<?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-6614388</id><updated>2011-10-01T22:46:17.708+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miaka No Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'>Considering Blog-City's common breakdowns and flaws, I've turned to blogspot for comfort! </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>408</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112288966517258813</id><published>2005-08-01T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:47:45.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES</title><content type='html'>Nothing expresses my feelings and my situation better than Kelly Clarkson's song, entitled &lt;i&gt;'Behind These Hazel Eyes'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been stuck in my head for almost a week now, and I hope it's helping me to become a stronger person as the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like just yesterday &lt;br /&gt;you were a part of me &lt;br /&gt;I used to stand so tall &lt;br /&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;br /&gt;your arms around me tight&lt;br /&gt;everything felt so right&lt;br /&gt;unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I can't breathe, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hangin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;but you wont get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything&lt;br /&gt;opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;for once in my life&lt;br /&gt;now all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;sewed together but so broken up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I can't breathe, no I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hangin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;but you wont get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swallow me then spit me out&lt;br /&gt;for hated you I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;seeing you, it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;though I dont cry on the outside anymore&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;but you wont get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;but you wont get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, it is my duty to tell you that I shall not be updating this blog any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for me, if you can. An alter ego awaits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112288966517258813?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112288966517258813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112288966517258813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112288966517258813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112288966517258813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/08/behind-these-hazel-eyes.html' title='BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112239147676620505</id><published>2005-07-26T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:20:51.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Walaupun taufan melanda,&lt;br /&gt;Atau Alam terbahagi dua,&lt;br /&gt;Demi asmara kita berdua,&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku tetap setia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular chorus from the Hang Li Po musical truly touched me (and is one of the reasons why I remembered it better and far easier than the other songs). However, my heart has interpreted it to this extend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jikalau taufan melanda,&lt;br /&gt;Atau Alam terbahagi dua,&lt;br /&gt;Demi buku teks dan masa depan saya,&lt;br /&gt;Kau pergi matilah saja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've probably insulted the musical (what more the cast), but that's practically where my life was heading the past weekend, till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To the person I thought cared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you said to me tonight, and what you've done to me at the time I needed the most support, you used books as an excuse to run away. You're not qualified as a friend; not even a stranger. You've proven to me that you'd be the one pushing me out the window if I sat on the window sill of the topmost floor of any building. If you were on the Titanic and it was about to sink, while the crew members are trying their best to evacuate the children and women first, you'd shamelessly jump into one of the rescue boats head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was willing to wait, because I promised. Instead of pulling out the sword that punctured my heart, you pushed it further in. Now I know, even if I were to wait for you, you're not worth the wait, and you won't ever consider waiting for me. I pity the next &lt;u&gt;QUEEN OF YOUR HEART&lt;/u&gt; because if you both were ever caught in a battlefield, &lt;u&gt;you'll use her as your protection&lt;/u&gt;. You'll pick her up to cover you from the arrows that head your way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy - because you've shattered me to a million pieces. I thank you for all the false impressions you've given me to make me feel happy for who you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do not remain the shattered pieces of glass, but with the family and friends I currently have, I hope my shattered self would form back into one whole full piece of sharp glass, and I hope you live in regret for being the coward you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, please wake me up from this horrible nightmare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112239147676620505?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112239147676620505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112239147676620505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112239147676620505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112239147676620505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/07/walaupun-taufan-melanda-atau-alam.html' title=''/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112225632691052617</id><published>2005-07-25T07:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T08:52:06.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-bound</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I've abandoned internet life for quite a period of time, and my poor, poor blog.. Either way, having me appear back online is some unofficial form of indication that I've recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I've been staying home since Friday, and only went out at night, for short periods of time. As you can see, I failed to wake up this morning, and my sweet parents did not bother getting me up either. I've been in a state of lethargy almost the entire weekend and I really, really do not want a repetition of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to make announcements, but I'd like a favour from everyone - please &lt;u&gt;don't discuss personal weight issues with me&lt;/u&gt;, not one single bit. I'll only say this through my blog, because I don't want to be repeating myself, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say 'personal' weight issues, it includes comments such as look fat-ter, look skinny, butt-less, bust-less, small-eyed, stretch marks here and there, and asking for tips on dieting, or how fattening the food that you are going to eat anyway is. Call me selfish, but I really don't want anyone else to suffer what I've gone through - what I would call, 'the two extremes' - I was terribly overweight at one point of life, but now it's the opposite. I know to a lot of people, weight gain is easy, but for people with a nice history of gastritis do not gain weight well, and has to be very watchful of what they eat and to what extend, or they'll get a certain violent reaction or war against the mind and the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a good time to be working on this - STPM is only a few months away, but I've ignored it long enough to come to this point. Let me just highlight that the STRESS factor helped me much into this condition, and now that I have stress and weight management to go side-by-side with my pressurising studies, &lt;u&gt;it would help if one does not expect too much out of me&lt;/u&gt;. I'm doing my best to balance everything out now - I have too little entertainment in my life now, to be honest I rarely enjoy doing anything these days due to all the rushing through the form 6 syllabus and constantly worrying about not having enough time to cover everything. I can't bring myself to leisurely activities anymore due to this because after watching a movie or two, guilt would hit me and a voice will tell me, "Dumb ass, you should have been studying. Now, you're just going to be even more stupid than you were an hour ago." Things I enjoyed doing like baking brownies, flipping pancakes, trying out new recipes, going out for movies and sitting down, enjoying a drink or two late at night at a cafe or coffee house - these are the little things that remind me of life, but I've been missing it. &lt;i&gt;One can never consume a whole sack of rice at one go, but one can consume a whole sack of rice if slowly consumed by portions&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my weekend was the musical theatrical, "Puteri Hang Li Po". Though I wish not to spoil the contents since the last show will be tonight, those who have not seen it, you should go for tonight's show as opportunities as such does not come to Kuching often (we don't even own a theatre, for heaven's sake. This is performed in an indoor stadium!). The music is enchanting, and the dances are lively, and the actors and actresses are the finest ones you will ever encounter (they are a million times better than those you see in that little black box of yours that make a timely appearance almost every day of the week). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri Hang Li Po tells us a story of the daughter of the Emperor of China, who wishes to forge friendship with the most successful empire at that time, Melaka. By exchange of gifts, of which wisdom and wealth were tested and fully satisfied, the Emperor of China felt that the tie would be strengthened and fully secured by sending his daughter, Li Po, to Melaka, to be made the wife of the Sultan of Melaka. Sadly, Li Po was in love with Admiral Ming You, and obeying the Emperor would mean parting with her lover. What happens then, I suggest either you go watch the performance, or wait till I have the cheek to spoil the ending for you. &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of attending tonight's show again, to catch them one last time. I simply love theatricals, and the next time I make my way to KL, I'm definitely stopping by Istana Budaya, for now I am truly certain of what kind of entertainment they promise to provide. (And yes, Ezel, MaX, it's not such a subtle hint afterall :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm going off now, getting a bit drowsy. See ya all in a bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112225632691052617?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112225632691052617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112225632691052617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112225632691052617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112225632691052617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-bound.html' title='Home-bound'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112150531380937788</id><published>2005-07-16T15:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T16:15:13.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake-Up Call</title><content type='html'>What a way to spend a good Saturday morning with an extra Bio class! I woke up with enough time to make myself an egg sandwich to bring to school, have a bowl of cereal and also managed to make my sisters an egg wrap with sausage and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While discussing our Bio test papers (I humiliate myself with my results), stomachs were grumbling as there were loads of food brought by various people from the bio students of the upper sixth form. When it was break time, I couldn't help helping myself to the chocolate fudge, which was a sinful indulgence, and some coffee jelly while watching the school band practice in preperation for the big National Band Competition. They did a lot better in today's practice compared to the rehearsal on Thursday - they have my confidence in making the school proud. Go, SJS band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we finished discussing our bio paper, the class of U6B rushed up to their classroom to start on their mission - that is to cheer-ify our classroom. Yes, we are very competitive and will not lose out to the other classes! We had a lot of fun - though originally we had the whole class participate, which later dragged on as more and more people left, leaving the five of us behind - Pn. Jo, Felicity, Harnesh, Ronnie and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did... the camera will tell all, but do hold on to your horses! I somehow think it'll be more fun to leave the surprise till later - U6D and U6E have been secretive on their mission (even to the extend of locking up their classrooms!), so shall we wait till Monday? Hee hee, I really want to see the reactions of other teachers when they see our classroom. I was extremely happy with the classroom at the end of the day I literally couldn't take my eyes off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of sugary donuts and pandan chiffon cake, I managed to make a grab for a fish burger on the way home from Sugarbun. They've opened a new bakery there, and I couldn't help noting the fact that Kuching is getting rather overpopulated with bakeries. To me, it's a crime not to have Gardenia bread/products here in the first place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum left me out from the usual weekend trip down to the market. Nevertheless, I needed a nice warm shower and some bit of rest after all the work we did in school. Either way, she's coming home soon, and I'm sitting here at the computer, blogging my day away, while wondering if I can still grab hold of the 6th Harry Potter book while everyone else is grabbing theirs. &gt;__&gt; I seriously doubt it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! (which is, soon :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112150531380937788?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112150531380937788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112150531380937788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112150531380937788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112150531380937788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/07/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake-Up Call'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112144301121716105</id><published>2005-07-15T22:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:56:51.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night to Remember</title><content type='html'>Being a formal dinner, when the ticket states that you are required to be present at the venue at seven would normally mean the dinner would start at seven. However, when you have rather &lt;i&gt;honourable&lt;/i&gt; people officiating your event or dinner, things just won't go ahead without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice to make people wait for you, knowing that no matter what time you arrive, the food isn't going to go anywhere, and the public practically awaits your arrival before they can touch the food? How unethical of the ministers to be thinking selfishly of themselves while we chew on peanuts and a free flow of wine (which isn't good, by the way, I felt bad as I drank one whole glass and I was to drive myself home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horribly put off to the idea of waiting for the minister to appear and escaped the formal event with my dearest for the sake of my sanity. I couldn't keep my stomach empty drinking on wine/tea/water and peanuts for the rest of the evening - and having gastritis, it REALLY wasn't a risk worth taking. So, I joined mum at Roadhouse Grill, ate grilled chicken and had a fantastic dessert - their Messy Sundae (which doesn't taste as great as the first time I tried it, sad to say, but was satisfying anyway). Today was Friday though, so darling couldn't try the meat-dishes (he opted for fish and chips, which was more towards the chips than the fish, sadly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; An 'After' picture, didn't think of taking a picture before digging into dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/meandsundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling loved this sign - don't you think it's cute? XD (it was on the wall of the restaurant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/cutesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the minister for wasting our time - I could have used the time I spent dressing up and waiting for him to study or rest, and spend time with my family instead, which was definitely more worth it. If he had just arrived on time and not make people wait for him, it would have been a night I wouldn't have so much to say about politicians and their sense of punctuality, or their awareness towards their responsibilities towards the feelings of the public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to note that I visited Raye yesterday, and in the photo above (the one of me after eating the sundae) you'll spot the pair of earrings Raye made for me! I chose the beads and she assembled it together for me. I love them so much! Thanks a million Raye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go watch some Naruto/Full Metal Alchemist before sleeping. The wine and chocolate won't let me rest just yet (still very hyped up).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112144301121716105?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112144301121716105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112144301121716105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112144301121716105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112144301121716105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/07/night-to-remember.html' title='Night to Remember'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112132406574717290</id><published>2005-07-14T13:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:54:25.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking of scanning in my PA test papers to show you what desperation (even though we were given three hours to answer 5 LONG questions) can do to your handwriting. It undergoes metamorphosis, and mine went from loopy yet compact, to loose, wavy and illegible. Since my scanning program has decided to expire, I guess it'll never happen unless I go down to the computer shop to get it un-expired, which I'm just far too occupied and probably lazy to do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band gave us a sneak-peek of their performance for the National Band Competition, since they will be representing Sarawak in Penang at National level. Overall, I'm very impressed - the drum major, Ivor, has definitely more confidence at handling and doing mace work from the last practice I saw him. The formation was neatly done (as in, their dressing was in-line) and their music was well toned and tuned. However, I do feel that the momentum drops by half or more when it reaches the mid-part of the performance. Maybe it's just the compulsory need for traditional/slow songs to be included in the whole presentation (if I'm not mistakened it's part of the rules). Either way, the opening and closing had the right swing, so I'd say, go for it guys, make us proud! ^____^ (Brendan, if you are reading this, I want some photos!) Best of luck, you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did a little bit of 'Mooting' for MUET in our class today. Overall I did not participate - I was just a member of the audience. What is Mooting, you might ask? Well, picture yourself involved in a court case, and that's just what it really is. Keeping to the real format of mooting, the use role-playing witnesses during the session is non-existent, but since we wanted the whole class to participate, we had witnesses alright. Our case was a car accident in the wee hours in the morning. It was funny, really, watching 'Mr. X' answer the questions shot at him. He gave innocent replies which made the whole picture seem like a quiet, but speechful comedy in contrast to Charlie Chaplin. It's like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposing team: Where were you that night?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X: I was cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Opposing team: Cooking?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X: Yeah. I'm not a driver, I'm a cook.&lt;br /&gt;Opposing: Where were you that night, before the accident occured?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X: I was in the hotel!&lt;br /&gt;Opposing: Hotel?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X: Yeah? I work there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposing: So you recieved a phone call?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X: Yes, my wife, is in labour.