxi fares and car rides with my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mother dear. About Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyi. On the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Write down the first five words that pop into your mind:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is horrifically inactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What’s one thing you wish you could do better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that right, Charlene?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you like the way you are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Sometimes not. Mostly not, usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Choose, Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Rain or snow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Water or ice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. List two odd things about yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For a member of the Naturia society, at times in my room I find a strange joy in killing ants, a vital part of the ecosystem.&lt;br /&gt;- When I kill innocent ants I pinch them first, and then rub hard at them between my fingers just to be sure they die, and then flick them into the toilet for another safety measure that they'll be well gone. Anything if not thorough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I regret it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Which are two of your bad habits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ehrrr... being a perfectionist and being paranoid. WHY DID YOU ASK ME THAT?!!? TELL ME NOW BEFORE I BITE YOUR HEAD OFF! NOW!! NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What’s 1 of your biggest pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I cannot answer you because I just fainted in the previous question. Goodbye Earthling sanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5713103563515395364?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5713103563515395364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5713103563515395364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5713103563515395364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5713103563515395364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-quizzinnnnnn.html' title='Another quizzinnnnnn&apos;'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2785902209225542030</id><published>2008-11-23T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:03:16.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine heavens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://strangeweirdo.deviantart.com/art/i-ship-obama-mccain-92113762"&gt;http://strangeweirdo.deviantart.com/art/i-ship-obama-mccain-92113762&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2785902209225542030?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2785902209225542030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2785902209225542030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2785902209225542030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2785902209225542030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/mine-heavens.html' title='Mine heavens.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6561950258341499013</id><published>2008-11-22T10:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:15:32.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR.</title><content type='html'>OMG yay so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to the zoo with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;'Twas awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We spent about seven hours there.&lt;br /&gt;And we drew and took a lot of pictures, which I am too lazy to upload right now.&lt;br /&gt;We spent a LOT of time at the Maned Wolf enclosure, to satisfy Sarah's love for the canines. We spent like half an hour there taking pictures and videos, and after that throughout we kept coming back to see him.&lt;br /&gt;... and the Cheetahs too.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah called the male wolf Lobo, and then Haru, and then Kitty (as a nickname).&lt;br /&gt;But we stuck with Lobo anyways. Sarah also called the female Luna.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was really cool. The male wolf killed a stray rat in front of us and then tried to flirt with the female wolf, and she made a really angry sound at him. I got a little scared at that point. Luna strode off into the bushes, while Lobo went to sulk in his den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us (to Lobo):&lt;/strong&gt; She doesn't want you, you sly dog, you! Go cry, emo wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, during the visit, I realised that I was wrong about my suckiness in drawing animals. Truth was, I was much, much worse.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah can draw like, supersuper well.&lt;br /&gt;At the lion exhibit I tried drawing the lion's mane, and then its face, and in the end I just gave up altogether and turned the drawing into this human guy's face with very fiery hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually, he doesn't look half bad yea (for a ten second sketch)? Should I call him Azzy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I think I'll call him Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; Nooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; Alright, go ahead and call him Edward Cullen then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after we exited the zoo, we bought Ben and Jerry's. :)&lt;br /&gt;And after I got home I stayed up to about 1 plus chatting on MSN with Sarah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And today! Was the day! Of the choir audition! :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to sing a Latin song with another choir member. I was really nervous and wavered a bit at some points, but at least the judges understood and told us to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to read notes and all. I don't think I can pass the audition.&lt;br /&gt;Results come out in the first week of December.&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy sedatives for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my new Ben 10 figurine went missing today as well.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that the Edward Cullen in my sketchbook wasn't so nice after all.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6561950258341499013?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6561950258341499013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6561950258341499013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6561950258341499013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6561950258341499013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/rawr.html' title='RAWR.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5714254074353569310</id><published>2008-11-19T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:52:31.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, Aiyi, I'm going out to the zoo on Friday, with Sarah M..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi: &lt;/strong&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm going to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi:&lt;/strong&gt; With who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;With Sarah M..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi:&lt;/strong&gt; What? Oh, you're going with that Nicole... Nicolette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;No, with Sarah M..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi:&lt;/strong&gt; She's that one who lives in Woodlands right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;No, Aiyi! That's Charlene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, which school is she (Sarah) from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; SCGS, Aiyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi:&lt;/strong&gt; What? Oh I know, she's from MGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No! SCGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi: &lt;/strong&gt;She's your schoolmate? Is she in your class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, Aiyi, I met her through a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi: &lt;/strong&gt;What? She's the one from MGS right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No Aiyi! Sarah is my schoolmate. We are not classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh okay. How old is she? Secondary Three right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh, Secondary Two, Aiyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, she's so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; As in, she'll be Secondary Three next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiyi:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERYRANDOMVERYRANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so I'm going to to zoo on Friday for a fun time with a friend, artsy-fartsy reasons and photography opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If anybody wants to secretly follow me and steal my brand-new camera or my brand-new sketchbook, they now can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday was the choir concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother, mother, grand-aunt and FATHER went to see me perform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The performance was okay. But I just felt a bit the awkward seeing my family in the audience. Especially my Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiz... I have no pictures of the performance. )))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after the performance was all over we went out to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My father wanted to go to some unknown, dirty and secluded place to eat. Very typical of him to ruin our plans. We had all already sort of decided to eat at Suntec. Or Orchard. I HAD TO BRING IN THE WHINING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, after five minutes of (my) complaining, we all ended up at Great World. I'm content with that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The visit to Great World was... great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bumped into my choir-mate. She told me all about THAT THAT audition that the choir had been waiting nervously for the whole year. If we passed it we would go on into the main choir. She had her audition early and basically informed me on what we were going to be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really grateful for her and that she told me that so I can practise for the audition. It's this Saturday. I really want to get into the main choir. And I want everybody else auditioning to get in as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm nervous. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh anyway, I'm into the second part of my room-cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm cleaning my book shelf and giving things away to charity and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cleaned the drawers under my bed already. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next is the bag shelf, closet and glass cabinet! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still have to prepare my Sec. Three work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trying to stick to my resolution not to procrastinate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I am procrastinating on my leisure reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm only at page 50 of New Moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's really, really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mmkay so I should go and clean up my room now, and then continue reading the book till I reach at least 150. Tonight. Am I being too amibitious? If so, fine. At least page 149, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5714254074353569310?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5714254074353569310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5714254074353569310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5714254074353569310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5714254074353569310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-oh-aiyi-im-going-out-to-zoo-on.html' title='Many things...'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2971618790096592077</id><published>2008-11-16T15:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:33:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run and tell THAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 6px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; COLOR: black"&gt;You are 42% geek/nerd.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 42%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;You're as much of a geek as the rest of the world. You're normal! Be happy. Or don't be. Get a soft drink and read some Ctrl+Alt+Del.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_geek_are_you"&gt;How geek are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who think I'm wierd.&lt;br /&gt;SEE???? The quiz results said I was normal! Normal I tell you, I'm friggin' normal! NORMAL! NORMAL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Insert vellicating here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2971618790096592077?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2971618790096592077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2971618790096592077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2971618790096592077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2971618790096592077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-42-geeknerd.html' title='Run and tell THAT.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-4542128079233549738</id><published>2008-11-15T23:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:50:43.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to the Draw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SR7nmLgEImI/AAAAAAAAAOI/91sb7wCAA8Q/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268903257178382946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SR7nmLgEImI/AAAAAAAAAOI/91sb7wCAA8Q/s320/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A failed attempt at perspective-doodling. D:&lt;br /&gt;I can never seem to draw the other side of a human face and all that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even really like the way I draw them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway choir concert is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ma found out about it at the last minute, when she thought it was strange that I should be going to sing on a Sunday instead of just on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the habit of lying to her.&lt;br /&gt;She now she insists on coming to watch me perform. ERRRK.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm really nervous, and the choir audition is next week as well.&lt;br /&gt;*Swallows sedatives to cease hyperventilation*&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last to audition. In a way that's good, because I can use the time before me to ease my nerves, but being the last also means that the judges might be a little tired from all the auditioning before me, and might not assess me that well.&lt;br /&gt;*FINGERSCROSSED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, and I'm officially dead for NYAA.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done CIP AND the physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;GWAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should go.&lt;br /&gt;I must finish reading Twilight by tonight!&lt;br /&gt;And then I can start on New Moon! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;It's rather nice really, and pretty romantic too (I'm such a girl).&lt;br /&gt;But I agree with someone on DeviantArt that Edward Cullen does wear massive amounts of body glitter in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-4542128079233549738?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4542128079233549738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=4542128079233549738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4542128079233549738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/4542128079233549738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/sing-to-draw.html' title='Sing to the Draw.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SR7nmLgEImI/AAAAAAAAAOI/91sb7wCAA8Q/s72-c/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6310445726822521195</id><published>2008-11-12T12:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:29:40.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilightttt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Monday I went out twith Beef and Sotokey.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to say the least. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after getting on my father's wrong side (as punishment he made me kneel down and spat on me), I went out shopping with Aiyi and Kai.&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to stop living under a rock and bought Twilight at Kinokuniya.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyi paid for me. :))&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that so many months of no serious reading hasn't dulled my reading speed.&lt;br /&gt;I've not finished the book yet, but I think it's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you Twilight fans out there reading this must be saying 'YESOFCOURSEITIS'.&lt;br /&gt;From the book I also believe (fangirls' descriptions and movie posters influenced this a little) that Edward Cullen is damn right HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I look forward to reading the rest of the saga. :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6310445726822521195?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6310445726822521195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6310445726822521195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6310445726822521195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6310445726822521195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilightttt.html' title='Twilightttt.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-8485201523542084117</id><published>2008-11-08T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:18:15.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Mum, do you think, just think, that somebody can be a powerful fighter and a great military strategist, and at around fourteen years old and a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; Who, like Mulan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;And can that somebody be really, really evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: &lt;/strong&gt;Who, like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously! XD&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Well, bad questions get bad questions, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-8485201523542084117?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8485201523542084117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=8485201523542084117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8485201523542084117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8485201523542084117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6642739008756446445</id><published>2008-11-07T22:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:24:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RoomClean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265925788984786706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SRRTmuIBvxI/AAAAAAAAANw/wniijWmWhLk/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nobody has a messier room than me. &lt;div&gt;This was the way my desk and chair has been for over a year, since I entered Secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I don't know what has gotten into me for the past couple years. I've unleashed my inner procrastinator to the max. I just refused to clean up my room, using homework as an very stupid excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I entered Secondary Two, things just got worse. I added perfectionism to my list of flaws, and I was afraid to clean up because I was scared it wouldn't turn out neat enough, paired together with being too lazy to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since I'm entering Secondary Three this year, I've done some reflections and decided to stop trying to be so perfect in certain aspects of my life. Because even if I do put more effort in things such as homework, I'll end up exhausted and I won't be able to even do any work at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to clean up my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started on Tuesday, and ended on Thursday to just clean up my desk and drawers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still need to clean up my shelves and wardrobe, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265928068713157426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SRRVraxoEzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pQ2z8QmD_Hs/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I confess. I used to read Winx Club comics when I was younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dumped them after realising what a cheap storyline they had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean seriously, magic fairies in scanty outfits flying around with boys and stuff. I can't believe I wasted my money buying these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mean any offense to people there, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look closely you can see those comics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265928283835300690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SRRV38Kve1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/YiZIJq-zO1Y/s320/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaning up process.&lt;br /&gt;My chair broke btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, so I really hope to do well for the new year, especially in Math and Chem. And I really, really, really hope I don't revert back to my old ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture of my cleared-up room, but it's seriously so much neater. :)&lt;br /&gt;I set aside so much garbage, but before I could sort them out for recycling it was thrown away. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh, I found a lot of things while cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;Like my old drawings from Sec One and from the early part of this year.&lt;br /&gt;At that time when I drew them, I thought they were beautiful. Now, I think they kill my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm worried for the drawings I do now. I really love them, but I don't know what I'll think of them later.&lt;br /&gt;... it's scary to see how my level of expectation has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to say this, but I actually miss sitting at my desk working. All the while I've been doing assignments on the floor because of the lack of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Next step is clearing my shelves and closet and setting up my new laptop and printer. :)&lt;br /&gt;... what should I call my laptop? Jitty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6642739008756446445?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6642739008756446445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6642739008756446445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6642739008756446445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6642739008756446445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/roomclean.html' title='RoomClean!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SRRTmuIBvxI/AAAAAAAAANw/wniijWmWhLk/s72-c/DSC00470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-8841356850309326206</id><published>2008-11-04T21:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:19:55.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CTS quizzzz.</title><content type='html'>Here's a quiz! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are 20 questions in this quiz, each one consisting of an incomplete sentence. End off the sentences the way you want them as an answer and tag three people when you're done! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I am...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your friendly neighborhood teenaged girl with ISSUES. HELLO! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I look like...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Harry Potter gone mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I enjoy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Art, music and cookery. I also enjoy devising alien-related wacko plans to take over the universe and blackmailing people with unglam pictures of them, but that's a different story. I'm just such a nice person. *COUGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If I saw a dying rat on the street, I would...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scream. A helluva lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. On stage in front of an audience, my performance would be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sing???? That's the only thing that professionals train me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I would never take anything off the side of a road unless...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a diamond. Or even better, a star sapphire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. In my family, I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think my brother is scared of me at times. One (or three) relatives said he (they) was (were) scared of me too. They're probably joking, yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;If my boyfriend cheated on me, I would...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take one step at a time, there's no need to rush. It's like learning to fly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not really actually. I'll kick his ass, no matter how non-existent he is (seriously).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If someone angered me (like my boyfriend), I would...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See Question 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. At a high-class tea party, I would like to have...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. If I could change anything about myself, it would be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The fact that I do sometimes tend to take for granted what I've got, and my perfectionist and over-competitive streak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A bully comes over to me! I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ignore him. If he tries to hurt me I'll tell my Mummykins, and my Mummykins will give me a big hug and a nice cup of hot chocolate and permission to slaughter the bully with a lawsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh please as if.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. 13 is an unlucky number, and to ward off the bad luck, I would...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I already have enough bad luck as it is, thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. My ideal partner would be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone... different, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. One of my biggest secrets is that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a bolster I affectionately call Smelly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. I want to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hit the flageolet register one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And get Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko's autographs! Along with Dante Basco's. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If I could control one of the four elements in Mythology, I would control...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earth. It's such a beautiful element, even though I don't think I'm suited for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. I have never...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Done a lot of things in life, and I want to do them now, when I still can, before I regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. My dream holiday is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Staying in a nice little cottage on an England or Scottish countryside and flower garden, peaceful and calm. Or resting in a hammock by myself on a tropical island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Last question! It's time for me to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch Avatar the Abridged Series on YouTube! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... and clean my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag the 3!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Shootie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Tessa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Hannah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mmkay I'm done. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-8841356850309326206?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8841356850309326206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=8841356850309326206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8841356850309326206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8841356850309326206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/cts-quizzzz.html' title='CTS quizzzz.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6362907156941112528</id><published>2008-11-02T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:34:13.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed!</title><content type='html'>New blogskin. :)&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really nice. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go watch the 'Right Here (Departed)' music video by Brandy on YouTube. &lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeoVHUQuzR0"&gt;http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeoVHUQuzR0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I nearly cried while doing so. It's really touching. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6362907156941112528?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6362907156941112528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6362907156941112528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6362907156941112528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6362907156941112528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-blogskin.html' title='Changed!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6175962617797566029</id><published>2008-11-01T16:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:50:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's DRAMATIC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SQwU9_JVsqI/AAAAAAAAANk/AYjeFUiDau8/s1600-h/soup.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263605119644447394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SQwU9_JVsqI/AAAAAAAAANk/AYjeFUiDau8/s320/soup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm suddenly beginning to have this obssession over soup.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm suddenly beginning to dislike aliens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOES! *Runs to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seti.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.seti.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and forces self to marvel at extraterrestrial subjects*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There has to be a way to stop this madness! *Sobs pathetically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or is it that I'm finally over being wierd????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*EPIC FAINT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6175962617797566029?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6175962617797566029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6175962617797566029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6175962617797566029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6175962617797566029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-suddenly-beginning-to-have-this.html' title='It&apos;s DRAMATIC.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SQwU9_JVsqI/AAAAAAAAANk/AYjeFUiDau8/s72-c/soup.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-9061364791361558175</id><published>2008-10-31T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:06:26.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Tessa. :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, on the account of Tessa who asked me to post, I am hence updating again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygwah Streaming results are released today.&lt;br /&gt;My Auntie said she was praying for me the night before to get one of my top two choices. Thank you Aiyi! I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;I checked my results a while ago, but the computer is giving me very unclear things.&lt;br /&gt;But it looks good. I'll go check my results again on another computer. :)&lt;br /&gt;Fingerscrossedfingerscrossed.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everybody doing Streaming this year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday I had a bit of sore throat. It's better today.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to strain it. I'm not going to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beef: &lt;/strong&gt;OMG YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sotokey:&lt;/strong&gt; YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tessa: &lt;/strong&gt;That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mona: &lt;/strong&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other people:&lt;/strong&gt; HALLELUJAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it might get better tomorrow so I can go for choir. Chances are high. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beef: &lt;/strong&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sotokey:&lt;/strong&gt; Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tessa:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mona: &lt;/strong&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other people:&lt;/strong&gt; Aw crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;J.CO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;DONUTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;REALLYREALLYREALLY BADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I might buy some tomorrow and worsen my throat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my chances to not screw up the November choir performance and audition. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, a choir-mate asked me to help her promote her blogshop. It's pretty new, and quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;Just go have a look: &lt;a href="http://shopping-isloveed.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shopping-isloveed.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay gtg now. Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pansypiratecatboi FTW. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-9061364791361558175?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9061364791361558175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=9061364791361558175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/9061364791361558175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/9061364791361558175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-for-tessa.html' title='This is for Tessa. :)'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6139303052886037853</id><published>2008-10-24T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:31:29.