&lt;br /&gt;Opposing: So, you rushed to the hospital? How were you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X: Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposing: But they said they saw you in a bar... &lt;br /&gt;Mr. X: Yeah, I wanted to drink! You know, as a chef, I don't get to drink much. So on the journey to the hospital, I stopped by to get a drink. I was thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;Opposing: ..and there was a waitress who said she served you an alcoholic drink!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X: No, I drank, but I ordered mineral water!&lt;br /&gt;Opposing: and charged it to a credit card??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, I wished I had my video camera to record all that at that instant. Ping Ping was laughing so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next mooting session we would have will be on next week, and I'll be the defendant, partner in crime would be Ronnie (we'll be lawyers, in other words!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help feeling disappointed when Pn. Jo came in to our class for Biology, as she told us about the essay questions she marked and how horrible it was to have easily marked it since the essays and structured questions majority submitted were left blank or just not answered, beating around a small bush with one or two sentences. The worst part of it was, some of the questions were at form 5 level, which pretty much means she had set much easier questions this time round, and yet only two people in our class scored past the passing mark. Compared to my early morning mood, I felt like someone had punctured my balloon as I shrink to a feeling that literally drained my energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of life though, our classroom definitely looks more cheery. We've contributed things like fake flowers, tablecloths, stones, plants and all sorts to beautify and make the condition of the classroom more condusive for studying. :) Pn. Jo has our best interest at heart, and I couldn't be more grateful for that. Though, I wish sometimes that the class would be more enthusiastic and participate more actively so that life isn't similar to a monotone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep, I'd better log off. Countdown to National Chemistry Test? One week. Studying = NIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112132406574717290?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112132406574717290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112132406574717290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112132406574717290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112132406574717290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-thinking-of-scanning-in-my-pa.html' title=''/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112081059435794320</id><published>2005-07-08T13:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:16:34.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Naomi!</title><content type='html'>Glee, so many birthday celebrations for so many people lately, and today belongs to Naomi! Happy 19th, don't let the exams bother you too much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah exams, I consider them as good as over. Even though we have one more paper to go, and it being chemistry, I don't exactly have my hopes up for being able to pull my score any higher. The second paper was a pure disaster, as it was left blank (I'm serious), and hence, I have all the right to be skeptical about being able to pull myself all the way up to the passing mark by scoring in the objective paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to think about it, there is no such thing as a safe place out there - not even your home. Things happen, and the last biggest event that rocked the nation was the tsunami-earthquake disaster. Just yesterday, however, several bombs went off almost simoultaneously in seven different areas of London injuring many, and there's bound to be fatalities that are not properly reported. Deemed a terrorist attack, I'm sure the nation is not going to let this one slip until they've found the people responsible for the unnecessary casualties. Sometimes hearing and watching these things happen, I begin to wonder what is really happening to this world, as what the voices in the winds tell us from places afar are just never those of happiness and joys of life. In the local papers, many people are getting robbed, raped, kidnapped, abused, involved in big accidents, drug smuggling and abusing, dangerous alcoholic beverage consumption... and the papers complete volume just increases day by day. Sometimes I wish to close my eyes and put myself in an eternal slumber, as it seems to be the only way to not witness or know of these things. I scare myself as I fear for many, be it petty, solvable problems or something of everyone's concern - to the extend that I find it hard to trust, and impossible to move away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I want something better out of life - I want to live it, and I want to make a difference. Hardly is possible though, if I were to be the only one, and I am one (I am not afraid to admit) who loses will and hope easily when discouraged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless my role models are my parents, and how thankful I am to have such good parents who have done so much to guide me and help shape me to the individual I am today (and they are still continuing to do so). I, alone, must have been quite a handful for them to take care of - being the first child, I understand that I am not as fortunate as my younger two sisters to have better guidance while growing up (and I must say I hated being the experimented child), I feel so reluctant and such a burden to be talking to my parents about my own problems. The obvious ones are already putting enough burden besides the fact that the both of them are working and their work is quite demanding - gastritis, my studies, and stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pathetic that I can't really cope with too much stress - I could knock myself out to headaches and spins. If I don't watch what I eat and eat when I feel hungry, and it could also involve the stress factor, I'll get a gastric attack. As for my studies, well, the major public exam, STPM, is just around the corner, like it or not, I will have to start preparing myself, now or never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till STPM is over, I shall be working hard to earn good grades, and I shall not forgive myself if I were to disappoint my parents. I hope friends understand if I tend to withdraw myself from activities, or selfish with my time. I really want to lift of some burden from my parent's shoulders - I have to learn ways to not get any more gastric attacks or headspins within this time period. I've been thinking a lot about the future lately, and I definitely want to use this chance to make sure that I do have one (and that I'm happy with it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to changing the world - for a better future (even though that sounds so cliche, I don't think there's any other phrase that can say it better).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112081059435794320?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112081059435794320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112081059435794320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112081059435794320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112081059435794320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-naomi.html' title='Happy Birthday Naomi!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112054473960022750</id><published>2005-07-05T13:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:25:39.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm the closest thing to royalty in America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Paris Hilton gave to why she should be allowed to get married at Westminster Abbey. O_O" Uh... Go Paris! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stopped by online to make a few notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gastritis = for life. I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chemistry test was a dud (I left sufficient and convenient blanks, good enough for a new candidate to use my paper altogether). I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;3. My stomach is damn bloated. Why has everyone got to have cakes today?! TOO TEMPTING! (how does 7 slices at one go sound?) I want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;4. My pendrive is identical to Fahri's/Sora's. Yet, mine is a measly 128MB bit of storage, while his is 512MB. I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: I might as well just cry. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm going to buy Full Metal Panic + Full Metal Panic Fumoffu! + Full Metal Alchemist from Brendan (or rather his supplier, haha!) What a time to be thinking of anime, but heck. My view on life is rather skeptical at the moment, so do excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112054473960022750?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112054473960022750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112054473960022750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112054473960022750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112054473960022750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-closest-thing-to-royalty-in-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112035968737318252</id><published>2005-07-03T09:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:01:27.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity Strikes</title><content type='html'>*J, snacking away on a can of tuna flakes*&lt;br /&gt;J: This is good.&lt;br /&gt;N: Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;J: I kind of wonder, what is tuna made of?&lt;br /&gt;N: *gives the "What the...?" look&lt;br /&gt;J: I mean, is it made of chicken or fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A famous couple closely monitored by MTV, guess who the two individuals are. (Doesn't take much, I've given good hints already. My reaction? OH-My-GOSH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me think - beauties over brains? Would I work on looking better or being smarter? Now that I'm in the midst of exams, hearing this conversation, it motivated me to get a move on with studying. I don't want to be caught in moments like these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I tried out a new restaurant called &lt;i&gt;Selera Asam Payak&lt;/i&gt;. Despite the popularity it has so-called gained and becoming the talk of town, I thought the food was terrible. Not only was the crowd so unwelcoming (the moment I entered many people were rudely staring at me, and I can assure you my appearance is nothing out of the usual), but the waiters served customers that stepped in after us before we got served, many of the dishes on the menu was 'out of stock' because 'we are too popular' (the cheek of the waiter, hmmph), the food was terribly slow and when we got the food, they were all practically swimming in all sorts of thick sauces, the chicken meat had an odd smell, suggesting that it's not fresh, the vegetables were... a nightmare, the &lt;i&gt;belacan&lt;/i&gt; was black (if it was fresh it would be reddish-pinkish) and heck, I don't want to describe the rest of it. It was a complete put-off, and having such a crowd of people who loves to stare, I felt like literally taking their eyeballs out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER - I do suggest all chocolate and ice-cream lovers out there to give Roadhouse Grill's Messy Fudge a try - it is awesome! A serving of vanilla ice-cream in a huge tall glass, which is literally coated all over with sensational chocolate scattered with crushed nuts all over - I almost went to the extend of licking the glass clean! Seriously, it's all good chocolate, a must try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad first visit to this restaurant because the prices of the steak was steep and the beef wasn't all that good at that time. In time though, they've improved - their burgers are great, and their grilled food menu is simply tantalising. Worth a visit when you've got extra money in the bag - splash on everything! (Just, don't look forward to the free flow of peanuts though :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd better go. Got to do some last minute preperations for the exam. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112035968737318252?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112035968737318252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112035968737318252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112035968737318252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112035968737318252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/07/stupidity-strikes.html' title='Stupidity Strikes'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-112013175936970644</id><published>2005-06-30T18:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:42:39.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the contrary... my dear...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;End of Me - Marion Raven&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;As I'm getting naked&lt;br /&gt;Stripped down to the bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;This could get ugly&lt;br /&gt;And I might leave here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a mistake&lt;br /&gt;It's the dawn of a new day&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last of illusions&lt;br /&gt;This is the final trace of innocence&lt;br /&gt;If I'm caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't play me with your silence&lt;br /&gt;Whisper it in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is not about hate&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of a new way&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last of illusions&lt;br /&gt;This is the final trace of innocence&lt;br /&gt;If I'm caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a mistake&lt;br /&gt;It's the dawn of a new day&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is not a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;As I'm getting naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last of illusions&lt;br /&gt;This is the final trace of innocence&lt;br /&gt;If I'm caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;The end of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams start tomorrow. Damn. I'm not moving my butt (which is barely there, by the way, I feel it minimising. :/ ) Am I always this relaxed and then I'll regret it again and again after the exam thinking I could have done better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally made it back to school today. The form four junior prefects spotted me parking my car at 7.20am. Haha! Fashionably late, but "it's hot". Pn. Jo totally brightened up my day, while Felicity and I struggle to be the last to pass up our long overdue "can't-help-it" Maths papers. Pn. June gave me advise too, which I'm all too happy to hear nevertheless. However, her class went on something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/chemclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner's done. After that.. I'll sleep on everything. Mum isn't back yet, haven't seen her all day. I miss her so much. TT_TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-112013175936970644?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/112013175936970644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=112013175936970644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112013175936970644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/112013175936970644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-contrary-my-dear.html' title='On the contrary... my dear...?'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111971416950478518</id><published>2005-06-25T21:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:42:49.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brendan!</title><content type='html'>My, my, aren't there many birthdays to note this month? Yes, today belongs to Brendan, who turns 17. ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a bit of fun today, and since I feel like it, I should blog about my string of events today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I stopped by at school to have a look at the blood donation drive. If I were in a healthier condition I would donate my blood, but seeing circumstances (and I'm on a short medication at the moment) I am not qualified to. I'm quite terrified at the sight of blood, actually... but I suppose if I were to take on the medic stream I'll have to get used to it, one way or another. ^^; Sorry guys. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronn had low blood pressure, therefore he couldn't donate blood either. So, that meant that he had free time in the morning! I met Crystal Ting in school too - she is a few years senior compared to me, but nevertheless, her perkiness and radiating cheerfulness always spreads a smile on my face. Either way, it was nice catching up a little bit with her, before I rushed out to attend to Ween who was waiting in my car, and decided to go around town with Ronnie to take photos requested by a friend of anything that makes the city look like the city. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid a small visit to Seattle Coffee and Tea, where I bought a shot of Long Black, plain and black as it is. I gave some to Ronn for him to sip on but he said it was undrinkable. Which brings to the question, "What does one mean when they say they love coffee?" I mean, if you add sugar and milk to taste in coffee, doesn't that mean you enjoy the sugar and milk and not appreciate the aromatic and beauty of coffee itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping Ronn off back to school, I went to the &lt;i&gt;ais kacang&lt;/i&gt; shop with my sister. Then we went to the photo printing shop to pick up the photos I left there the day before. Directly after lunch at home, I was pasting in the photos into my scrap book, and updating them with all my little remarks on the side. It's a nice thing to do, and looking back at my old photos, they remind me of a lot of things that has happened to me, good or bad it doesn't matter. It made me realise however, that a lot more exciting things have happened to me ever since I joined St. Joseph's Secondary School. I connect better, with people. Plus, I feel more welcomed here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after sending Azureen and Eleena to IMH for their music classes, I went off taking more photos for the collection. I had fun looking for the pathway that will lead me to Fort Mahgerita too. Though I started the mini journey alone, in the end, interestingly there were three kids following me all the way back. Not that I think they actually intended to, but I just found the fact that they were behind me all that while seemed rather... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally planned to go out this evening with Kim Hua to a reunion gathering at Hartz Chicken Buffet, but in the end I pulled out because for one thing it was a reunion for the guys from the 2003 batch of Josephians. I felt bad, but since mum requested that I stayed with her, I pulled out last minute. Sorry Kim Hua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end though, mum said she wanted to eat at KFC for dinner, which was the restaurant next to Hartz Chicken Buffet. I recognised Poh Peng the moment I saw him, and I also saw my cousin, and ended up chit chatting with them! I even managed to sneak in to Hartz and walk out without paying a cent (but I didn't eat anything anyway, I just had dinner =___=").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke off with them after a while to rejoin my mum and sisters at Coffee Bean to have pure chocolate ice blended and and cakes, but got bored after that since they all grabbed a magazine while I was chatting away at Hartz. So, I left them again to rejoin my cousin and his friends at McDs, where I bought them each an ice-cream. The guys sure change their mind quickly when they decided to hang out and do nothing at Holiday Inn's poolside (trust me, it was weird, but the idea of moving about without having to pay a cent to enjoy yourself was rather fun!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed another method of enjoying chocolates by drinking them (and trust me, it's really delicious). However, my addiction to chocolate is probably starting to get dangerous, because I'm starting to be rather dependent on them. Somehow I have to find a way to call it quits... &gt;__&gt; Anyway, currently on a glucose high, so I could be blabbering without thinking, for all I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, better take my leave now. Gotta waste this energy on some studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111971416950478518?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111971416950478518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111971416950478518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111971416950478518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111971416950478518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-brendan.html' title='Happy Birthday Brendan!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111935786842105196</id><published>2005-06-21T19:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:44:28.