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have officially begun.&lt;br /&gt;And today, as the first day of the December holidays, I went out with Beef and Tessa.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, this is the start of a veeeeery productive holiday for yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;As an early New Year's resolution, I promised to not procrastinate so much, try my best in everything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait that was my resolution last year.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't keep that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;And I also promised not to hug so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's going well.&lt;br /&gt;Mona said she likes the new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we were supposed to watch HSM3.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived like ten minuted late, but SOMEONE ELSE came TWO hours late.&lt;br /&gt;Well! At least the Beef apologised.&lt;br /&gt;... and let us take a few unglam shots of her. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think my phone really hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to take bad pictures of the Beef, but for once my phone camera actually started functioning properly and took nice pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessa's phone, on the other hand, likes her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One shot, and out came a terrible picture of Beef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, we forgot about the movie, and went about shopping instead.&lt;br /&gt;Tessa had to leave at three. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bought files at Isetan, a nice book at Kinokuniya, socks and a tie at Far East...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shootie saw this yellow shirt and kicked up a fuss on whether to buy it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end, she did. She said she felt a whole lot better. My advice mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then at Taka, we sat on a bench and began talking lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went to arm wrestle. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beef won four times out of six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I beat her with my left hand, but I suck with my right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's powderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANDNANDAND apparently, we used so much strength, the bench moved from its original postion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope the lady seated at the other side of the bench didn't think we were more retarded than we really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757727207305650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SQH3R7uVMbI/AAAAAAAAANc/c465NNTbcYk/s320/retards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you MT for putting this one your blog. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to watch HSM3 with my mum and brother tomorrow after choir. Maybe sis is coming along? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6139303052886037853?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6139303052886037853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6139303052886037853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6139303052886037853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6139303052886037853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SQH3R7uVMbI/AAAAAAAAANc/c465NNTbcYk/s72-c/retards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-414670737141456070</id><published>2008-10-20T20:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:16:14.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talented.</title><content type='html'>YAYA TalentTime! :D&lt;br /&gt;It was funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting to have a bit of competition and all, but in the end every class walked away with a prize, which were ALL mini lecture pads.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I didn't think that was bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;2GR got the prize for being the most energetic. :D&lt;br /&gt;But a few of us thought that aside from that, WE also should have gotten the most creative, most united, most sychronised and so on. Well, SY can keep the prize for the best costume. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh 2GY's performance was super! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all the good points of this TalentTime, I felt really ugly and unfashionable, especially on stage.&lt;br /&gt;I need a wardrobe makeover, like seriously. Everybody was dressed so damn well to go on stage. Except for me.&lt;br /&gt;I had to borrow clothes from two classmates and all.&lt;br /&gt;I had snuck into my sister's cupboard for a polka-dotted tie, and that was the only thing people ever commented on, saying it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, my sister's always buying sooooo many awesome clothes. I would take some of them (doesn't matter if I ask permission, I'd always return them) but it's sad that she's not my size. I'm FLABBIER! D:&lt;br /&gt;OH I THINK I SCREWED UP PART OF THE PERFORMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I always feel that people are secretly looking at me, laughing at me. D:&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. Is that a sign of dunno-what-compulsive-sydrome?????&lt;br /&gt;ERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a happier note, I'm so glad for Okto channel.&lt;br /&gt;They're showing AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER. :DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218678875782626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPx_hh59feI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DUfL6m3nd5Q/s320/Avatar_by_arriku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218683563323314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPx_hzXjr7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/C6Gerr0xvIg/s320/Zutara_Wallpaper_by_AnimantX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218689273872338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPx_iIpDv9I/AAAAAAAAANE/wo5Lrzf90Ys/s320/Avatar_2_by_osy057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218688226742914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPx_iEvZ0oI/AAAAAAAAANM/3-vUGSOpOyU/s320/Airbender_Aang_by_mystryl_shada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218692037403170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPx_iS774iI/AAAAAAAAANU/HAGVFnWTorw/s320/Avatar_Sketch_by_pokefreak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just some fantastic fanart off &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;. GWAH I wanna draw like that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just so you Avatards know, I'm NEUTRAL in my shipping. It's just that I owe it to ZUTARA here that I became more interested in the show and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back onto the topic, TalentTime was basically really great. It's such a great opportunity for the class to bond together. It's also about our last time together too. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss 2GR. Sure, it wasn't as united or BOOM like 1SE and 1GY 2007, but hey, we did pretty well. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was still a GReat class. :D&lt;br /&gt;Kay bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-414670737141456070?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/414670737141456070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=414670737141456070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/414670737141456070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/414670737141456070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/yaya-talenttime-d-it-was-funnnn.html' title='Talented.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPx_hh59feI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DUfL6m3nd5Q/s72-c/Avatar_by_arriku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2147216182022263313</id><published>2008-10-17T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:34:38.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't want to sound like an ordinary, normal teenager ranting out here, otherwise nobody will ever take me seriously in later events. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry Ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm really, really sorry for being so rude nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I should say sorry to the rest of the family too, but yeah, you're the more significant one right now, right in this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As a teen, I can't understand why something like one sentence spoken by me can trigger off a long lecture from an adult like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was walking around the house and consuming a piece of fruit, and you called me a pain and brought up the subject on how I failed Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please, tell me how flunking a subject in school can be connected to strolling around the place eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is so wrong about walking around eating??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, that was a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you're still being very edgy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And it's putting a strain in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I know you love me, but I cannot get your way of showing it. Seriously, threatening to take me out of school if I don't take double Math? I understand that Math is important, but can I cope as one of the worst students in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And please stop saying that I'm trying my best to fail Math just to spite your face and reputation. You said I was unteachable, and told me I was a goner in life. Oh, did I mention you hit me with a heavy Math textbook and cut my hair so I went to school looking like the laughing stock I have always been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you don't remember that, well, no surprise there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I answer questions and you cannot hear them, it can lead to a screaming spree, from YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's no need to shout. Like you said, I should be polite and ask people nicely. You're my senior, but you're not being very polite yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And you wonder why I'm so rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't smile much anymore, do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm stressed, Ma. you are too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Be please, trust me when I say that I'm worried for you, and I hope you don't bash your head over problems that aren't yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's my fault anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I'm in the wrong, and I know I can't admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just to conceited and selfish to apologise to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've become cruel. I don't seem like it, but there were points in this time where I actually enjoyed playing around with the answers to questions you posed for me, mentally torturing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because I thought, what's a little bit of mind games from me compared to what you've done to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I'm not going to do it any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yes, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I also feel that I'm not the only one who should apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please think about this should you ever see this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow look at how pointless I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's yelling at me now. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2147216182022263313?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2147216182022263313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2147216182022263313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2147216182022263313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2147216182022263313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-to-sound-like-ordinary.html' title='Goodness.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2728001663608901395</id><published>2008-10-13T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:19:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPNKr6Bt8UI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WO-QN2IprFw/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256627308242792770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPNKr6Bt8UI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WO-QN2IprFw/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2728001663608901395?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2728001663608901395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2728001663608901395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2728001663608901395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2728001663608901395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SPNKr6Bt8UI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WO-QN2IprFw/s72-c/DSC00447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-3563403683886643305</id><published>2008-10-08T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:36:55.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay outings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was... okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had better mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to go to school today; I overslept but I still thought I could get there on time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I was wrong, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took the wrong bus (154A instead of 154, because that was the only ones that came along) at a late time and I ended up stranded at Ngee Ann Polytechnic. Smaaaaart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Screw it, screw it, screw it, screw it, screw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided to walk for a while (I need exercise for Pete's sake) and stopped at another bus stop along the way to wait for a 154.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I waited for a while and then I gave up, especially since I was running late. I got up and continued walking. I was considering taking a taxi, but decided not to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few seconds after leaving the bus stop, THE FRIGGIN' bus 154 came. And I missed it. I bet the people on that bus were laughing at me like there was no shit in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: I just want to stick a knife into somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then while walking along King Albert Park I nearly got hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe I was that blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, after giving myself a few much-deserved whacks on my head, I decided to be more sensible and sat down at the nearest bus stop to wait for a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IT WORKED. IT WORKED. IT WORKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I was still half an hour late for the presentation thing anyway. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I reached school, I didn't know where to go for the presentation, and was struck wandering around the compounds like an idiot until those from SCENTA found me and took me to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had the presentation, blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what I have learnt today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Never oversleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll never, ever abuse those lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nah who am I kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, I went out with Nicole and Mona! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brightened up my day. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got some stuff and all for school, and I bought Mamegoma and Rilakkuma (sp?) things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love them so mach. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then watched 'The House Bunny'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was okay, and pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and there was a girl called Mona in it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And halfway through the movie, I realised I had forgotten to put my phone to silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... because my father called me and my ringtone blasted into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie Mona told me I was swearing heavily while forcefully shutting off my poor phone, but I don't remember doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and at Kinokuniya (sp?) I saw the annual Ben 10 issue 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It cost $22.50, a price that would make me feel guilty if I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was heartbroken kay! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I got over it after seeing that someone drew moustaches on the people in several of the advertisment pictures along the road. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On to another topic, I'm really glad that the exams are finally over and done with, even though I know I'll do badly and end up in single science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My father crashed the house computer, and that was like the best thing that ever happened to me. My mother took me out and got me a new laptop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now I'm using my father's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now that the exams are bye-bye I can finally set the laptop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I need to clean up my room to make space on the table for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh. So ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall go clean up one of these days. I'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-3563403683886643305?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3563403683886643305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=3563403683886643305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3563403683886643305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3563403683886643305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-outings.html' title='Yay outings!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7791769275668536263</id><published>2008-10-04T11:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:35:11.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREECHWITHHAPPEHNESSZZZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay so there's still half an English paper on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT HOW THE HECK DO YOU STUDY FOR THAT?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY SO EXAMS ARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXAMS ARE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXAMS ARE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAAAAAAA----LAAYYY----LOOOOO----YAHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something longer after I adjust my mentality. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7791769275668536263?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7791769275668536263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=7791769275668536263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7791769275668536263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7791769275668536263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-yay.html' title='SCREECHWITHHAPPEHNESSZZZ.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6487701179664737608</id><published>2008-09-27T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:21:25.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating...</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm finally posting again even though I'm not supposed to, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's Chinese was so-so. And History was demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;Friday's English was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Monday is Lit and Science. Hoo boy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will ever score well enough to be in double science. And full Geog half Lit. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared for the other exams. I'm afraid that it may be just like History- you study really hackin' hard then in the exam strange, VAGUELY PHRASED questions pop out and you feel like you've really wasted your time mugging for the subject.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm studying really hard, other than this little break I'm taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I introduced my sister to Fred on Youtube last night.&lt;br /&gt;She actually liked it. YAYA.&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now. Want to finish memorising Chem formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you see I'm white and nerdy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6487701179664737608?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6487701179664737608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6487701179664737608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6487701179664737608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6487701179664737608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/updating.html' title='Updating...'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-898201808790120785</id><published>2008-09-04T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:40:25.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qjkJPTbDBg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qjkJPTbDBg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really cracked me up!&lt;br /&gt;But just a few things to note,&lt;br /&gt;If you know and watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, or better yet, you're a complete Avatard, you can better understand the video.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CAN&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; STAND VIOLENCE AND A D@MN A LOT OF SWEARING, best you don't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and read the owner's comments before watching, there's a lot more to the video than you think.&lt;br /&gt;The person in this video is ACTING, okay?&lt;br /&gt;And I watched the video for fun, not for racism purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-898201808790120785?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/898201808790120785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=898201808790120785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/898201808790120785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/898201808790120785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahahahahahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-9005486677376645142</id><published>2008-08-31T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:37:21.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holidays!</title><content type='html'>... Now let us mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-9005486677376645142?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9005486677376645142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=9005486677376645142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/9005486677376645142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/9005486677376645142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy holidays!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6544440488941673597</id><published>2008-08-24T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:33:20.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... Again!</title><content type='html'>I'm posting on the account of Shootie and a few others who have asked me to post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, had choir on Saturday and we probably have to do more songs for our performance in November than the one in April. &lt;br /&gt;Oh dear~~~&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the songs we were given.&lt;br /&gt;I think some of you know it; it's called 'The Goslings'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a pretty little gosling,&lt;br /&gt;And a fine young gosling he;&lt;br /&gt;And "I love you,' he said, "so dearly;"&lt;br /&gt;And "I love you too," said she.&lt;br /&gt;But "Alas!" We must part," he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm off to the world so wide;&lt;br /&gt;But love, don't fear, I'll come next year,&lt;br /&gt;And make you, and make you, my little bride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*humming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas Michaelmas day at morning,&lt;br /&gt;That he came home once more,&lt;br /&gt;He met his true love's mother,&lt;br /&gt;And oh! She was weeping sore.&lt;br /&gt;"Too late you have come," she whispered,&lt;br /&gt;"They've taken your love away,&lt;br /&gt;She never will be your bride, ah, me!&lt;br /&gt;For she's going, she's going to be cooked... today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*humming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then up he went to the farmhouse:&lt;br /&gt;"Where is my love?" he said;&lt;br /&gt;But the farmer's wife she seized a knife&lt;br /&gt;And cut off his little head.&lt;br /&gt;And she served him up with his true love,&lt;br /&gt;On a dish so deep and wide,&lt;br /&gt;So though in life they were parted,&lt;br /&gt;In death they were side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, gotta love black humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after choir when home, then later went out again to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Mache and watched 'Money No Enough 2'.&lt;br /&gt;My sis went to see '4bia' by herself. &lt;br /&gt;I think that this movie (MNE2) isn't as funny as the other Jack Neo movies, even though I laughed at some parts, but for the lacked of that, it was very touching. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love you Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're a mean, sadistic person always intent on making me do two hours of Math everyday. XD&lt;br /&gt;BLEH ALGEBRA! XP&lt;br /&gt;I think the guy sitting beside me in the cinema think I siao. I laugh so hard, especially when the promotional commercial of 'Disaster Movie' come on. My gosh I am going to see that movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was leafing though the photos in my phone...&lt;br /&gt;Sis: *Comes to a picture of Shootie* EHI! This picture so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excuse me? That's Shootie!&lt;br /&gt;Sis: I meant ugly as in the face in this picture isn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;EGOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Shootie, please don't get offended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lemme troop back to the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make it into the top 40 of N.E.mation.&lt;br /&gt;The results came out on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sorry, I know that you all must know about that and that you're sick of me babbling on about it like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't think about all the effort our group has put in.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On Friday*&lt;br /&gt;Rainne: I got the email (for the results) late last night.&lt;br /&gt;Me: We didn't make it in?&lt;br /&gt;Rainne: No.&lt;br /&gt;We were the more upset ones in our group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess many people have worked harder than us, and so congrats to them. :)&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the one SCGS group for getting in! :D&lt;br /&gt;Must make it into the top ten okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;Shall vote for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I was a bit jealous initially, although you probably didn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I felt like a bit of a failure, because I never seem to be the kind of person who wins.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shootie gave me a hug!&lt;br /&gt;GASP!!!&lt;br /&gt;GASPPPP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But it was so wierd I backed off. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quotes from Rainne! They cracked me up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stop insulting the stupid people!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Soak up my radiant brilliance, mortals.'&lt;br /&gt;'And you know what? That quote's just about as stupid as you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OH MY GOD, A GIANT ROCK.'&lt;br /&gt;'OH MY GOD, ANOTHER GIANT ROCK.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bow to me... now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koqkwairo: I can't believe this ugly wierdo is my brother!&lt;br /&gt;'Yes. See the family resemblance?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6544440488941673597?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6544440488941673597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6544440488941673597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6544440488941673597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6544440488941673597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/again.html' title='... Again!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-1874310479321052563</id><published>2008-08-15T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:05:04.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Erk.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me lately.&lt;br /&gt;I've been acting like more effing crappy than I usually am.&lt;br /&gt;I crack stupid, crude, remarks that offends so many around me.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;My grades aren't up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very prepared.&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I SLACKING AND ALL?!!? AND WALLOWING IN SELF-PITY?!!? THAT'S THE DUMBEST THING IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to let the stress get to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Pa might see the stress.&lt;br /&gt;He might use it against me???&lt;br /&gt;Man I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, stay strong, Alientic,&lt;br /&gt;Raii,&lt;br /&gt;Koqkwairo,&lt;br /&gt;Auntie,&lt;br /&gt;Slipper,&lt;br /&gt;Aliengirl,&lt;br /&gt;RongRong,&lt;br /&gt;YR,&lt;br /&gt;Ronyi.&lt;br /&gt;You can do this.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. Just to be reassured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-1874310479321052563?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1874310479321052563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=1874310479321052563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1874310479321052563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1874310479321052563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2115638311415238209</id><published>2008-08-10T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:40:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's another quiz!</title><content type='html'>Shootie tagged me to do this. :)&lt;br /&gt;Kay, let us get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following queations. They have to be real places, names or objects. You CAN'T use your own name for the boy/girl question. Tage 5 people to do this. And have a nice time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh) YI RONG.&lt;br /&gt;1) 4 letter word&lt;br /&gt;YELL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Boy's name&lt;br /&gt;Yogi, Yehuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Girl's name&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Occupation&lt;br /&gt;Errr... Yucky garbage researcher???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A colour&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Something you wear&lt;br /&gt;... Yellow stockings???????&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Beverage&lt;br /&gt;Yoghurt shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Food&lt;br /&gt;Yummy oreo cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Something found in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Yellow-coloured tube of lemon-scented cleansing foam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) A place&lt;br /&gt;Yeti-land (Tibet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Reason to being late&lt;br /&gt;Y was I late? I was watching my favourite TV show about alien dog-food, DUH, YOU IDIOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5:&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, Amanda, Teen Zhen, Su Hui, Xue Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2115638311415238209?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2115638311415238209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2115638311415238209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2115638311415238209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2115638311415238209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-another-quiz.html' title='It&apos;s another quiz!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-3478445847557689313</id><published>2008-07-31T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:37:51.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO AND SOAK MY HEAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eighteen months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's how long it took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eighteen months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It started off as an inkling of an idea inside of my head, and over that eighteen months it developed into a detailed story in my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over that eighteen months, I planned every single thing in that story; the irony, the humour, the love, the hate, the settings, the sub-plot, the character design and trivial details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was to entertain myself at times when I was bored, and at other times I just felt dedicated to that story to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love the imaginary world of Anzukia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It took effort, love and time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had always been wanting to write this story of mine down in black-and-white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have the information and thoughts in my head that I had accumulated over eighteen months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just don't have the skills to pen them down, and plus, schoolwork was a big piriority of my life, so that writing had to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night I said to myself that I just had to do it, I just had to type it out. 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-3478445847557689313?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3478445847557689313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=3478445847557689313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3478445847557689313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3478445847557689313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/eighteen-months.html' title='GO AND SOAK MY HEAD.