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIORITIES</title><content type='html'>Recently I questioned mine, and I've come up with three simple things that will push other things aside when questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;li&gt; STUDIES/TUITION&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; FAMILY &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; EXERCISE &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple it may sound, it's not as easy to carry out. My bio notes are scattered all over the place, and the exams are coming up (and I really do not fancy getting sick during this one again). Our batch of prefects are working towards the end of our term of service to the school and it's a lot of pressure trying to set things right before leaving everything into the hands of the new batch of prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off all the worries, my youngest sister is the wreaker of all havoc. I couldn't be more angry at her, being the ungrateful person she is. She's the type that loves to count for everything (know the term &lt;i&gt;'berhitung'&lt;/i&gt;?) - it's like, "I let you have some of my chewing gum, therefore you shall pay me something in return" or, "I let you use my rubber band, so you should let me use your necklace". Geez, I drive you to school everyday and put up with your crap and complaints (like, I don't want to walk on the overhead bridge, so you better drop me off directly in front of my school. My legs don't "feel so good" today), so what if I gave you a taste of your own medicine by saying, "I send you to school everyday, so everyday you shall brush my teeth for me."? Lame as it sounds, I'd rather be dead than be caught actually saying something like that. She also happens to be the "pot who calls the kettle black". Classic way of saying, "You can't do this, but I can because I can". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely agree with one of her shirts in her cupboard that says, "IT'S ALL ABOUT ME!". She would use all sorts of lies to get my parents on her side. I feel so downtrodden and betrayed when my parents believe her and do not want to listen to what I have to say about the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEARGH. I'll go get down to my studies anyhow. :) Got to look at the brighter side of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111935786842105196?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111935786842105196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111935786842105196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111935786842105196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111935786842105196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/priorities.html' title='PRIORITIES'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111919207841914053</id><published>2005-06-19T21:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:41:18.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The simple things in life</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not referring to Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie; I'm referring to what's more real and more possible to be pictured happening in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has been coughing a lot and having frequent headaches due to a throat infection. I went out with dad after dinner to buy more vegetables (mum didn't want to go to the Weekend Market this week because she wasn't up for it, so we're low on some certain supplies in the house). I thought dad was finally going to cook a meal for the family sooner or later when he started looking for things that aren't in the usual list (like &lt;i&gt;asam jawa&lt;/i&gt;?). Then again, the combination of things he bought were rather odd (condensed milk, evaporated milk, cream crackers...) and it was only when I got home and was in the middle of helping mum colour her hair with henna when dad passed mum a strange looking concoction in a glass - murky brown water it was, but sooner or later it was revealed that it was a mixture of &lt;i&gt;asam jawa&lt;/i&gt; and salt - dad insisted mum (who was rather against the idea) to sip it bit by bit while it was still warm, and it should soothe the itching throat. Mum finally grunted and sound muffled indicating that she gave up trying to dodge the weird looking mixture. Either way, the whole scene looked so cute unrehearsed, and I wonder if I would be in such similar situations, and if I would do the same (which I think I would, after all, if it is in my parent's genes, why not mine?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to note that event, plus the fact that it's Father's Day today. Although I didn't do much for dad this year, compared to cooking dinner for mum on Mother's day, I didn't leave too much out since mum brought us all out for a Thai cuisine dinner on Saturday night, and I ordered a chocolate brownie cake from Seattle Coffee and Tea for all of us to enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111919207841914053?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111919207841914053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111919207841914053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111919207841914053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111919207841914053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/simple-things-in-life.html' title='The simple things in life'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111911321681120332</id><published>2005-06-18T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:46:56.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ivor!</title><content type='html'>Yes, today Ivor turns 17. I wished I had stayed longer to enjoy the food served at our little gathering, but mum was nagging and insisted that I get my butt at home as soon as possible. At least I got a neat slice of cake, which was oozing with the sweet chocolatey outer layer that I always enjoy. Well, Ivor, I hope you've enjoyed your day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday (which also happens to be Leonard's birthday, happy belated birthday to him too!), Brother Adrian left our school to return to his homeland, Ireland. He has educated at least three generations in our school, and his sole purpose to coming to Kuching was to help educate those who can't afford it. I admired him in a way or another, even though I do not know much of him, but through his eyes you can see such care and kindness that showed that he has such strong dedication and determination. I've only joined St. Joseph's last year, and I rarely did see Brother Adrian in the school compound, but nevertheless, his final speech that day definitely touched my heart, and opened my eyes to some of the bitter truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Adrian talked of the few things he considered 'beautiful memories' during his long stay here. He said he used to enjoy watching the sunset before the Josephian block was built recently, which now caters to about ten classrooms and a few laboratories (and is four storeys worth). He also mentioned that there used to be a pine tree, which the same bird would return every year at about the same time, to built a nest in it - it has been replaced with a statue not too long ago too. I didn't know it was he who planted beautiful greeneries in the school compound, and also it was he who shaped the school to what it is today. Now that he's leaving, I'm sure things won't be the same. He left us with two words - "School Spirit", and I certainly would remember to have some. In my eighteen years so far, I have never felt so much love for my school till today, and I've never been more proud to be a student of St. Joseph's school. However, I was ashamed with the behaviour of some of the students towards the ceremony that morning. I heard a lot of muttering and chatting when people were talking on stage, showing disrespect towards the representative speakers and towards Brother Adrian himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Pn. Jo repeating some of the few things that Brother Adrian had said during his speech, it was clear that Brother Adrian was a nature-loving person. I regret not having the opportunity to get to know Brother Adrian - from dad (my dad also recieved his education from St. Joseph's, and Brother Adrian was teaching my dad during his time in the school) I knew that Brother Adrian was excellent at hockey, and teaching the game at that. With his simple speech I was reminded that all life forms are beautiful, and co-exist, relating to one another. I realised the importance of balance in the ecosystem, but we are slowly casting ourselves in our own graves. True, Brother Adrian has lived far longer than any of us - he has witnessed more - the simple truth shows that we take pride in all sorts of infrastructure made of cement, bricks and of synthetic material, replacing the living organisms deemed less important with such action. Majority of us fail to realise the harm we are creating, and we always come to realise such actions are foolish until it is too late. Open burning is such a common practice here too, and it disappoints me everytime I witness one. The only time people would bring it to a halt is when the ashes cloud and thickens in the air we breathe, complaining that they are having difficulty in breathing. I find it a shame that we always seem to find something else to blame the situation on, like a forest fire in a nearby country. As soon as it clears up, people are thankful, and suddenly, as though nothing happened, people start using their little bonfires to dispose waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so hard about throwing waste into bins? Why dump them into the river? Why throw wrappings and papers on to the ground when there is obviously a bin nearby? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many questions - but I think they will all come down to one thing. &lt;u&gt;Awareness.&lt;/u&gt; We lack of it, and education plays a vital role in it. I'm not suggesting we should stop building infrastructures altogether, but we must have some way of balancing to support ourselves. Plants practically gives us the air we breathe, and the buildings we build should serve us one important purpose, and that is for shelter. Habits that leads to pollution of our surroundings eventually have to be stopped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there are more people out there who desire to save the planet, and if there were others out there similar to Brother Adrian. The enemy of man is man himself, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahneway.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can't believe how the thought of sitting for a major exam is not sinking in properly. I know the importance of this exam to the future of my life, and I can tell you I'm no where near prepared for it. I seem to be doing nothing about it; no matter how I try to study I can't seem to survive 10 minutes of looking at the borish words in a textbook. Worse still, I feel really stupid being in class because I can't seem to digest what the teacher writes or talks about in class. Literally, the information just passes through my ears, and does not process in my head. Better still, in my mind I constantly think of food, which I think isn't normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'd like to note that recently, a lot of people have been harbouring rather negative thoughts, and I think it's starting to affect me. Understand that everything happens for a reason, and there's no use crying over spilled milk. What has happened cannot be undone; instead learn from the lesson it has left you. Pain, error, mistakes, misjudgement - they all come in the package of growing up. What's wrong with admitting that you were wrong? No one is made perfect. Not everything will go your way, and you can't force people to follow your line of thinking, and neither can you make everyone like you (and saying that, I mean two things - you can't change people, and you just can't possibly be liked by all). Do not do onto others what you do not want others to do onto you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111911321681120332?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111911321681120332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111911321681120332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111911321681120332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111911321681120332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-ivor.html' title='Happy Birthday Ivor!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111874079702575741</id><published>2005-06-14T15:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:19:57.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed, I am.</title><content type='html'>Instincts are always right - most of the time anyway. I was wondering why ever since I got back the house-elf hasn't done anything to send sparks up every single nerve in my body. The only person whom she had irritated the most till today was my mum, upon breaking her all-new RM 150+ glass vase which she had purchased a few days before our KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a small hint that something was wrong with my mice. I hadn't had the time to say hi to them since I got back last Sunday night, but the way mum was saying she wanted to get a new cage for them plucked my curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that it won't bother me for the rest of the day, my mind was drifting away in school and lessons flew by borishly as the 'voice of education' felt as comforting as a lullaby. When I realised I was on my way to sleeping during the lesson, I remembered the bag of gummy bears and gummy rings I brought to school and started nibbling them away with Felicity behind the teacher's back. The instant sugar rush made me forget about worrying, until Felicity's anxiety and concern towards the Bio practical finally rubbed on me about 15 minutes before the break bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was the practical like hell. The pressure was so intense I went totally cuckoo and felt like there was a constant need of pushing myself to complete the practical, as time showed no mercy! I mean, you know you have five slides to observe and draw out, and three periods to work on it, plus you have a list of questions to answer after that. How can you not feel the pressure when one period goes by and you've only completed two pictures (and unlabelled at that)? I could have died from anxiety every time I hear the bell go off. Fortunately, I did finish on time, and told myself there's no point looking back at it because I can't do anything more about it after this - it's over. I had all the temptation to sneak reference papers and books in but I always remembered what Pn. Jo had said about cheating and her standing for it - you're only cheating yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, over is nowhere near. Problems are truly just beginning. From a person who was selling her rats due to overpopulation, now she is suffering as her rats are now officially underpopulated. I was surprised to see a new cage on the bench when I got home - it looked a lot more 'homely' and was definitely more worthy for a hamster as it has all those little things like mini houses and tunnels. But what I was about to find out was devastating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Transfer your rats into the new cage as quickly as possible, right after lunch, ok?'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after lunch, I felt like vomiting, as I saw what was left of my rats. Only two out of the surviving six are eligible for dissecting (size wise) and the dead ones are still there. The water bottle was dry like it hasn't been in contact with water for quite sometime and the two food bowls were filled with stained, filthy water and grains that are long soaked. There were four other matured but decaying rats in the cage, and I cried looking at them, as they were blue and surrounded with flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did transfer the survivors, I got myself a cut as the house-elf whom I trusted during the holidays to take care of my rats didn't respond to the call for help until about 5 minutes after. I couldn't swing the new cage door open and goodness knows how I got that wound. I was terribly upset - and I completely lost it when I opened the jar that was used to store the rats food as there were millions of bugs crawling all over the food inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who was making all sorts of lame excuses when I interrogated upon the murky water, the empty water bottle, supply of food and so on. The excuses were so pathetic it was just too obvious that she couldn't care about the rats and wanted them to die anyway. &lt;i&gt;The house elf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have we wasted so much money on trying to keep the rats alive, with food that costed an average of RM 15 a week, but my future in practicals seem to grow dimmer. Rats being sold at the weekend market are like at least RM 20 (at the present moment) and the sellers manipulate the price when they know schools need supplies (there was once it went up to a ridiculous price of RM 40). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very, very, very pissed (and I don't care how many grammatical errors I've made in this post - it just expresses how off I'm feeling today).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111874079702575741?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111874079702575741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111874079702575741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111874079702575741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111874079702575741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/pissed-i-am.html' title='Pissed, I am.'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111864647283132260</id><published>2005-06-13T14:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:07:52.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just before I go - 55 questions!</title><content type='html'>1. whose picture is it that you keep on your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;No one, except myself on membership/ID cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what time do you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;anytime. : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what was the last thing you did before filling this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Drink tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. who's the one you always meet the most?&lt;br /&gt;Mum, Dad, Azureen, Eleena. (Now wasn't that obvious?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. who's the person you're gonna call if you need help?&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaaaam! Daaaaaaaad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what's on your mind just now?&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. who's number on your speed dials?&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to set up my 'speed dials'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. with whom do you wanna be with to have fun?&lt;br /&gt;All those that are close to me, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what movie/s u wanna watch now ?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith! Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! The Fantastic Four! AARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. when was the last time you went out?&lt;br /&gt;an hour and a half ago? That's for school by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what do you hate the most for now?&lt;br /&gt;People who think they know too much when the truth is obvious that they know nothing of what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. when was the first time you slept alone?&lt;br /&gt;Gee, would I have kept track of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what do you wanna do for now?&lt;br /&gt;Study, and for real at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what do you do for everyday besides eat and sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. what could piss you off?&lt;br /&gt;People who ask rhetorical questions way too often for their own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. colors that make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Earthy colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. most fave things in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor, and my bed, together with this computer. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what was the last thing you bought for your room?&lt;br /&gt;uhh... dumbells. They've become decoration, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. any instruments in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. plan to buy something?&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream. I'm craving for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. are you satisfied with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.do you like seafood?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. breakfast or dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. what do you usually eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate with either cereal or toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. did you eat breakfast today?