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-9138458746567194433</id><published>2008-07-25T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:09:33.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to say.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Ma's going to kill me if she finds out I'm on the internet and it's not for the purpose of homework.&lt;br /&gt;She's been kinda cold to me and has been on my back when I told her about how I had to skip a lesson of choir because of N.E.mation.&lt;br /&gt;The choir wouldn't mind as long as I give them a notice in advance because N.E.mation's a valid reason. I need to skip just this one lesson for my N.E.mation group. Rainne was telling me to please do so too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ma let me skip it, but I could tell she was quite disppointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;One sentence I speak can now trigger off something bad.&lt;br /&gt;So I told her that I will cope with everything I have on my hands right now.&lt;br /&gt;I made a commitment to study hard and I'm definately not going to break it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show my Ma that I'm not a stupid person.&lt;br /&gt;She denies it, but I think that Ma feels I can't do it for N.E.mation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to go on the internet for my personal uses anymore on weekdays, and I'm only allowed an hour on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;When doing homework on the com the maximum I'll get is two hours.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pressured, but I'm trying to control it.&lt;br /&gt;Ma's probably right. I gotta study. My results haven't been up to hers and my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;I also don't want to stress her out too much. She's very busy handling work and us.&lt;br /&gt;So just to say I won't be blogging very often anymore and I won't be going on MSN anymore until exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, bet some of you are veeeeery happy to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-9138458746567194433?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9138458746567194433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=9138458746567194433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/9138458746567194433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/9138458746567194433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-to-say.html' title='Something to say.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-111494445573076635</id><published>2008-07-24T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:37:05.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DA.</title><content type='html'>My deviantART account will dieeeeeee if I don't post something proper up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Must finish drawing of N.O.-J.C., Rainne's Elements (Earth, Water and Fire), and Class of the Titans drawing.&lt;br /&gt;And there's NEmation too. Got an email on it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just a pointless post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-111494445573076635?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/111494445573076635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=111494445573076635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/111494445573076635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/111494445573076635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-deviantart-account-will-dieeeeeee-if.html' title='DA.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6860455639219732685</id><published>2008-07-24T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:30:11.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHEW!</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a pretty long day.&lt;br /&gt;It's been one thing after another.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I got scolded and yelled at veeeeeery badly in the car.&lt;br /&gt;I was partially in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk about it any further.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I didn't bring my wallet, tissue and my handphone to school.&lt;br /&gt;Smaaaaaaaart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then first lesson of the day was Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Got our tests back.&lt;br /&gt;I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was Chinese, and had to do Compo. I overshot the lesson time and spent some of my recess completing it and giving it to Lao Shi.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way I have to do lines for Lao Shi because I said 'SHIT' in front of her when I couldn't finish compo in the lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was Science, and had Practical. I didn't study much.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the same test-tube three times (wooden holder got something wrong!) and my hand was shaking and the chemicals fell all over the table and my paper got wet. Goodness knows why the test-tube didn't break. But I finished the test. HopeIpasshopeIpass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was music and I didn't do the Music Assignment. Teacher let me off along with some other girls. I'm to finish the assignment tonight and it's going fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Home Economics. FASHIONPARADEDAY!&lt;br /&gt;We walked down a make-believe runway and posed for the camera in our self-designed-and-made shirts.&lt;br /&gt;I did a crappy muscle-man pose. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;I got full marks for design and 4 out of 5 for presentation. :D&lt;br /&gt;Now there's the grading on workmanship. That's like 15 marks?? Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I had no CCA on that day. I went to my Aunt's house straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;I put Nicole the pudding plushie on my Aunt and made Nicole tell her to love her.&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt was so funny. She was so mean to Nicole. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another thing.&lt;br /&gt;A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KELLY. :)&lt;br /&gt;AND A HAPPY BELDATED BIRTHDAY TO SU HUI. :D&lt;br /&gt;Eh I'm nice can. I wished Su Hui on the day itself on her blog. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what else I wanted to blog about, and I somehow don't feel like posting about what happened in Art Club, though it was SUPER FUN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6860455639219732685?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6860455639219732685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6860455639219732685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6860455639219732685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/6860455639219732685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/phew.html' title='PHEW!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-8543464047322892224</id><published>2008-07-23T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:01:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to do a long post.&lt;br /&gt;And so many exciting things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;Doing home Econs now.&lt;br /&gt;I think the shirt looks okay.&lt;br /&gt;I think can make a good show out of it at tomorrow's fashion parade lah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we did good for our Twelfth Night performance... I'm so happy for all the group members. :)&lt;br /&gt;And there's Science Pratical tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-8543464047322892224?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8543464047322892224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=8543464047322892224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8543464047322892224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8543464047322892224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-444545914845328238</id><published>2008-07-18T19:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:13:47.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just... stuff.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Big Math test this Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loads of homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I failed my Science test, thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There goes my goal of an A1 flying out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to fail my Geography and Chinese too, most probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man I feel bummed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, at least I got that certificate for the ACM touchstone program. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My aunt took me out for ice cream at Swensen's. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And taught me how to do proper stitches, because I'm redoing the sewing on my HE shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My aunt was being obscene back at her house.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Eh you know ar, everytime I hang out my washing, that lady above me drips water directly on it leh! One day, I'm going to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;saw her anus into two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(highlight to read).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Eee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday stayed in the library to do Science until the library closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Four stories below me, I heard what seemed to be the NCC girls shouting some organised stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SUPER loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and it's official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm joining N.E.mation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The names have been given to the teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm with Rainne, Zahrah and Vera.&lt;br /&gt;Feel pretty nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think we should go with Rainne's idea for the animation concept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's simple but it's also elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Twelfth Night performance on Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My group's been practising and practising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Glad that I have a part to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But we must be more serious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not the leader of this thing, but just to say something, we cannot giggle on 'not-giggly' lines on the real day, we cannot have pauses, we must memorise things for the group, we must know what we are doing, we have to have convincing actions and expressions, the audience needs to know what we are doing, we must be natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woah that's a lot of things. But we as a group have already fulfilled plenty of them, and we are all already very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I need to improve on my soliloquy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to remember thatTHAT line.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and bang into the door while making my exit, to show how blur Malvolio is under his self-delusion and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That should be all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is Nicole the pudding plushie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224321723770061554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SICE7ZmrwvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8gRWXIQy3m4/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Ronyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-444545914845328238?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/444545914845328238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=444545914845328238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/444545914845328238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/444545914845328238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-stuff.html' title='Just... stuff.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SICE7ZmrwvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8gRWXIQy3m4/s72-c/DSC00271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7750741394686166498</id><published>2008-07-15T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:19:37.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little nervous right now...</title><content type='html'>Heyyos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, Chloe and Nicole are so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;They got me a belated birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they got a mini Pom-Pom. 8D&lt;br /&gt;Who I have affectionally decided to call Chomp-Chomp. XD&lt;br /&gt;And they got me that lovely pudding plushie I've always wanted!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;And that prettypretty card.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you Hai In for that lovely keychain and card too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Rainne asked me if I wanted to sign up for N.E.mation and be in her group.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, O_O.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even do a Flash, no training, no software and you're asking me to take part in this?!!?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I had what it took to be in that competition, and I still don't.&lt;br /&gt;But in then end I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to have a new experience and also because I would get training in animation, which is like, so, so cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Hai In couldn't join. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Rainne's pretty cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOH.&lt;br /&gt;We freaked the shit outta Shootie during Flag-raising today.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tessa were acting like bimbos in a beauty contest, saying in this really prissy tone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT WORLD PEACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pronouciation was exaggerated and it sounded really funny, all-in-all.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why Shootie was like AH-AH-AH (quite a good impersonation of Chermaine :D).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I pinned down Shootie's hands so she couldn't cover her ears.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, how mean.&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, me and Tessa aren't bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I've never been called one in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we joke around, but really we aren't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more like the 'Aliengirl'.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also got candies for those classmates in the Inter-class debate.&lt;br /&gt;Just to cheer them on.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I hope we win, I think there's a high chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the 'O' levels listening comprehension, Art Club was held in the Amphi, and then it ended veeeery early.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;Gave Nicole a BEEEEG hug.&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW, I called my pudding plushie Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;I was hugging the plushie, so clear your dirty minds. XD&lt;br /&gt;Nicole used to be in the Green Team in primary school, and the plushie's, well, green.&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and I don't know why I'm suddenly thinking of the time my father made me kneel down poured soy sauce on my head to punish me for something I have long forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7750741394686166498?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7750741394686166498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=7750741394686166498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7750741394686166498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7750741394686166498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-nervous-right-now.html' title='A little nervous right now...'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-3092265853094224585</id><published>2008-07-13T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:19:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All my close friends at school seemed to have forgotten or didn't even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, until I reminded them. And felt guilty about it because I thought I was being selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then there was a classmate who had the same birthday as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone remembered hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Watching people wish her well and sing her songs, I felt kind of... envious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also felt kind of hurt that friends had forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Another classmate saw me trying not to tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then she asked me when my birthday was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I felt sad that I made the effort to remember other people's birthdays when they didn't remember mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I thought my thinking was somewhat like a b!