&lt;br /&gt;an instant one in the car. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. do you recycle?&lt;br /&gt;Yeano..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. do you have a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. what's your favorite fast food?&lt;br /&gt;Yoshinoya's Salmon and Chicken teriyaki set! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. cats or dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. salty or sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Both. Ok Sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. city or country?&lt;br /&gt;A city is always in a country. So what's that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. what's your favorite kind of jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Low cut, Zip fly, tight flare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Is kissing normal for our age?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. are you athletic?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. do you swear?&lt;br /&gt;Swear to what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. would you ditch your friends for a date?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type that plans early and therefore such clashes SHOULD always be avoided. : ) Best and balance of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. do you have your own cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;I need a cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. what do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Anything comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. ever had a crush on a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. coke or pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;I try not to indulge in these things, but light pepsi is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. sugar or spice?&lt;br /&gt;Nando's anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. can you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. do you like to read for pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy reading for pleasure. Reading by force is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. do you care about getting good grades?&lt;br /&gt;If I care about my future, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. have you ever fallen asleep in class?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. get a job or ask your parents for money?&lt;br /&gt;GET A JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. is your dad strict?&lt;br /&gt;When necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. do your parents give you enough privacy?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. do your parents trust you?&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. would you trade places (in life) with your best friends..?&lt;br /&gt;Temporarily, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. does your best friend get on your nerves?&lt;br /&gt;Why best friend when you can have many friends? And why call that person 'best' when she/he gets on your nerves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. do you make friends quickly?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Hee that's obvious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111864647283132260?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111864647283132260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111864647283132260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111864647283132260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111864647283132260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-before-i-go-55-questions.html' title='Just before I go - 55 questions!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111864635333848986</id><published>2005-06-13T13:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:06:27.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Side of the Bed?</title><content type='html'>Not that I meant to give that title to my entry to picture the meaning figuratively; I was just wondering, if your bed's left and top side is directly adjacent to the wall, which only leaves the bottom side and the right side of the bed, does that mean you can't blame yourself for 'getting out from the wrong side of the bed' when you have a bad day? Hmm... (Only a spectacle, since today, of all days, I got out from the bottom side of the bed, strangely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back at school, time passes by just way too slowly to my preference. I would have enjoyed it better if I got up at eight and have all the time in the world to eat my breakfast - I had mine in the car, after parking it in a non-existent parking space in front of the auditorium in school. I managed to spill hot chocolate on my perfectly white uniform which was thankfully well hidden underneath the good old green blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed going around in class asking people, "Hugs or Kisses?" Some took it that I was going to either give a hug or a kiss, some people knew what was coming and some people simply did not have a single clue what the question was in the first place. Yes, it was the Hershey's chocolates. :) So sorry if the chocolates didn't get round to everyone, but I have something else to share again tomorrow, and I hope it will cover everyone this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my coloured nails. I miss being a bit more carefree. But I shall look forward to this kind of freedom again, after the STPM examinations are over! As for now, I must go offline to study. =___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I leave, I would like to leave a note of thanks for the gifts everyone had given me for my birthday - you all know who you are! I would love to post up the photos of the party, but the fact that the cable connecting the computer to the camera is missing is the only factor holding me back. Anyway, keep checking in - they're bound to be up pretty soon! (As soon as that cable is found!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111864635333848986?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111864635333848986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111864635333848986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111864635333848986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111864635333848986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong Side of the Bed?'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111858571988658585</id><published>2005-06-12T19:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:15:19.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>First of all, as late as it may seem, Happy Gawai to all those celebrating (or rather, have celebrated) it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what happened to me (or where the heck have I been) for the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation. A really long one at that, and there are many things I've realised during my time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;I love my family very much.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my vacation in KL I got to bond with my family. My sister is the best accompaniment for me when I go round shopping and it's nice to have someone help out on deciding on what to buy and what not to buy. My parents brought us out for nice and hearty meals, all I was too happy to help myself to. My favourites that I shall miss very much are TGIF, Nando's, Yoshinoya, Starbucks, Chocz (I LOVE CHOCOLATE DIPPED STRAWBERRIES), my Gardenia bread supplier and Burger King. TT_TT I didn't feel pressure at all for those two weeks, and its glorious effects have shown on my skin (which is now almost back to its earlier smoothness), my so-few-have-multiplied-a-bit little hair that rests on my head, and the weight gain, which I've been trying to do for the past few months but ended up with no result. I'm very sure the weight gain is apparent, because just today, while I walked out of Lot 10, there was this slimming programme promotion or roadshow going on, and among the people that passed by, I was approached by the lady who was promoting it and asked if I was interested. What probably helped was the fact that I had a half-consumed &lt;i&gt;onigiri&lt;/i&gt; in my right hand at that instant. :D (but I am somewhat pissed at her at the same time - who wouldn't?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/slimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;Handbags are cute&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azureen and Eleena gave me a handbag and a moisturising cream from the body shop which I wanted for quite sometime. At first I didn't know what was coming when mum asked me to go look for a handbag. My sister added, "You should act your age, now that you are, 'legal'.". They showed me a few handbags (some looked really eccentric), and when I agreed to one, mum suggested dinner, and soon after that Azureen sneaked off, saying she was going to the toilet. Mum left me with the same excuse about 10 minutes later, and mum returned in another ten while there was no sight of Azureen. When she did return, her excuse was, diversion as I was frowning to the fact that my cellphone credit was draining faster than water down a huge drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the idea of using that small handbag made me feel rather old, but after a while, it was a good change. It made me feel more secure about handling my cellphone and my wallet. The bag is so tiny, I worry less about foreign identities putting their hands anywhere near my bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Life is nothing without friends&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without friends, you actually live a very lonely life. Thankfully I have Azureen, mum and dad that have kept me in good company, but sometimes I can't help thinking of a lot of people often during certain times of the day, and how I wish I could just drag them all out of their houses and go out together and have some fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;A lot of Hollywood stars are living skeletons&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when I used some free time to &lt;i&gt;lepak&lt;/i&gt; in Borders (which is one heck of a bookstore). It seems to be a trend now to have your rib cage visible from your back. It's scary, and that's all I'm going to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's up tomorrow. Sorry for my rather brief blogging (which does not make up for my long absence at all), but I'm really short of time. I definitely need help from my camera, which I still haven't found the cable that connects it to the computer. =___=" I still have a lot of packing and unpacking to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111858571988658585?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111858571988658585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111858571988658585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111858571988658585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111858571988658585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/06/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111719938932963144</id><published>2005-05-27T19:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:09:49.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain cells - dormant?</title><content type='html'>Haven't much to report on this week - I've been missing in action if you are going to ask me how school went for the entire week. I only managed to attend school on Wednesday and half of Friday (which is, the last day of school before the holidays are supposed to begin). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my left arm feels... lifeless. In the morning, blood was extracted from it, and you bet I was freaking out when I saw my own blood flowing into the syringe, and rather slowly when all I could think of was for it to get done and over with as fast as possible. The thickness of the blood sends the shivers down my spine and the shake in every limb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard to concentrate on anything today! Pn. Nora finally got the chance to catch up with me to take the PA test, which even that I had to read the question ten times over or so before I actually got to understand what the question was asking or at least have a brief idea of what was being asked. Information seemed to coincide everywhere, and all I could do was.. think of Pn. Lye's 'Marks and Spencer's chocolate coated digestive cookies'. She kept walking back and forth and telling me once in a while to help myself - I took a total of 5 cookies from her - two while I was doing the test and I brought three out of the staffroom, and ate two and a half on the way up, where one side of one cookie melted slightly in my right hand. &gt;__&gt; I wanted to take Pn. Jo's bio test, but I was short on time since I had to complete my chemistry report, the final experiment, with loads of help from Feli (thanks a million, Feli!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd better log off now. I'm looking out for Ashry on Malaysian Idol tonight, and I'd better prepare for tomorrow's extra bio class. XD See you then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111719938932963144?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111719938932963144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111719938932963144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111719938932963144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111719938932963144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/brain-cells-dormant.html' title='Brain cells - dormant?'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111719853013230290</id><published>2005-05-27T18:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T19:55:30.163+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while since I answered to surveys</title><content type='html'>1.Dumped anyone before?&lt;br /&gt;= YESH (I have no face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Name one song that you can play on the guitar/piano...&lt;br /&gt;= Ballade Pour Adeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Fish/Meat?&lt;br /&gt;= Fish can be a type of meat, but it's a living organism living in water. Meat, is flesh from a living organism that you eat. So... what is the question actually?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The last person who said u were gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;= Gee I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Color of the last shirt you bought?&lt;br /&gt;= blackish purplish in colour, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.One song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;= Sweet Home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The colour of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;= I have a variety :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Name of your bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;= I'm quite lazy to list them all out. You all know who you are! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Sports that u play?&lt;br /&gt;= I don't "play". But I love to ice skate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Fallen into a toilet bowl?&lt;br /&gt;= hell, not yet! The day that happens and when I let everyone know about it is when I am trying social suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Number of piercings?&lt;br /&gt;= a pair, one on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Last person u had a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;= Is the person I'm so very in love with at the moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Plans for the holiday?&lt;br /&gt;= to KL I GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Any previous jobs?&lt;br /&gt;= previous jobs? err... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Would you run naked in public?&lt;br /&gt;= No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Done a love bite before?&lt;br /&gt;= Love bite on a chocolate, all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do your bf/gf 's friends like you?&lt;br /&gt;= erm.. *sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you like your bf/gf 's friends?&lt;br /&gt;= I don't have a reason to hate anyone. In fact, I don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What'll you do if your bf/gf hurts you?&lt;br /&gt;= Reconcile. If it's painful enough, hurt them back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Been overseas before?Where?&lt;br /&gt;= Over the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Like punk/skinhead?&lt;br /&gt;= Quit stereotyping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Use a word starting with G to describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;= Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Want to kiss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;= I wanna kiss everyone! (okay that sounds all wrong XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What trend do u think is cool?&lt;br /&gt;= what trend? I just don't see one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Where will u be studying after high school?&lt;br /&gt;= Somewhere.. out there! Anywhere but here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Describe the ideal person from the opposite sex's dressing?&lt;br /&gt;= ... the questions get more and more... weird to the extend that you can't understand it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.The last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;= fried cream dory fish with spinach and rice together with a few wholemeal crackers and a plum (I don't remember which one was the last one, I just remember popping all these into meh mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Things u want to buy...&lt;br /&gt;= a laptop, an mp3 player, a cellphone, a top and base coat for nails, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, cute skirts, cute tops, cute this, cute that... (I have a lot in mind at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Last person who dumped you?&lt;br /&gt;= Who dumped me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.The sweetest thing anyone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;= literally? "You smell so sweet, like candy. Can I eat you up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Last person who made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;= Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Your inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;= Donald Trump. No I am not serious.&lt;br /&gt;qs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111719853013230290?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111719853013230290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111719853013230290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111719853013230290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111719853013230290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/been-while-since-i-answered-to-surveys.html' title='Been a while since I answered to surveys'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111719406367097434</id><published>2005-05-27T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:41:03.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Tag</title><content type='html'>In response to Feli's tag &gt;__&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total volume of songs: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last CD I bought was:&lt;br /&gt;The Chronicles of Life and Death by Good Charlotte (and it doesn't belong to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing right now: Ayumi Hamasaki - Dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs I listen to a lot, or mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Simple and Clean/Hikari - Utada Hikaru (KH theme song)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hollerback Girl - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;3. Astrosexy - m-flo&lt;br /&gt;4. Sweet Home Alabama - Lynard Skinard&lt;br /&gt;5. She's No You - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I add in more? The list goes on actually (to some extend). Anyway, I shall now proceed to tagging &lt;a href="http://phoenixjiller-xp.blogdrive.com"&gt;Fahri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://maxsterism.blogspot.com"&gt;MaX&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ronnieteoteckwei.blogspot.com"&gt;Ronn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bathroomtiles.blogspot.com"&gt;Aiko-chan&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG! You're IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111719406367097434?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111719406367097434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111719406367097434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111719406367097434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111719406367097434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/playing-tag.html' title='Playing Tag'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111700473602894990</id><published>2005-05-25T13:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:06:16.