+ch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of course, I don't blame them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I'm not the most important person in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So that's understandable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But it still stung a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After school I went for a mini shopping session to cheer myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bought myself four presents. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I got home, at least my family remembered my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I still got scolded big time when I didn't wake up from a nap in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And numerous other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shootie wished me on her blog. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And got me a unique present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It made me laugh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, but one thing for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't really need presents for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want to be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, today I went for Training Choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then went out for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh by the way, I'm drawing out the cast from N.O.-J.C. as requested, but I don't know how to draw MT and Sarah. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heehee, it's getting quite popular anyway. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Ronyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-3092265853094224585?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3092265853094224585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=3092265853094224585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3092265853094224585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3092265853094224585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourteen.html' title='Fourteen.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5810274286275912945</id><published>2008-07-09T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:30:37.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's another Wedneday???</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Had prefect's election doing assembly today.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not a nominee. :P&lt;br /&gt;I voted for everybody I wanted, then I had a vote left and didn't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I voted for someone people wouldn't have expected me to vote for, just to be nice and also because I think she'd make a good prefect. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then during recess Shootie and Nicole discovered my talent!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... for snorting. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was loadsa laughterrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The after recess had to go for career talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was in the Scientist class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shootie had the same as me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YAYA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we sat beside each other in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The talk was okay, but the the lady spoke really softly, and we couldn't really get her and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tried my best to stay attentive, but was doodling on my foolscap with Shootie. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked a few questions to be nice since everything was rather... uninteracive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, but 'twas alright on the whole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, that person who left that comment on Shootie's Friendster has a screw loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Ronyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5810274286275912945?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5810274286275912945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5810274286275912945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5810274286275912945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5810274286275912945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-another-wedneday.html' title='It&apos;s another Wedneday???'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-6975225602718688930</id><published>2008-07-04T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:29:59.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend and Youth Day hol..</title><content type='html'>Well, the weekend is here.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast.&lt;br /&gt;And it's the Youth Day holiday too.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMMMMMNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;We have so much homework. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm kinda starting to hate any sort of vacation. We're always given more work because we're 'free'.&lt;/div&gt;Work work work until buay tahan sia.&lt;br /&gt;So is there any time to squeeze in hobbies, some fun, RELAXATION and some revision for weaker subjects?!&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's basically how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Stressed and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to help set up the SCGS's booth in the MOE Excel Fest yesterday (at Suntec).&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat Japanese buffet with Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and happy belated Roswell UFO day!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post it yesterday, but no time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to do over the next three days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Twelfth Night Logs for Act. 2.4 and 2.5&lt;br /&gt;- Voice Training&lt;br /&gt;- Revise Math&lt;br /&gt;- Tuition&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare Chinese, History, and Math files&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese letter&lt;br /&gt;- Geog. worksheet&lt;br /&gt;- Science workbook&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese composition corrections&lt;br /&gt;- Rainne's drawing&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Emy's house to do Twelfth Night project&lt;br /&gt;- Study for test&lt;br /&gt;- Am I leaving anything out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this should set some of my thoughts straight.&lt;br /&gt;Going to do History now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-6975225602718688930?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6975225602718688930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=6975225602718688930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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know, I've been wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just a normal teenager living a normal life and going to a normal school and having normal hobbies and normal normal who knows what else (but I do have weird obssessions and problems to deal with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I were the daughter of a queen, life would obviously be so darn different from what I'm living now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would be an extraordinary princess staying in a grand palace with velvet beds and high teas and jewelry and if I ever wanted anything (e.g.: plastic surgery) I'd be able to get it because I'm so damn rich. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seems as though if I had a chance, I would go be a royalty because I like to the different one, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I was living that kinda life, I'd have a bigbigbig reputation to upkeep and I don't think it's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahem,,, and I'm just not princess-like (I mean, come on, look at me in general!), and is it necessary to wear gowns when I prefer bermudas with T-shirts, giving me an all-round rugged look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mum (the queen) would faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And let us not forget my little obssession with aliens and outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every day I'd wake up to a room filled with with astronomy and extraterrrestrial models, and I could buy more whenever I want to because of my wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yep I won't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just wanna be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But most of all, if I were a queen's daughter, I wouldn't get to know all the wonderful people that I know now because of my status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like Rainne, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yes, Shootie, even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I wouldn't have such great people to cheer me up when I'm down and do top-scoring projects with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wouldn't have them to make me laugh at any point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everybody is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just having them there, so many friends of different races, religions and personalities and they all get along so well, gives me that really-awesome-happy-kind-of-feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I would gladly have that over a crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Ronyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5911231915498438890?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5911231915498438890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5911231915498438890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5911231915498438890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5911231915498438890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-pdering.html' title='Random pondering.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5313871909274044683</id><published>2008-07-01T21:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:40:03.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERMAINEEEEEE!!!! :DDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 14th birthday!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heehee... I don't know you THATTHAT well, but I really admire your self-discipline and determination (you gave up comic books for streaming year), and you make me laughhhhh. So yeah, I'm grateful for all that :). You may not be reading this, still, anyway. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're a super person and I wish you well for your special day and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the present I gave you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And once again, happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, happy NCC Day too! The cadets looked so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had Art today and we did a lottttttttta things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mostly for the coming exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great that we're being productive. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND THE SCIENCE TEST TODAY WAS DA BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Ronyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5313871909274044683?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5313871909274044683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5313871909274044683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5313871909274044683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5313871909274044683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-dayyy.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-1383067387678505578</id><published>2008-06-26T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:37:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few events...</title><content type='html'>Gah I haven't blogged for ages.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't go on for a few nights because I had to do Math homework.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a lot of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 23rd:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;And it sucked. ITSUCKEDITSUCKEDITSUCKED. D:&lt;br /&gt;There was so much homework given to us.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling more stressed up than normal lately.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't really complain so much because I got to see all my friends after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Yaya!&lt;br /&gt;Rainne wasn't there on the first day... she was coming back from America.&lt;br /&gt;Shootie got me a present from her trip to Malaysia. :D&lt;br /&gt;It was a beauty mirror and comb set. O_o&lt;br /&gt;I am not that vain!&lt;br /&gt;Mona: But you sure are ego.&lt;br /&gt;Well, pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;Well, uh, thanks anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 24th:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Rainne! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;She really enjoyed herself in America.&lt;br /&gt;So lucky. :)&lt;br /&gt;When I went there in Primary 2, things were so damn rush.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Rainne got us presents! :D&lt;br /&gt;Nicole got a toy pig as a belated birthday gift...&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT A BEN 10 COLLECTIBLE ACTION FIGURE WITH ALIEN-LIKE ACESSORIES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's something I've been wanting for so long but I never get the chance to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;I was just about as happy as HuiJun was when she hugged her idol from The Click Five (well, that's what Shootie told me...).&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaa I'm wierddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;Rainne bought bubble-gum-lollipops for class. And gave one to me.&lt;br /&gt;She's so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh and Zy got me a keychain from Sabah. It's a turtleeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you both Zy and Rainne! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I combed my hair using Shootie's beauty set and I asked her if my hair looked neat.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she said yes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Art Club and the Sec. Fours had stepped down. :(&lt;br /&gt;Shall miss them, and in a couple of years time it's going to be my turn to go away.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 25th:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAI! :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear brother's seventeenth. :)&lt;br /&gt;My class was also celebrating the birthdays of those born in June and July.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a July baby. :P&lt;br /&gt;So in class, we ate chocolate cake from Cystal Jade.&lt;br /&gt;Then at my aunt's house, in celebration of Kai's b'day, we ate chocolate cake from Prima Deli.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all and my mum ate dinner at Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;Then at home we ate another chocolate cake from Lana.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stayed up until 2 in the morining finishing up Math.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, sacrificing a bit for a somebody's one-in-a-time-an-age birthday is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Adding on, it's a sibling of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Who'm I to ruin it for him?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to have a more healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah! Saw the NCC performance in the canteen during combined recess! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Gaya very well (and I don't think she knows me), but she does act very well.&lt;br /&gt;The show was funny, I was laughing my head off at some points. Especially at the 'toilet bowl song.' :)&lt;br /&gt;Shootie was acting! WOOT! As someone from the future.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Now I know she's quite a flirtatous &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;boy. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't understand some parts, because there was static problems with the mike, plus, some were speaking quite softly (sorry, Shootie, I couldn't really make out what you were saying)...&lt;br /&gt;But all in all the show was good.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could've sayed to watch the Debate performance, but I had errands to run. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed behind to clean up the classroom after school on my own accord.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want the class to be so dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Then at my aunt's house I slept with my hair wet.&lt;br /&gt;It poofed out into a mohawk, but now it's settled down, it got flatter, my fringe is swept off to an angle and the ends are frayed.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I look better compared to the usual one I have.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-1383067387678505578?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1383067387678505578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=1383067387678505578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1383067387678505578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1383067387678505578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-events.html' title='A few events...'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5859992965051937172</id><published>2008-06-22T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:37:30.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh lah-dee-da.</title><content type='html'>School is starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want. DDDDD::::&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a wasted holiday...