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to jump start your life back in school can be the most stressful thing yet. Luckily, there are people known as friends, and wonderful teachers showing no more than concern that make things not as bad as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the usual lessons, I used today to complete my last chemistry practical of all time (that is, in the STPM syllabus) and Bio practical number 6, which was to observe and sketch out the transverse section of the leaf of &lt;u&gt;Zea&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;mays&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Helianthus&lt;/u&gt; sp. which, to my opinion, went rather well. However, having Pn. Nora chase after me and having seen her disappointed face when she intended me to take her PA test during my 'confiscated' lessons with her made me feel that it was necessary for me to learn the art of 'binary fission' or simply, the ninjitsu skill (shadow duplicating something? ah somewhere along that line). I know very well what to expect tomorrow after break - 4 whole lessons of... Maths test! EEP. Talk about catching up, I have loads of those to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's phrase, or rather, this month's phrase, would be "Eat in Moderation", I quote and unquote Pn. Jo. Learnt the hard way, people, don't get yourself into the gastritis whirlwind. If you enjoy sourish stuff, keep this in mind - too much of anything is never going to do you any good. It'll all accumulate silently in our bodies. Be it pesticide, acidity, artificial colouring or flavouring. If you enjoy a certain food, you must know when to tell yourself what you've consumed is enough. I've failed numerous times when it comes to chocolates, and in the past it has always been, fruits such as guavas, oranges, pomelo, grapes - and I'm paying the consequences now. I can't have too much food in my stomach, nor can I have too little. And the number of pills and medication I've been subscribed to? I think half of my meals consists of pills. Not that I'm truly dependant on them, but if I were to lack any of them I'm bound to head for more trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I planning to do this holiday? Shut up, and not bother about anything related to school. Be it wasting my free time not studying, but how else can one de-stress? &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111700473602894990?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111700473602894990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111700473602894990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111700473602894990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111700473602894990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-wrong-whats-wrong-now-too-many.html' title='What&apos;s wrong, what&apos;s wrong now? Too many, too many problems...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111655436085285395</id><published>2005-05-20T08:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:59:20.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO BO!</title><content type='html'>Ooh, if you do watch American Idol, I just want to say, Bo deserves to be titled the Idol. He can sing any song, and he's one hell of a rocker. :) I absolutely loved his rendition of one of Air Supply's songs (it's a really popular song and somehow the title won't click to me right now! AARGH!) and he sang flawlessly during the semi-finals. GO BO, GO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111655436085285395?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111655436085285395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111655436085285395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111655436085285395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111655436085285395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/go-bo.html' title='GO BO!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111655368769052641</id><published>2005-05-20T07:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:48:07.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a week...</title><content type='html'>Yes, a whole complete week of no action on the net whatsoever. The breakdown of the week was somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Teacher's Day Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, I was so worked up about fitting the cake I was so called in charge of into the fridge. I was asked to buy 5 kilos worth of sponge cake, but when I asked the bakery to make one for me last Friday, the lady in charge gave me a frown and said, "Do you have any idea how big a 5 kilo sponge cake is?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me how many people were going to eat the cake, and I said, "about one hundred?". She gave me a crooked smile and showed me the tray she was going to bake the cake in - "This, times two, you get a four kilo sponge cake. Not only that, since the cake is double layered, you can have up to four choices of flavour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Interesting! So I ordered a sponge cake, one side would have strawberry and pandan, and the other, chocolate and vanilla. However, despite the fact that the shop is not too far from my school and not too far from my home, they open late - 10am, when the cake is actually needed at a much earlier time for the 'cake cutting ceremony'. The bakers said they cannot open earlier let alone help deliver the cake, so I had to house the cake till the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them for the exact measurements of the cake. 27 inches x 17 inches. Ookay, so I measured the fridge in our house. 25 inches x 17 inches. DRAT. I sighed, sat down, and thought, and had a neat idea after that - I called up my aunt and asked her if it was alright to leave the cake in her fridge on Sunday and pick it up early Monday morning - her fridge was a lot bigger than mine! She agreed, and I thought all was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my aunt's house, we spent over an hour, cutting the cardboard underneath that held the cake. Dang bakers, or maybe I should have asked for the size of the cardboard rather than the cake. We trimmed one side, and the cake still refused to go in to the fridge, and then we started on the other - and it went in nicely. I had to apologise to my aunt - she helped out so much despite the fact that she only agreed to keeping the cake in her fridge for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that would be the last you'll hear about the cake - think again! Thanks to the cake I was late for school, and despite it's scheduled appearance at 8.30am, we were asked to make haste for the stadium with the gigantic cake at 8am - the band already drumrolling away as the cake was still in the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only joy I got seeing that cake was it being cut up (with the pretty colours of the sponge, being either a sweet pink and green or brown and yellow) in the staffroom. :) And what a way to celebrate teacher's day - we had a chemistry test right after the celebrations ended. =___=" Don't ask how that went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a miserable weekend though, despite the fact that Friday the 13th exists in this month, Friday was just like any normal day, if not, lucky compared to my weekend. On Saturday, after I had lunch at TJ's food court, I was distracted by chocolates sold at the snackshop on the way out. I was calling someone on my cellphone then, and when I made the purchase, I slipped the cellphone into my bag in place of my wallet, which I took out to pay for the chocolate. As I wanted to put away my wallet, I noticed that my cellphone was not in place. I panicked, and asked mum for her phone and contacted mine. I couldn't feel any vibration coming from my bag, but a dial tone could be heard. Not too soon, someone on the other end answered the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;Azzie: "Hey, you took my phone didn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: "Eh, oh?"&lt;br /&gt;Azzie: "Please, I want my phone back!"&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: "Can, can! You come here, meet me at Parkson ya! Eh, you single kah?"&lt;br /&gt;Azzie "... Yes, why?" &lt;i&gt;(sorry dearest, I was weighing the outcome of the conversation if I gave either response TT____TT)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Stranger: "Oh, like that ha? No ma, I'm a good guy ma. Eh, come meet me here ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum wanted me to forget it, but I didn't want to. I really wanted my phone back - that phone is like, my life! A bit later, I called to ask where he was, and he said:&lt;br /&gt;"I go send my grandma first, you wait in front of KFC, I come as fast as possible ya?". I waited almost an hour there, but he never turned up. Not only that, he never answered my calls after that. I was terribly pissed off, and mum went on about how I've been stalked and all since it happened so fast and the way things went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much made up my mind that I would want a career outside my hometown when I went out with my dad and sister later that day, to grab a bite at McDonald's. Sometime ago, I posted an entry on &lt;i&gt;Rude Behaviour&lt;/i&gt;, and it's becoming more and more unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McD's is quite a happening place on Saturday night, but due to it's location and free parking lots, people take advantage of it by parking at McD's but walking off to shop at the 'Golden Triangle' - the three malls that are found dead centre of the city. My dad asked the two of us to go into McD's first and place an order for our food, while he waits for a parking space. He waited for quite sometime, and when there were a few parking spaces that emerged, cars from behind would squeeze in the smallest space and immobilise my dad's car, taking the freed parking space. It happened to dad twice, and after a while, dad was frustrated as it happened a third time. He pulled down his window, honked and nicely told the youngster to not take the parking space, but the youngster just said, "Go wait lah, sure one more will appear!" and just shot his car into the parking space. Dad was furious - and that spoiled our entire night out, as he complained about the youngster and ate in such a hurry while keeping his eyes glued to his car as it was parked illegally behind all the cars parked at the side. I pitied dad - he didn't enjoy his meal, and we all didn't enjoy the rest of our night as he continued complaining as the roads were congested - some people were driving at speeds less than 40km/h, cutting into lanes all of a sudden without signals, and some modified cars revving up their engines making deafening sounds even with your radio turned up so loud. Azureen was in dire need of the acne treatment cream - she was making a fuss at the back of the car too, and I felt all the pressure from everything around me. By the time dad got to the place where Azureen's acne treatment cream was sold, it was closed. We went home - and by the time I got home, I felt absolutely TRAGIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, life went about like it usually would - everything that happened that day would be, what one would describe it as, predictable. I would go to school, learn a few things, get one Biology assessment done in the lab, and I would go home for lunch, attend an appointment at 2.30pm, and go for PA at 3.30pm. Three hours and I would expect to have my dinner. What I didn't expect though, was the fact that my house-elf completely ransacked my room and took all the clothes that I've been using and placed them all in the wash. Why she did this, no one really knows. All she left me was my white polo shirt and my cute pink skirt - too cute to be used for tuition, in my opinion, but like I had a choice! Ah, Feli and I had much plans for Pn. Jo today though - we even pulled the principal in! Read ahead (if you bother XD - I've said a lot already!) if you want to know more about what we had cooked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday wasn't exactly smooth sailing either - I woke up early in the morning to cook my lunch - I was expecting to stay back after school for extra chemistry lessons. I grilled baby octopus in hot sauce, boiled carrots and broccoli and cooked enough rice for myself, and packed a mug with a sachet of my favourite flower tea together with a nice, huge orange for dessert. We also had a chemistry assessment to carry out involving electrolysis - which I enjoyed doing since it turned out pretty well compared to the other experiments we were asked to carry out independently. Wednesday happened to be Pn. Jo's birthday - the day before myself and Felicity used one of our free lessons to call up a bakery and place an order for a cake, which I voluntarily picked up later during the day. We went to look for our principal since Pn. Jo won't be stepping into our class that special day, to ask him to call on Pn. Jo 5 minutes before school ended to our class and mention that there was an emergency and she'd better go see what it is. This, to Mr. Pan's thought, was rather cruel, but he agreed on calling Pn. Jo in a less cruel manner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After break, we realised that we had a free lesson, so we alerted the principal, while we ran back and forth from the canteen and the lab to the classroom to get the cake (thanks to the canteen uncle, we gave him a slice of the cake later) and the matches from each respective place, and stood on standby as we waited for Pn. Jo to make her appearance. When she was on her way up, Fui Mei and Irene alerted us from outside and we scrambled to re-light the cake, as we lighted it up 5 minutes before that, but she did not pop up from the staffroom anytime then. We shut the door to our classroom, and when she opened it, she peered in a bit, as one of us wished her a happy birthday before everyone else could do it in unison, and she pulled herself away from the door a while and a sigh of relief could be heard before she stepped into the class! We all sang her a birthday song, as she blew the candles out, and took photos together (which turned out blur - I recommend you to see it in &lt;a href="http://wackilycrazy.blogspot.com"&gt;Felicity's blog entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after that, we had a PA test - an essay to be written 'scientifically' on the measures we should take to avoid food-poisoning via consumption of water. =___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all the ups and downs throughout the week has really taken a toll on me - I woke up on Thursday feeling like my head was going to split into two and that when I looked at things, it would appear to start spinning away. I decided to skip school, and it happened again, but not as bad as the day before, this morning. I'm fine now - seems that I can't get up too early? O___O Sigh. I thought I had inherited a bit of the infectious strain that my youngest sister had all week - which was a series of violent coughs, headaches, and temperature, but my immune system fought far enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought it was about time I started my 'hybernation' period. What, you may ask, is this hybernation period? I found it an effective way for me to study as I would trap myself at any free time in my room for hours with a nice food supply scattered all over my table while my notes and reference books lie around me (be it the floor, the bed, anywhere so long it is within my reach) as I absorb as much information (and energy from the snack table) as I can regarding the subject I choose to focus on. The last time I did this was for the SPM examinations - and now, since STPM is around the corner, I'd better start making a move for it. Straight As won't (and don't) come easy. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111655368769052641?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111655368769052641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111655368769052641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111655368769052641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111655368769052641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a week...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111590013698079279</id><published>2005-05-12T18:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:47:44.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When someone tells you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Aiyoo! Look at you! Soooo skinny! Like hunchback like that already! And look, what's that at your arm? WAH! Look at all the marks there, and your skin looks so loose lah! What you do ah? Your weight loss so nice lah! Can teach me or not?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of remark I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; the most, and in that slang. It is just so hurtful, but people who say this as soon as they see me just fail to see that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eat more, you need to."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are my nutritionist, and have seen my daily intake of food, you have all the right to say so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more hurtful comments that have been thrown at me lately and frankly I'm getting tired of having to put up with it. Seriously, it's not funny anymore. I know I'm seventeen, turning eighteen, and even so I'm already facing many health problems. If such comments are supposed to make me feel better about life, you're very, very wrong. I'm already trying my best to balance everything, and such comments can throw me off, very, very far. Then again, just to make me feel slightly better about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I should not be affected by such lousy comments! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, enough of that nonsense, I always prefer the brighter side of life, don't you agree? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours before the MUET examinations (speaking component only, that is), I felt so nervous I was shaking and twitching. I drank water like I have been deprived of it for 5 hours under the hot sun. When I got to the quarantine room, I felt dizzy within the first few minutes, but loose wires and sarcasm got the better of me. Ping&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; passed Ronnie this book of jokes (the last time I went to the library, Harnesh was the one reading some of the jokes out) which then got to me as Ronnie read it out loud enough for Felicity and I to hear. After some bit of laughter, I started imagining things, and wondered how everyone else over at West Malaysia was handling the test (and wondered if they were going to sit for it the same day I was). Before I knew it, I saw MaX, running around the library, saying, "confidence, Miaka, CONFIDENCE!" while he hides behinds shelves and stretches his arms long enough to tap the shoulder of the pathetic school librarian. He was cosplaying Luffie, a character from the comic, &lt;i&gt;One Piece&lt;/i&gt; whose skin is stretchy and flexible beyond the logic of one's mind. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.absoluteanime.com/one_piece/luffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; And this is Luffie! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam itself went by like an easy whirlwind. Though compared to our practices, we spoke a lot faster than usual (or maybe it was just me?) but with my loose wires I felt it went by smoothly, as there was less stumbling and stuttering. Felicity clocked in at 1.5 minutes, but I think she has nothing to worry about. I felt that she delivered what she had to say clearly and smoothly, which, to me is important. Ronnie did well too - and each of us had equal opportunities in task B, even though, again, we clocked in a little bit earlier than expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the school librarian, I never understood why she is one in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I joined St. Joseph's, I have never borrowed a book from the library. Not because I wasn't interested in borrowing any of the books, it's because of the librarian. Why I still remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First visit to the library&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of students (my friends and I) decided to go down to the library during two free periods to study.&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: What are you students doing here? You know, you have to be with the teacher to study here at this time? &lt;br /&gt;Me (in thought): Oh, we do? But the teacher isn't around, how are we to get her in here and 'assist us' in our studies?&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Get out, before Pn. Fatimah sees you! &lt;br /&gt;Me (in thought): SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about first impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second visit to the library&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend (a student-librarian, not t3h c2p33d p91D 1) suggested that I claimed my library cards at the library so I can borrow books for future use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um... can I have my library cards please?&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: You form 6 right? Eh, you have books you want to borrow kah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, but I'd like to...&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: No need to take the card lah. When you want to borrow then you get. *starts ignoring, and starts blending in with the background*&lt;br /&gt;Me: But my friend told me I should claim the cards now.