&lt;br /&gt;And then there's that Twelfth Night test on Tuesday;&lt;br /&gt;And that horrible Geography projectI have to do on days after school.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5859992965051937172?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5859992965051937172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5859992965051937172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5859992965051937172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5859992965051937172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-lah-dee-da.html' title='Oh lah-dee-da.'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-3311504610204132225</id><published>2008-06-15T22:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:20:06.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben 10?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUukVh_WGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/R3xv5Iv4lds/s1600-h/goop_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123345541093474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUukVh_WGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/R3xv5Iv4lds/s320/goop_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUuktiYuGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PKFMKfRMZUo/s1600-h/group_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123351985207394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUuktiYuGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PKFMKfRMZUo/s320/group_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUulBRkzmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tk47rxwb_qE/s1600-h/ben_solo_1280_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123357283405410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUulBRkzmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tk47rxwb_qE/s320/ben_solo_1280_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUulfO2FFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bo-lx3VEKOA/s1600-h/bendark_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123365325018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUulfO2FFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bo-lx3VEKOA/s320/bendark_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUuHGFzcDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/21QOVJJxgaQ/s1600-h/swampfire_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212122843180134450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUuHGFzcDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/21QOVJJxgaQ/s320/swampfire_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... the new Ben 10 series on cartoon network- Ben 10 Alien Force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downloaded all these from &lt;a href="http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/"&gt;http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/&lt;/a&gt; :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gosh I wanna watch it sosososososo bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAT HOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a promotional advertisment of it at the back of an imported Archie comic (twice), and I was so happy that it was now on television (AHEMinothercountries).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... then I remembered that I live in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day in Suntec, I bought some Ben 10 (original) stickers (:D!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet people who've read this think that I'm some weirdo. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma bit of a fangirl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some ask,,, 'Why do you like Ben 10 so much?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually didn't have much interest in it before, that it was just some odd show that reminded me of a conversation about people with rhyming names I had with my aunt years ago (She was saying 'Ben Ten, Ben Ten, see they rhyme!'), then one day, I was bored and watched whatever was on telly (it happened to be an episode of you-know-what). Then a character of the episode yelled, 'Hey, aliens are people too!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well! I know it's a bullshit reason, but at least this show is one of the few shows that respect those who are different a little more (heck, they still beat up aliens). I know what it's like to be the different one and sometimes, it kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Ronyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-3311504610204132225?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3311504610204132225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=3311504610204132225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3311504610204132225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/3311504610204132225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/ben-10.html' title='Ben 10?'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/SFUukVh_WGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/R3xv5Iv4lds/s72-c/goop_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-1005383742268001540</id><published>2008-06-15T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:35:33.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyyo!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo the problem with my computer is solved! (For now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN MAKE WORDS BIG AGAIN! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a whole lotta other things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shootie's off in Malaysia and I hope she's having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;She'll be back on Monday. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear the holidays are nearly ended.&lt;br /&gt;One more week and I still have some incompleted homework.&lt;br /&gt;Erk.&lt;br /&gt;*Takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;But I can do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright just a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-1005383742268001540?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1005383742268001540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=1005383742268001540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1005383742268001540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/1005383742268001540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/heyyyo.html' title='Heyyyo!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-7949675320699529085</id><published>2008-06-13T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:41:05.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quizzzzz!! :DD</title><content type='html'>Got this off Shootie's blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I also don't know if I want to marry or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? [friends or boyfriends]&lt;br /&gt;Friends. I don't have a boyfriend, and maybe I'll never get one, and will always remain a SENSATIONAL SINGLE! (Should I laugh or cry?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;Someone in my imagination. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What music are you hooked on now?&lt;br /&gt;Emin3n. Especially 'The Real Slim Shady' and 'Mockingbird' :DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you over with your ex-boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Come here and tell me about how ugly I am and that I have never had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Get good academic grades and be all I can be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever broken someone's heart until he/she commits suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Errr... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;That really nice, warm and fuzzy feeling you get when somebody does something really nice for you and you know you mean something back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your requirement for your other half?&lt;br /&gt;A person who is different from all the rest, and has a little mystery about him that only I can discover. One who isn't afraid to be himself, and my good friend and we're both comfortable with each other.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway it's not right to have that much expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. List out five best friends of yours.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't in any particular order... Shootie, Nicole, Rainne, some classmates, and the P.O.M.M.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the best word to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;Weird! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What if you were able to see ghosts and spirits?&lt;br /&gt;I'd first freeze in shock, and then I'd scream. And scream some more. Then I'd calm down and get myself some ice cream and tell myself it was all just a dream... then when I realise it's not, the whole cycle begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you love and hate about yourselves?&lt;br /&gt;I like that I CAN sometimes be better than I think I am, and that I'm stronger than people think I am. But I dislike the fact that I can sometimes act like my father.&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. what have you done to please yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Gone shopping! Especially for stuff like Mamegoma and Nyanko Cat. Also gone on the computer for hours on end and surfed and uploaded drawings for DeviantArt. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten. I have so many happy memories there. One thing was that I didn't have to feel embarrassed about running aroung the neighbourhood screaming at the top of my lungs and feel so free and blissful and just being me. Now as a teen, doing that is considered humiliating and since you're busier you don't get to really SMILE, and there's peer pressure too, get my drift? Sometimes you just wish you wanna be a kid again and feel that you should have treasured that time more. Plus, I used to beat the boys when it came to Pokemon and Power Rangers toys. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever felt the true meaning of love?&lt;br /&gt;I think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you afraid that the sky'll fall on your head?&lt;br /&gt;No. I've already experienced it countless times, so why be scared? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not post that part about tagging people and changing-the-question stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking like Shootie- anybody who wants to do, do it.&lt;br /&gt;If you want the part I missed out, you can go get it from Shootie's blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;Have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-7949675320699529085?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7949675320699529085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=7949675320699529085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7949675320699529085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/7949675320699529085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/quizzzzz-dd.html' title='A quizzzzz!! :DD'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-8952003462551918120</id><published>2008-06-11T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:45:51.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiii. :D</title><content type='html'>AH I haven't blogged for ages.&lt;br /&gt;I've been being a bit of a procrastinator and my computer has this really odd problem... and at one point, I couldn't even access anything... that was on Nicole's birthday when I wanted to blog her a post :(. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;It's still giving me the same weird problem right now, but I'm trying NOT TO MINDDD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;(Man, I wanna make this font bigger but the computer is now giving me some crap about whatever-I-don't-know-about-the-textbar)&lt;br /&gt;Okay Nicole, it's kinda late, but happy birthday, and have a fabulous fourteenth. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my good friend, and talking to me when I have a problem, and listening to all my wierd lectures about aliens.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Shootie was listening too, but this section of the post is not about her, so I won't care. XP&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I'm suddenly addicted to Eminem's music, thanks to Shootie.&lt;br /&gt;But the music's nice lah, if you look at it in a certain manner. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've been told the songs somehow convey important messages about life...&lt;br /&gt;'Mockingbird' is very touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm Slim Shady&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm the real Shady&lt;br /&gt;All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;br /&gt;So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up?&lt;br /&gt;Please stand up, please stand up...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm very happy that Ma's recently got me a scanner of my own.&lt;br /&gt;MY GOSH I'VE BEEN WANTING ONE FOR AGES.&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday come early!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love her very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about other things later :). And Shootie's quizzzzz. :D&lt;br /&gt;Got to go check on something. &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-8952003462551918120?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8952003462551918120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=8952003462551918120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8952003462551918120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8952003462551918120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiii-d.html' title='Hiii. :D'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2636571087348414339</id><published>2008-06-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:32:44.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for Macau tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for four days three nights.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on Thursday at ten at night.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could buy something back for you guys, but there are certain circumstances about the airline I'm taking and so I can't carry too many things.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2636571087348414339?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2636571087348414339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2636571087348414339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2636571087348414339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2636571087348414339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5795837437128963620</id><published>2008-05-26T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:31:54.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know this is kinda late...</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty outdated but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE JUNE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yay yay yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Er...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Ronyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5795837437128963620?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5795837437128963620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5795837437128963620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5795837437128963620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5795837437128963620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-this-is-kinda-late.html' title='I know this is kinda late...'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-491298659211352862</id><published>2008-05-22T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:25:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day to the June Hols. :D</title><content type='html'>I'm so excitedddd.&lt;br /&gt;It's a day to the June Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;WOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;A month of still a lot of homework... but at least I can get a little relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;And for three whole weeks during that time, there's no choir training.&lt;br /&gt;So my weekend is pretty free. :DD&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on my FanFiction and DeviantART.&lt;br /&gt;I can go out!&lt;br /&gt;I can be the camera-person for Shootie's video! :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday and Tuesday was the Type Two E-learning Modules.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing 'Food Perservation'.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;But it was rather rushy, and the teacher was very ambitious (she admitted it herself).&lt;br /&gt;It's like, we cook, then wash, then cook again, then wash again... it's very tiring.&lt;br /&gt;And they took away the stools so we had to stand all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a group with Ruth and Lynette.&lt;br /&gt;Dear classmatesss.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth can cook very well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we formed the groups.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said that two Hwa Chong boys were coming in to join us in the Module.&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to find a group for them both (she wanted to split them up too), and to me, the way she asked felt like I was at a aunction that was selling puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Now, girls, which group would like to adopt a boy?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end the boys didn't come at all.&lt;br /&gt;They went to join another Module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the Module the teacher told us we had to go buy stuff to make fruit leather roll-ups.&lt;br /&gt;So after school Ruth's mother gave me and Lynette a lift to Chancery Court to buy the stuff we needed but didn't have at home.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday;;;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go help raise funds for the SiChuan earthquake victims in the canteen during my break.&lt;br /&gt;People were so generous. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's really touching.&lt;br /&gt;But some were being very insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;It's doesn't matter that you don't donate, you don't have to and we won't ever force you.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't have to laugh at the victims and all either.&lt;br /&gt;And some of you guys are prefects. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Back to talking about the Module.&lt;br /&gt;We made different kinds of foodstuff like jam and KimChi.&lt;br /&gt;And our fruit roll-ups turned out fine.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, I accidentally cut myself on the finger with a chef's knife.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Lynette cut herself too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;Then at a certain point, the blood from my cut was dripping onto the table and it went onto my white P.E. shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise it at first, then when I saw it lor.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go raise funds again.&lt;br /&gt;And this time Mona and Sherri were with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get quite a lot of donations.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody,,, thanks once again for all your support.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Then near the end of recess, Shootie approached me at the funds booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shootie *Pops out of nowhere, somewhat banging her hands on the table by accident, and speaking rather suddenly and loudly): EH! Can I ask you something?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao. Never even say hello and call my name ar? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at this out-of-the-blue thing.&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for it to register.&lt;br /&gt;Then, about two seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shootie wanted to ask for coloured paper.&lt;br /&gt;I gave some to her later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another topic, I finally replied Shootie's letter.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I handed it to her today.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last wrote a letter for her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-491298659211352862?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-5352178065612157516</id><published>2008-05-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:04:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elective Module today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was doing "Colour Patterns in Jewelry' for my Type One Elective Modules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was so-so lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must admit that I thought the trainers was rather difficult to communicate with though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked them to help me with the bending of the wires and all, and they sort of made things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then my beads kept on dropping on the floor and I had to get new ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the trainers took away my earring pins to use for her own and never returned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to ask three other trainers three times before I could finally get another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it was already half-bent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My first pair of earrings were lopsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It took a lot of effort to get them to look normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the trainers had all these assortments of beads laid out for us to choose from for our second pair of earrings, and they never ever told us we had to bring along extra money to pay for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A whole lot of us were complaining that they should've told us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So then I pre-recorded my payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And my beads kept on breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so I had to buy some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I had to pay more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't even have pierced ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO EMBARRASS MYSELF ON EVERYTHING I DO?!!?!!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not right to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I'm ashamed to say that at some point I was venting my vengance on my poor earrings, complete with the gritting of teeth and the nutty bending of the pliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I was trying and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so pleased with my jewelry in the end!!!! :))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, it wasn't perfect, but it actually looked alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus I put so much ahemahemloveahemahem into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talk about a silver lining behind every cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talk about ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, Shu Wen's and Jia Ping's jewelry are so pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When it was time to go home, I walked to the bus stop with Shu Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We saw Chermaine coming out of the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and Shu Wen: Hi Chermaine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Oh! Uhhh... hi! What are you here for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shu Wen: ... Elective Modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Oh yah hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Are you here for your Module? What was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: No, I just came to school for the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and Shu Wen: Uhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Me, Shu Wen and Chermaine were walking down the spiral staircase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Chermaine, where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(After an extremely long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Chermaine? Are you okay? Do you know where you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Of course I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Then where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Wait! I'm thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(After another extremely long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Chermaine is still thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: ... I don't... know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Why are you going home now when you don't know where you live? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Wait, do I live in Bukit Timah or Bukit Merah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shu Wen: Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Oh yah! I live in Bukit Timah Plaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shu Wen: How can you live in a Plaza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(We three are at the bus stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: What was you guys' Module?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shu Wen *holds up earrings in her hand*: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Uhhhh... oh I know! Home Economics!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and Shu Wen: Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chemaine *looks at earrings in Shu Wen's hand*: Are those edible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Chermaine's bus arrives)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and Shu Wen: Bye Chermaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine: Bye Shu Wen, bye... *points at me* what's your name... uh... oh yeah, Ronyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: AhhHHhHHHHhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shu Wen: Don't worry, these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a lot more quotes, but yeah, shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chermaine, no matter what, is a very nice person and she's a good friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's great at cheering people up in any situation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall post a quiz up soon if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Ronyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-5352178065612157516?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5352178065612157516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=5352178065612157516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5352178065612157516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/5352178065612157516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/elective-module-today.html' title='Elective Module today!'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-2833125441753959301</id><published>2008-05-11T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:28:19.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor paper box... D:</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I had tuition today, and my sister walked past us and then had a little chat with my LaoShi.&lt;br /&gt;How nice, really. It's been a super long time since they last talked and a few years since TKM didn't need lessons by LaoShi anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And so TKM stayed for a while, watching my lesson progress and occasionally helping me with words I didn't understand. :D&lt;br /&gt;All the while she had unknowingly put her elbow on my that paper box I had done for Art Class.&lt;br /&gt;You know that one that Mr. Razak wanted for a Cohort Art Instillation by when??&lt;br /&gt;I spent like how long to do it?&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... my fault for leaving it around... and it was so small some more.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when my sis finally lifted up her arm, the box was stuck to her elbow, looking lost, lonely and miserable. Uhhh... actually it was squashed, torn and discoloured.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at it for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Then I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;Veryveryvery loudly.&lt;br /&gt;And then my mother came out of the room and told me not to be so rude to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;LaoShi understood though.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright now.&lt;br /&gt;LaoShi gave directions on how to do a box before she left.&lt;br /&gt;And as I type this, my sister's doing a new box for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really grateful for them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-2833125441753959301?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2833125441753959301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=2833125441753959301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2833125441753959301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/2833125441753959301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-poor-paper-box-d.html' title='My poor paper box... D:'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765361747030800407.post-8945465646188121762</id><published>2008-05-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:52:35.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post... uh... yay...</title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first post on a brand new blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that I can actually keep this blog for a longlong time.&lt;br /&gt;I had deleted my previous blog of, say, two  months? on impulse and also because my computer had this problem that was always attacking my blog and stressing me out as a result.&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking back at it, I wish I hadn't done that despite this.&lt;br /&gt;That blog contained a lot of precious posts about school and all.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss it.&lt;br /&gt;What's done has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Imma very lame.&lt;br /&gt;But really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kind of proud of myself these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm been working quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;Phew :D&lt;br /&gt;Got many things doneee.&lt;br /&gt;Though my group's CE presentation today was a disaster. :(&lt;br /&gt;But it's not in my prime to complain.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to elaborate on it and I hope that people will just forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;It was so tense.&lt;br /&gt;However, I honestly believe my group can and will do better next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Art Club yesterday, Mr. Razak brought in this whole collection of movies for us to watch so that we could draw inspiration for the Monster Project.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the shows were super old, made before technology stepped in the movie industry.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the movies had odd creatures from other worlds and so on and so on... people thought certain monsters were gross but I personally thought they were rather cool on the whole. :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm very strange.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr. Razak shows us 'The Dark Crystal'*&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Razak: You know, I always let my 'O' level art students watch it if they want to... so they can get inspired by the way monsters move and look like...&lt;br /&gt;*Mr. Razak skips through the scenes of the show very quickly using a remote control*&lt;br /&gt;*Lets us watch a scene or two*&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Razak: You know, sometimes the movies are so old, they're boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was 'Labyrinth'.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how old that was.&lt;br /&gt;We first watched for a while as orginally planned, then...&lt;br /&gt;*Mr. Razak stops the movie* Okay let's move on to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: AHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO. Can we watch the whole thing, please?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Razak: What? You're not bored?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Razak: Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour and a half later we finished.&lt;br /&gt;It was a COOL show! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;I got aches because the Art Room is not a comfy theatre, but heck care lah. :)&lt;br /&gt;The there was this really long Lang-Arts-like message behind this show, and it was pretty cool. Didn't expected the show to actually be one big metaphor about growing up and life.&lt;br /&gt;Andand there was a place in the movie known as The Bog of Eternal Stench.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever stepped in it, you would remain smelly for the rest of your life, and no amount of bathes would help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah (Art Club): Don't ever step into The Bog of Eternal Stench. And that's exactly what MC did.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I'm mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seeing as we took up so much time watching one movie, we're gonna watch the others next session.&lt;br /&gt;Woo! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 2.4 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I improved, but it's not quite there yet.&lt;br /&gt;Have to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;Kou ran with me for support! And she already ran the last time. :O&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there!&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Zy and Shootie for specifically cheering me on.&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs* *Shootie screams*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;And then I was talking to Shootie about N.O.-J.C. and we were laughing like siao.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think I shall end this post here.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ronyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765361747030800407-8945465646188121762?l=bloomhaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8945465646188121762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765361747030800407&amp;postID=8945465646188121762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8945465646188121762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765361747030800407/posts/default/8945465646188121762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomhaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-post-uh-yay.html' title='First post... uh... yay...'/><author><name>Slipper.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038139714888133346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1fwUYUKxhBM/R6GFfRk_MeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wNMRaq_Ten4/S220/8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