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I thought they won't be available later...?&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I exchanged dark looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third visit to the library&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUET lessons were carried out in the library. (HAHA! We DO have a teacher now, don't we?). Bertram stumbled upon a very, very interesting book on how to make sushi/sashimi. I decided to borrow it - but it was not meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Wah. Holiday in a week's time, you still want to borrow is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of borrowing it at that time because the best time to try out things like these would be the holidays???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fourth, and probably the last visit I'll ever make to that library&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a really interesting book on HTML coding, and this was after the MUET test.&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: *on the internet, comes off a while to attend to me* WAH! After exam also want to borrow book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes back to the internet, and ignores everything I said after that about borrowing the book*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yup. That hopeless. Wonder if she'll ever stumble upon my blog. If she does, I hope she realises that she needs to learn how to serve customers. Yup, the very basic of her job, which I'm sure any of my friends can do a whole lot better. Go get herself enrolled in a class or course or something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd better get down to updating my notes - they are very, very left behind. Not only that, the celebration for teacher's day is coming up (16th May 2005) and I'm in charge of ordering the cake for the teachers, and getting a special gift for the teacher who has done a lot putting up with every prefectorial complication. Straight after the celebration I have a chemistry test, which will start off a string of tests throughout the whole week. ARGH! Bumpy road ahead, people. TT___TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, anyone watching American Idol? I totally am supporting Bo. GO BO! XD Sad to see Anthony leaving tonight though. Carrie was crying (and I saw her mouth clearly saying "I love you" when Anthony was singing) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111590013698079279?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111590013698079279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111590013698079279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111590013698079279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111590013698079279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-someone-tells-you.html' title='When someone tells you...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111568337824180471</id><published>2005-05-10T06:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T07:02:58.660+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few hours away~</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sitting in front of my computer, feeling my usual breakfast cereal churning together with a lot of milk in my stomach. Yes, I'm a few hours away from my MUET speaking exam, which I am hoping to get done and over with (and at the same time not have my overall score pulled down by it). Ugh, the churning is sickening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I up to during the weekend? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was all to do with mother's day! When everyone else celebrated it on Sunday, we celebrated for two days - Saturday and Sunday! I worked my butt off in the kitchen, everything was made from scratch (fresh is always the best). Here's what the menu looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hors D'oeurve&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cream of Tomato Soup&lt;br /&gt;Special Salad (consisting of almonds, pineapple, celery, red bell pepper, lettuce and chicken breast meat with a special dressing made of light mayonnaise, a dash of salt, lemon, ground nutmeg and ground ginger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Main Course&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Margherita (the topping was basically Mozarella cheese and cheddar cheese with slices of tomato - dad hates the smell of parmesan)&lt;br /&gt;Meatballs in creamy sauce with mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dessert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate mousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, everything turned out fine, except the chocolate mousse, which failed to set. It did taste chocolatey, but what does one expect out of mousse? Soft, light but solid. It was still in liquid form when I ate it (and Eleena and I were the only ones who did). Mum and dad claimed that the soup and salad filled their stomach to the brim when I served the main dish. =____=" Eleena kept irritating me when she repeated constantly, "Meatballs, meatballs, meatballs, meatballs..." She was putting constant pressure on me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mashed potatoes went dry as we ate salad and soup - and my parents said they preferred the meatballs to go in &lt;i&gt;spaghetti bolognaise&lt;/i&gt; instead. With the pizza (which the dough turned out to be rather hard, as usual I don't work well with yeast), I thought it was overkill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I employed Azureen to be the camera girl - and I can tell you, it's a bad move employing a narcissist to be one. I told her I wanted the part preperations and the dinner itself recorded, but she was busy taking photos of herself with her set of food and drinks (with the assistance of Eleena) and to the extend of having taken a picture that is not 'up to par', ended up spilling the drinks on mum's Turkish carpet. Later, if viewed, 60% of the recording consists of her face (as for my share in the recording, I was seen either eating the chocolate cake, or cutting the chocolate cake - I can't resist chocolate, you see). Ah, where did the cake come from, you ask? I ordered it from Seattle Coffee and Tea, a few days before the weekend came. My dad and I picked the cake up after dinner - I was thanking God I placed an order for a cake since my dessert didn't turn out. Nevertheless, I enjoyed preparing dinner - and when I woke up the next day, I felt super guilty after the chocolate indulgence as I went to sleep almost soon after I finished consuming the load. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I better stop on all the food talk, I'm getting violent reactions in my stomach now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we didn't do much celebrating like the day before. I helped mum do a big little 'touch up' on her hair colour, and followed her around shopping for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, now I'm feeling excited as I continue writing this entry in - I mean, the MUET exams are going to be, once and for all, over. OVER! One subject less to worry about, isn't that great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111568337824180471?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111568337824180471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111568337824180471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111568337824180471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111568337824180471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/few-hours-away.html' title='A few hours away~'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111530586133334924</id><published>2005-05-05T21:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:11:01.643+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bozzetto.com/"&gt; Bozetto.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the funny flash animations to watch are here - I my favourite is the one where a male and female is being compared! Really funny! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there are a lot of things to be celebrating about. Firstly, our school band has won the state level marching band competition. Richard has just opened his bank account, and today,'s date = 05/05/05. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just stopped by to make a few notes for the day. I'm planning quite a bit for the special little weekend - and I'm not spilling anything in case the person I'm planning it for finds out what's in store for them through my entries. I love what I have in mind at the moment, and I'll reveal it at the end of the week, when all has been done. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111530586133334924?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111530586133334924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111530586133334924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111530586133334924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111530586133334924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/notes-of-day.html' title='Notes of the Day'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111527476735076715</id><published>2005-05-05T13:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:32:47.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Define blondes. Then again, forget I asked.</title><content type='html'>Recieved this through e-mail - though it was a good laugh at first, but I think it's bad to stereotype people in such a manner, and I know very well, blondes are not like this (there's just a minor few who are, but attract so much attention to themselves that the whole world has to blow everything out of proportion). Enjoy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew a blonde that was so stupid that.......  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me to get my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said "concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to put M&amp;M's in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a fax with a stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to drown a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought a quarterback was a refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She studied for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said "Airport Left" she turned around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssh. Sounds kind of mean, if you look back at it again, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111527476735076715?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111527476735076715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111527476735076715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111527476735076715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111527476735076715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/define-blondes-then-again-forget-i.html' title='Define blondes. Then again, forget I asked.'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111520728213218303</id><published>2005-05-04T17:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:48:02.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zee Storee of Zee Heepo</title><content type='html'>What's with the title? Hee hee, I finally got round to watching 'Along Came Polly'. There was once I made plans with Raye to catch this movie with her, but we just never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I truly understand how the hippo craze got to MaX and got round to all the CF forumers soon after! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to watch the latest "Phantom of the Opera" (my mum tried purchasing the DVD once, but it turned out to be the horrific version of it recorded sometime back in the eighties - nothing musical at all about it, but there was splendid bloodspill all over the place!). I absolutely loved the movie, and couldn't help humming tunes from the movie itself almost everywhere I went for at least a day or two. Oh, and the phantom, he looks hot behind the mask. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to catch up with things that have been happening so far since the last time I blogged. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to note that Kulow (a friend, younger by one year compared to me), could do a really adorable act when he doesn't have something that you expect from him or when he doesn't want to do something. He will look down to the ground, turn from side to side, and speak with such a soft voice that makes you just want to pat his head or something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening of labour day, a few friends of mine and I went for a dinner in celebration of the 35th Anniversary of the Taekwondo club of Kuching. Nothing was really too special about the food or anything (typically Thian Court - you can't really complain about the food but at the same time it's not satisfying). What made the night special was when Ambia and Kulow turned up wearing the monk's robe - without the beads. They looked so authentically lost, attending a dinner celebrating the art of Taekwondo. Not only that, they acted the parts very well, giving bodily expressions and responses to the recordings and shows they had that night, not forgetting the food - after all monks don't exactly eat meat, but they did anyway. They were terribly polite too - everyone took their share before they did, and they always had their right hand pointed upwards close to their mouth, which is very much the pose the monks don as their trademark. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I had so much to write in my diary, specifically my daily schedules and routines. Catching up with all the practicals and practices I have lined up along the week alongside the usual tuition classes I have plus keeping in touch with the school band members via text messaging on the cellphone - I'm anticipating good news from them, I really want to see them win and represent Sarawak to the National Band Competition! Nevertheless, it was only yesterday I was cutting a small red onion for the bio practical (which I came out of the lab feeling unsatisfied since I labelled my pictures in pencil and did not indicate the magnification of my drawings, and the aftermath of staring so much into the microscope made me feel dizzy for at least an hour or two. As for today, I came out of the chemistry lab, minutes after the bell rang to indicate the end of break, and by the time I got to class to sit down and do some speaking practices, I couldn't think or speak properly, and I ended up sleeping in class, despite all the noise around me since the teacher, Pn. Lye did not come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we had a chemistry test (of all things, everyone else is busy celebrating their day off while we struggle to lift the weights off our shoulders), and just a few hours ago we had a maths test - looking back at it I think 70% of what I wrote was pure crap (because I think if I were to read back my answer score, I don't think I would understand 70% of it). Ah well. What to do, what's done is done, and cannot be undone. I'm learning to save time, but I'm sacrificing my handwriting and my language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111520728213218303?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111520728213218303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111520728213218303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111520728213218303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111520728213218303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/05/zee-storee-of-zee-heepo.html' title='Zee Storee of Zee Heepo'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111467063159736011</id><published>2005-04-28T13:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:53:53.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low GI foods, and my flabby self =___=</title><content type='html'>I just realised how I couldn't really eat during my school breaktime today despite the fact that the pastry lady came over today and had tempted me into buying two pretzels, two &lt;i&gt;siow baos&lt;/i&gt; (is that how you spell it?), two cinnamon rolls and two curry puffs, and when I looked back at the bag, thinking of which one I should start with, I frowned as I said to myself, "I don't even feel THAT hungry!". So I only managed to eat one &lt;i&gt;siow bao&lt;/i&gt;, and I slightly regretted it after that because I felt really stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the school bell rings to indicate break time, I never fail to hear at least a "I'm HUNGRY!" from someone. Lately, that phrase has hardly escaped my mouth anytime from early morning to 1pm or so in the afternoon. When I came back for lunch this afternoon I saw the cereal box of the breakfast I always have before leaving home (and this started just recently, after the whole gastric and indigestion reoccurance) the words "Low GI index - less than 55". I was pretty surprised, because I didn't know that cereal was of low GI, and to me, health foods like these are pretty hard to come by - and we're talking about the whole of Malaysia here. I am rather impressed with Low GI foods, they make me feel quite safe, since the release of energy through the carbohydrates in the cereal is slow, therefore constantly supplying a sufficient amount of energy for a time period. It's a great way of not having to cater and worry about your stomach grumbling at you, which would normally result in snacking (at least in my case, the food they sell in our canteen isn't anywhere close to anything healthy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only make me envy western (or westernised) countries as their health food industry (I am sure) is booming. One thing I enjoyed when I was in Australia was looking at the health foods, which was in abundance. Nutrition facts were everywhere - step into McDonald's and the wrappers even tell you the nutrition provided by every single food product sold. Even though Malaysia has an Act somewhere that made nutrition facts compulsory for food products sold, majority are inaccurate. I can tell because even the serving size, servings per package and net weight did not tally, what can you say about the rest of the information? I mean, if you mention that the net weight is 500g, and that one serving size is 50g, shouldn't the servings per package be 10? Hah. Nope, majority say 1, and a minor few, 'about 5'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm rather frustrated to the fact that my parents are constantly arguing whenever it comes to me and my eating habits. Okay, maybe now it's not so much of the eating habits, it's more or like, what they see when they look at me. Mum thinks I'm gaining weight. Dad thinks I'm still losing weight. I went for a consultation this afternoon, and guess what the experts said? You are normal, not to worry, but you have bad stretch marks all over your skin, and you are quite flabby at certain parts of your body. Erkh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111467063159736011?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111467063159736011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111467063159736011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111467063159736011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111467063159736011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/low-gi-foods-and-my-flabby-self.html' title='Low GI foods, and my flabby self =___='/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111461067619471059</id><published>2005-04-27T18:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:04:36.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? O____O</title><content type='html'>My mum came storming into my room, singing this song - just the beginning part of it though. She gave me quite a surprise, until she ended that phrase with, "Morning, Spongebob. Afternoon, Spongebob. Night? Spongebob. No wonder I can remember the song now!" (She was shouting it out loud so my youngest sister could hear her over the television, which was showing, guess what? Spongebob.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Chin came over to my duty post and handed me a nice smiley badge. ^____^ I had placed it on my blazer, and it looked absolutely cute! I don't know what the teachers will say though, it does seem childish and a bit out of place. I have an interest in button badges, and I daresay it is quite a nice idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over packed for lunch today, and I couldn't really get used to the idea of eating crackers. I wanted to balance between the two - eating rice and crackers from time to time, but I think my diet might just end up being berserk, I would say me resulting in not knowing what to eat anymore. I even brought my special mug to make my special flower tea to school, that was probably the only fun part of my lunch. :\ So much of waking up at four to cook... Itachi-kun recommended to try cooking the fish I brought in &lt;i&gt;belacan&lt;/i&gt; next time, but I was wondering how shall I do that since I grilled the fish, and belacan either comes in granules or paste. I just wonder... LOL! I have no doubts in the taste, I have doubts in the method of cooking it up. =____="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was very much on Pn. June's side today. Yup, everything seemed to revolve around Organic Chemistry. Even I was addicted to the notes I was preparing, it looked so neat I could only impress myself with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the colours of the clothes that Pn. Lye and Pn. Jo were wearing. Pn. Jo wore a wide range of warm and earthly colours (which was very striking indeed!) and Pn. Lye came in a simple white and red theme, red beaded necklace included. The theme of the day was Tropicana - I couldn't get it until Pn. Jo pointed it out (and I was too lazy to walk up to the part of the wall that listed all the themes of the week). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the extra chemistry lessons I was rushing home because I couldn't stand the state of my car. It needed a wash, and badly. I managed to wash two cars today, my own and my mum's. Surprisingly I feel less tension after cleaning the cars, it just goes to show that exercise can be a stress reliever (or chores, LOL). Then again, washing two cars increased my appetite - I even had space for ice-cream after dinner at McDonald's despite eating the large helping of the very much despised rice (mum's order) with fish soup and fish cooked in &lt;i&gt;asam&lt;/i&gt; plus the salad and spinach and the papaya... Ugh. I scare myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUET exams are drawing nearer. I don't know if I'm excited to get it done or over with or afraid to face it. I'm somewhat prepared, but I have this fear of not completing my essays within the time period given. It's always the case and I've never really gotten over it despite practice. Then again, no need to blow anything out of proportion really. It's only English, right? *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, about time I stopped crapping. I should really crap during weekends, not weekdays - loads of work and notes to catch up with, and somehow I just couldn't care less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Richard darling, you sleep real early these days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111461067619471059?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111461067619471059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111461067619471059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111461067619471059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111461067619471059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-lives-in-pineapple-under-sea-oo.html' title='Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? O____O'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111434718544607203</id><published>2005-04-24T19:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:53:05.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 66.67% Female, 33.33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Left Brained, 80% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=400 bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;120&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/eqquiz/index.php"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee! Nabbed these quizzes from Cryst! ^___^ (Thanks Cryst!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't much to say this week, only it's been really hectic since I got back to school last Friday. I feel that I had missed out on a lot of things, and I'm finding it hard to catch up - last Saturday, I had to complete two practicals for chemistry, and Pn. June didn't exactly liked the idea that I took out the chromotography paper half an hour earlier than everyone else. But looking back at our group's paper, our seperation of the components of the food dye was pretty well done, and I had the greatest doubt that the solvent would have moved up any higher than it was after leaving it for 2.5 hours - I mean, after the first hour, the solvent (which was ethanol + water) did not seem to move from it's highest position then. After 2.5 hours, it still looked like what it was after the first hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was also Parent-Teacher Day. My mum came after nine, whereas most of my classmate's parents came before eight. When I left the lab to meet up with my mum and later, Pn. Jo, friends were whispering and wishing me luck. =___=" I was surprised Pn. Jo didn't say much to my mum, and I was surprised that my mum told Pn. Jo I rarely studied at home! Argh! For one, mum's got that fact completely wrong! TT____TT I felt so insulted at that moment. Either way, I still have to buck up. Pn. Jo said I was rather involved in too many things, and I think it's about time I cut back. I fear STPM is drawing nearer, and I know I am far from my goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUET exam is on the 30th of April. Yes, this Saturday. Am I prepared? Almost. I need a few more things: More confidence, more experience in writing summaries and essays, and just a bit more time (which isn't possible). Sigh. I miss baking! I WANT TIME TO BAKE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111434718544607203?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111434718544607203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111434718544607203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111434718544607203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111434718544607203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-busy-me.html' title='Busy, busy me!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111398761032479560</id><published>2005-04-20T14:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:00:10.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do Things Work...</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of people are just going to end up rolling their eyes and go, "Please..." if I were to say, I was missing from school and everything else for the past three days due to a reoccurence of acute gastritis and indigestion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time this happened it was roughly a month and a half ago. I thought I had my problems fixed with homeopathy, because everything seemed to regulate as I was on medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, going through the same thing twice, and tracking back at everything that has happened, it can be concluded that left-overs and poorly prepared food can cause severe reactions in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this conclusion came about:&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was on strict homeopathy, I did not allow food with preservatives, old food, sour food, yeast... you know the rest... The last set/round was the least strict, as more or less half the items on that list were allowed on my diet (the ones still remaining were coffee, tea, preserved food, extremely sour food/fruits, yeast, and red meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Occurence of gastritis + indigestion: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One right after the Rolls Royce performance with the school band/Usu Ena's visit (with the mass of food she cooked, including boiled eggs, which I am not supposed to eat). Now come to think of it, when I look back at the Rolls Royce performance with the band, I didn't exactly observe good hygene measures when I ate, since I was rather hungry at that time. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The next one involved eating one-day-old satay, left over from my sister's party. In fact, I ate quite a lot of food left over from the party actually, that includes cheese cake, &lt;i&gt;ayam masak merah&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, conclusion from the above data:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I shall not touch left overs a day or more old &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I shall cook my own meals when I can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I shall exercise no more than 4 times a week &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I shall not touch processed food/refined sugar if I can help it (I will only allow chocolates, the rest will have to go bye-bye or appear less frequently in my diet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the only thing I have to worry about, and some might raise an eyebrow (or both) at the last conclusion. I'm not trying to go on another diet, or so it seems to others - I'm just trying to adopt a better lifestyle, and now I'm adjusting it. I know I cannot say I naturally lost 40kg++ without doing anything about it. Unfortunately a lot of people think I lie when I say I keep no secrets to losing such amount of weight. For the last time, &lt;i&gt;I did not take diet pills, I did not go on some "magic therapy/slimming programme", and I certainly did not go for liposuction.&lt;/i&gt; (Looking back at this, it's making me laugh). Worse still, it's so obvious that some people hate me for that, but I'm just going to ignore that. I know the truth, the few of you obviously don't, and that's going to keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a long break after my second round of homeopathy medication, and at that point I felt starved from all my usual favourites - chocolate, cakes, sweets, doughnuts... the list goes on. My sugar levels shot up, my blood pressure went down. Worst still, the doctor asked my parents this question: "Is your daughter anorexic?" I wanted to say "CLEAN YOUR EYES OUT". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents agreed that I need to change my eating habits. They're now forcing me to eat rice, whether I like it or not, that's not within my right anymore. Itachi-kun passed a message from Ina-chan a few days before the recent weekend, saying that I lost a lot of weight from the last time she saw me. At my sister's birthday party a number of her friends said I looked too skinny. Another said my wrists were rather small. Mum and dad said my muscles were wasting away. I didn't believe any of this, until the past weekend. I specially have to thank Itachi-kun and Ina-chan for their concern lately, I'm very touched indeed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I hope this is one final adjustment to my diet, I hope it'll help me gain more muscle (not the fat, I don't want other health issues thank you very much). My reason to typing this all out? Because I feel like it and I hope I'll get some co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God leaves a message, and shows everyone His love and care through everything that happens in our lives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111398761032479560?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111398761032479560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111398761032479560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111398761032479560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111398761032479560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-do-things-work.html' title='How Do Things Work...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111372807095612271</id><published>2005-04-17T15:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:54:30.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Splat*</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. it's been that long since I posted in a blog entry (compared to my usual). Either way, I've been pretty busy, and this weekend has been quite demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have enjoyed it so much if I were allowed to stay back in school (and possibly sleep over) for the Form 4 prefect's camp. The first day was relatively fun, seeing the juniors 'bully' the junior-juniors. I knew there was going to be more to it than that - just imagine, they have to take care of a banana for two nights, making sure they won't go bad. War cheers, group names, sketch, barbeque - I missed out on all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I was required to help out at home, with my sister's birthday party. It is actually supposed to be celebrated on the 18th, but who wants to celebrate on a school night? The moment I got back from extra Bio class yesterday, I had lunch. Feeling tired I loaded on my own sweet brownies which shot me straight on a sugar rush. I was practically animated and on fast forward after lunch till about 6.30pm or so (FYI it was half a tray, I baked two). I was literally jumping up and down when I was cutting and preparing the salad, spaghetti, cake (and the brownies, not to mention nipping off some more while doing so) and everything else until about 6.30pm, where a few of my sister's friends had already arrived and my sister was taking another shower. =____="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the party did start, I wanted to run! The CD player was turned up so loud I couldn't hear myself speak or think. My sister had such an odd bunch of friends, and she looked as if she could only truly relate to some of them rather than the whole lot. There was one group who just sat in my bedroom the whole night through, using the internet, and another group which attempted to dance (my cousins and I were observing and went, "... UNDERAGE DISCO, 15 slow shakes from side to side per minute") and another group that just screamed everytime they did something. Myself, my grannies, my aunts and cousins found sanctuary in the kitchen, where we basically chit-chatted on general things and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister asked for help to cut the cake, I didn't know she was going to turn me into a slave. Ugh! I've never been pushed around so much - my sister is just so easily influenced when she has her group of friends around. "Help me cut the cake" meant, "Lay out the cake, light up the candles, I blow and cut the first slice, you cut the rest, lay them out on the plates seperately, and distribute while I go scream my head off with the rest of my friends, ka-peesh?". The music was just booming its way through the night - I accumulated a headache and felt deaf after cutting the cake (and it made me look like an idiot, that cake was no joke. Cutting it can also mean crumbling the cake down). Then again, it was, afterall, her birthday celebration. Let her have her moment, I'll have mine someday. :) (I think my friends are far less destructive. The carpet was so out of place, the CDs and plates were scattered all over the place, you get the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the night was when Mr. Kane called. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this psychotic local movie that frightened the hell out of me. It's just the way psychopaths laugh, I guess. It was a movie about this woman, Ida, who's married to a guy named Taufik. Her mother in law, abused her endlessly because she believes that Ida has taken her son away from her, and never before her did her son ever disobeyed a simple order from her. Being pregnant, her mother in law would drag her across the floors of the house by her hair, and only feed her one meal a day, that being far late at night, and Ida was terrified to the fact that the food would be poisoned. Ida, being from a poor background, was despised by her mother in law, since status and money played so much of an importance to her. Taufik also had been very busy with work, and the mother in law had carefully planned everything so that Taufik never saw any abusing with his own two eyes. To one point, Ida tried telling him, but he couldn't believe what he heard, and thought his wife had changed, and there was no love in their relationship anymore. In the end, with Ida being terribly pale and famished, the mother dragged her by the hair again all the way down to the kitchen, which was only lit with candles, and served her one whole chicken with rice. Being so hungry, she ate, looking cannibalistic, but after a short while, the psychotic mother in law said, "Eat up, my dear, I made that specially for you. I marinated it for three hours long, I made so much effort to make it taste delicious for you. It was soaked in rat poison and grains of glass..." and everything after that was just pure horror. She vomited, and attempted to vomit out some more, but the crazy lunatic took more of the chicken and forced it into her daughter-in-law's mouth till she bled. Then, she dragged her around the house, and threw her out of the house in the heavy rain as she struggled to get up from the profuse bleeding. She started coughing blood, and was bleeding internally (you can see blood coming out from the other end of her body too). Taufik's mother had planned a dinner for Taufik and an old flame of his (and even tried fixing a second marriage), and made it in such a way that she did not expect Taufik to come home. When he did, Ida tried telling him about the poisoned food while Taufik asked his mother to call for an ambulance, but she said they were busy and kept making excuses for every question Taufik asked her. When Ida did manage to say something that sounded like, "poison food on table inside", he ran in, and saw the truth. The psychotic mother was going, "I did it for you son, I did it for you!" and when Ida died in his arms, the mother was laughing and singing a song about herself and her son, while Taufik cried. And that was when the movie ended, leaving me feeling really, really afraid. Normally I don't suck up and stick to local films, but the trend of this movie just got me hooked, and since I was hanging around with my grannies who always are glued to tv shows and movies, this movie only hooked me halfway through its run. Ugh. It frightened the hell out of me! TT___TT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to more pressing issues - my chemistry homework! I better get it done before Pn. June has the right to behead me. *gulp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111372807095612271?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111372807095612271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111372807095612271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111372807095612271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111372807095612271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/splat.html' title='*Splat*'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111328700907389441</id><published>2005-04-12T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:40:39.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynic? Nah!</title><content type='html'>'You just imagine, my husband went out to the garden and came back with a rose. He handed it to me and said, "Don't you think it's beautiful?" I replied, "Uh... huh." (the dull, empty, unresponse- kind of look on the face . So I placed the rose aside, and completely forgot about it for the next two days. When I came across it, the rose looked very much withered, and I could only think, "Oh dear...", feeling guilty. So, I placed the rose in the aquarium, thinking afterall the water is full of fertiliser.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote, and unquote my MUET teacher, Pn. Lye. She only had about 40 minutes with our class today, but she did mention a lot about cynics and scientists, since the article we were given to read did have relevance to the two topics. I just realised how cute Pn. Lye can really be when she is giving her opinions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Felicity suggested living in Bario, since city life opens people up to unbelievably complex manners where we develop dislike against certain people, and soon after that, lose the ability to trust. Pn. Lye said it was a good idea, we'll be 'good, clean people' that way! (By the way, Bario is really far from what people in the city would call, 'civilisation'). Hehe, this one was in relevance of being a cynic. As for the discussion on the scientists, we were asked, "Are Scientists Neutral?". The real question really, is are scientists doing their part for the benifit of the society, or for the interest of money? After all, money is what you need if you are to be considered a living human. Either way, the article supports the negative side of the argument, and there wasn't much to say about it anyway, since time was limited. At the end of the lesson, Pn. Lye came up to Felicity and said, "A cynic is when someone comes up to you and says, 'I - HATE - YOU'". The way Pn. Lye said it and expressed it was just so funny! If I had a camcorder at that moment I would have recorded it for it was such a priceless moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan brought his camera today. 6.3 mega pixels, the brand is known as 'i'. Looked cute and cool, and was impressed to the fact that it costed less than RM300. Then again, it had a few flaws, one being not able to focus well (if the photographer is moving while taking the picture, the picture taken also looks... um... stretched at particular points of the photo, call it a lag?), and two, the colour of the photo wasn't brilliant enough. But for the fun of taking photos, why not? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I also had a lot of fun during Bio today. Not only were we given the advantage of seeing beautiful samples of the transverse sections of the stem and leaves of different plants on a television screen, but Jay-Jay, Bertram and Ronnie managed to pollute me with their hillarious antiques! Their method of remembering the difference between the anatomy of a C3 and C4 plant cracked me up so much, and at the end of the day, Bertram announced to Darrel that my mind is now officially '50% yellow'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I think I'd better make a move. I have tuition to catch... in 50 minutes? I take time to drive! XD Will update on my exam results - I need to really push myself in the next few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111328700907389441?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111328700907389441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111328700907389441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111328700907389441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111328700907389441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/cynic-nah.html' title='Cynic? Nah!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111306589490256446</id><published>2005-04-09T23:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:58:14.903+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveys - Bored, I guess</title><content type='html'>1.If you could choose your own name,what will it be?&lt;br /&gt;*Florentyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you funny?&lt;br /&gt;* No. But on rare occasions I can be rather sarcastic (but I need to be severely provoked first). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite movie(s)?&lt;br /&gt;* A lot - From the Pacifier to White Chicks, ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many piercings do you have and where?&lt;br /&gt;* one that will not go without the other on my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favorite TV show(s)?&lt;br /&gt;* ALIAS! and CSI, now that ALIAS is off at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;* Mixed Fruits from BOKOMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you speak a language?&lt;br /&gt;* DEFINITELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favorite clothing?&lt;br /&gt;* a cute skirt and cute top! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;* Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever cheated in school?&lt;br /&gt;* Cheated in what sense? O_O I remembered I was so desperate in a spelling test when I was in primary one - I had a box of coloured pencils then, and I wrote the word bicycle on it before the test, but the teacher told me to tuck it away after she spotted it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could put a spell on anyone to fall in love with you, who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;* I already have him, don't need a spell to do it again..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;* When I get to eat, sms, and relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have an accent?&lt;br /&gt;* Doesn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;* I can't live without chocolate, salad, and ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;* not yet *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who are your favorite actors and actress?&lt;br /&gt;* err... Jim Carrey and .. uh.. Lindsay Lohan. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;* my cute little pink night gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Have you ever met people you met online in real life?&lt;br /&gt;* DEFINITELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Think you are smart?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah, I'm as smart when I wear smart clothes indeed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you get a chance to be a leading role,which film would you wanna be in?&lt;br /&gt;* The Princess Diaries, the first one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;* I can bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;* No, and I don't intend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you messy or neat?&lt;br /&gt;* A mix of both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's one thing you've always wanted to learn?&lt;br /&gt;* dancing of all kinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;* no, and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever had a serious celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;* a cartoony one, yes. (How lame is that?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's ONE thing you will NEVER do?&lt;br /&gt;* smoke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;* water is essential!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you shy?&lt;br /&gt;* sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's the most fun you've had recently?&lt;br /&gt;* eating loads of different kinds of cheesecake in one night at a dinner with friends and people I enjoyed meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;* Food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like your family?&lt;br /&gt;* LOVE. Like is an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If you could trade places with anyone for a day, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;* Err... my mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What was your favorite cartoon when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;* Pinky and the Brain *(NARF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you ever want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;* I want children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;* I just said I wanted children. Are kids any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;* Where's my ribbon-chan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's the worst class you've ever taken?&lt;br /&gt;* PAI. Brainwashers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you pluck your eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you NOT pluck your eyebrows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111306589490256446?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111306589490256446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111306589490256446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111306589490256446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111306589490256446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/surveys-bored-i-guess.html' title='Surveys - Bored, I guess'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111279271682481915</id><published>2005-04-06T19:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:11:04.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Positive</title><content type='html'>Ooh. No updates for one whole week. I'm amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've set a few goals to achieve, or rather, targets to hit by May the 15th (because my next exam is on the 16th of May).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Finish studying every topic, up to date, for biology, and chemistry, with complete notes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Do two maths questions a day &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; At every end of the week, one test paper shall be done and marked &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Anything I get stuck on, ASK the teacher immediately &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this needs my immediate attention - MUET exam, 30th April 2005. So, my goal? Talk, and read, a lot. I really want to get myself a band 6 for my English, I won't settle for anything lower. Just to prove to myself if I tried I can do what I want to achieve, though I am planning to study overseas after STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden goals? Basically based on my poor results, including my 'one mark away from band 6' English papers (MaX you better read this and give me a high five the next time you see me), which does nothing more but irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold off a total of 12 mice this week. Dad was complaining that I should have sold my mice at a higher price-we spent about RM20 a week to feed the mice, but thankfully mum butted in and said we didn't want profits anyway. I thought selling it at the price range of RM20-RM40 at a market was utterly ridiculous, and to the person who bravely pasted the notices promoting their ever so tempting mice without putting the price on (which someone did call to find out that it costs RM 35 per mouse). These mice, in the end, will be cut up, sad to say they won't live to see another day after the month of June/July. Yes, it sounds cruel, but it is a requirement of our syllabus. If I had the choice, I would not want to kill innocent mice for the sake of my studies. I'm now left with 6 mice, so I cannot continue selling the mice. Thanks to those who did buy them from me, I hope you take care of them well, till the day the practicals are going to be carried out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my hair cut yesterday. For once, it was satisfactory, nothing near disaster. I think I have found myself a new hairdresser. Though, she did point out that I was balding, and that my hair was way too dry - I can only agree to that, as she used another mirror behind me to enable me to see the back of my head. Sadly, there is one patch (not too big, but noticable) where hair just doesn't fluorish. For a seventeen year old, I've got too many health problems. :/ I just wonder what's next. Rotting teeth, getting more and more senile, blurring vision, and dumb perhaps? Argh, I'd better not think about it, before it really does happen. It really is unwelcomed... Oh, and just for a note, I used some of the money I got from selling the mice to get myself a medicated shampoo and hair tonic. "=___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this week has been is nothing but a pile of responsibilities. The sudden rush of everything just demanding attention from you is exhilirating. I sleep early nowadays, I can't remain awake after 10.30pm. I wake up later too, and I feel lethargic (and I've been using this word once too often this week) most of the day. Some of the boys in school are really testing my patience-and I'm not referring to the boys that I am familiar with, I'm referring to the boys that I was assigned to monitor this week as part and parcel of the duties carried out by a prefect. Thankfully I have a gift that I inherited from my mum, which is none other than ignorance. Specifically, this kind of ignorance is one where you just can't notice people calling out to you so easily or realise that someone is calling out to you a tad bit too late - and how do I know I inherited this from my mum? My sister and I experimented on it while we had our vacation in KL the last school holidays. A couple of times we were going down the escalators in shopping malls, waving frantically at mum upon spotting her so she would notice us (we weren't that far away from her). Instead of being noticed, we recieved a phone call from her instead, which we didn't answer because by about three or four ring tones, we were right in front of her. @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got to make a move. I'm going to see the doctor again this afternoon for the third round (and hopefully my final) of my medication, and attend a meeting and have a practice speaking session with our MUET teacher. Tomorrow we are having an extra Biology lesson (four hours long), wish me luck on that, I must study AND ABSORB the information well before hand if I were to survive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111279271682481915?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111279271682481915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111279271682481915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111279271682481915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111279271682481915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/being-positive.html' title='Being Positive'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111245325466183512</id><published>2005-04-02T21:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T21:47:34.663+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slimming boutiques? Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Firstly, let me point out the disadvantage of trying to kill two birds with one stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, you waste one stone, and kill not a single bird. Or so it turned out that way for me today, anyway. I wanted to take part in the telematch organised in celebration of 100 years of the Rotary Club of Kuching at St. Thomas' School, at the same time I was required to attend a senior prefect's meeting at school. Weighing the responsibilities towards each club or organisation, it seemed that priority went to the meeting. After sticking around for an hour or so, it appeared that whether I was at the meeting or not, it doesn't matter. =___=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me miss the registration for the telematch, and hence, when I arrived at St. Thomas's School, all I could do was spectate. The only kind of activity I did was talking. The boredom of it all sucked just about every bit of perkiness I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went round the city in a really slow pace with Ronnie and Brendan. Nothing was really striking about today, though I expected to see more people since it was a Saturday off for government workers. However, there was this little thing that grabbed my attention for a while when we were walking at the center court of Tun Jugah. There was this electronic weighing scale of a kind, and the lady standing nearby it asked if I wanted to get my body fat percentage and mass calculated. Since it was free of charge, and I am somewhat a kind of a health freak, decided to take off my socks and let the machine do its nifty little trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady told me, I should try eliminating 1.9kg of fat in my body. To me, that's a lot of fat, ma'am. Ronnie said it was all the chocolates to blame, and Brendan gave me a funny smirk. The lady then asked me to 'try my luck' by randomly picking one of those rolls of paper supposedly rewarding me with a little gift of somekind. Looking at the box they had not too far from the bowl of rolled-up papers, I was expecting to recieve some kind of sample lotion thingy - one of those creams that says will help you tone or shape up. When I unravelled the roll of paper I chose, the lady said I shouldn't waste it as I earned myself a free massage session, which I would say I'm more than happy to indulge on anytime this month. :) It's free after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady also gave me a different voucher, one that entitles me to 54 sessions of 'body treatment' for RM 1800. Pooh. I'm only a student, ma'am. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our last stop was the watch shop, where I couldn't help but stare at the watches I wish I could own. :( Ronnie tried cutting his metal watch shorter, but the shop owner somehow said it was not possible. :| The shop I bought the metal watch from said it WAS possible and could be done anywhere! (That's why I had the confidence in buying the watch in the first place!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of my afternoon shopping with mum at the weekend market. When I finally got home, I washed my mum's car before dinner. Then, we had a round of scrabble, where I just had no luck when I got my letters. Dad took such a long time to think, I was practically writing out my planned schedule on the wrapping paper I bought while shopping with Ronnie and Brendan that was also a calendar. It was a cute one - but today would have been more fun if there were new things to explore. Sigh... Travillion better open soon, and they'd better promise unique stores, or my life shall be drained to emptiness... &gt;___&gt; (Oh, all that drama just isn't me...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111245325466183512?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111245325466183512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111245325466183512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111245325466183512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111245325466183512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/slimming-boutiques-hmm.html' title='Slimming boutiques? Hmm...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111236612362101932</id><published>2005-04-01T20:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:35:23.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Exams~</title><content type='html'>Of course, at the end of exams, I would want to review how I managed myself throughout the whole exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-I am NEVER prepared. Pathetically, I only manage to stay up through my studies the day before the exam itself. Even so, I can only survive a maximum of three hours before I fall asleep, regardless whether I am aware of it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-I managed my time very, very badly. For both science papers, I reached the essay part with no more than 15 minutes left. Come on, to write two, long essays in 15 minutes, and have the facts all straightened out nicely? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three-Why do I always feel so sleepy? Gosh, someone really doesn't want me to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I'm insulting myself in this post, but hopefully from all this, I'll wake up and smell the air around me properly, for once. I just never learn, but I really hope this time around, things will be different. I cannot do this for STPM - It's suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, IT'S APRIL FOOL'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I was into playing pranks on people, but some things that happened today are worth recording. (Nicely hinted by Felicity either way XD). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity started the day with testing my 'Sign Language' knowledge. First, she lifted up three fingers on both hands (excluding the thumb and the index finger), and I said it represented "OK". Then, she only lifted her index finger and her middle finger, and I said, "Peace". Then she lifted up only her index finger, and I said, "What the heck is that?". She repeated the whole thing, and I repeated my response. In the end, she said, "It's THREE, TWO, ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit later, Bertram approached me and asked me to open the little flat package he handed me. Curious, I wondered what he could be up to, knowing Bertram. When I did lift up one side of the flap of the cardboard, horrible flicking and constant vibrations could be heard and felt from the package. The next thing I knew, the white paper inside it was fluttering violently, and heading towards me! In the end it revealed to be the inside of a ball point pen (the one that holds the ink), bent in a curve, held by a twisted rubber band with a small piece of folded paper in the middle. Very innovative of Bertram to come up with such things - and I thanked God I did not let out a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertram then approached Felicity with the same package, but Felicity was so weary about it did not open it and decided to save it for Pn. Lye instead. When Pn. Lye settled down at the teacher's table, Felicity approached her and handed her the package. She screamed as the paper fluttered towards her! A bit later, Ms. Lim stormed into our classroom, and Felicity tried pulling the same trick on her, but Ms. Lim knew better. She opened the package right under my nose-the paper amused her as it fluttered directly at my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Pn. Jo's reaction was the most entertaining one of the day. After claiming our test papers, Felicity handed her the package, and when she opened it, not only did she let out a scream, she let go of the package, knocked into Darrel, and almost overturned the table behind her! Pn. Jo hurt herself that way though, I hope it didn't cause her any kind of injury... &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, to me was the kind of little jokes people should be playing on April Fool's Day. Unfortunately, my previous school, still carried out its tradition, where someone will get 'floured' and 'egged'. To the person who threw it at someone else, obviously it would be amusing. If you were, however, the target? It's disgusting, having egg and flour all over you, and worse still, you have to stick with it till you get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll end my post here. Got to gear up for tomorrow, we have a telematch in the morning! Not that it's a competition or anything, but I bet it's going to be loads of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111236612362101932?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111236612362101932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111236612362101932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111236612362101932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111236612362101932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/04/end-of-exams.html' title='End of Exams~'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111216365398141645</id><published>2005-03-30T12:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:20:53.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no American, but it is Logic afterall ^__^</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;Eh&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You scored 13 American Logic Points! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Not horrible, but not good either... You need to get up from your computer and go outside for a while. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/142/908/14390894809836201966/mt1111968215.jpg"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=8 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=142 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;5%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;American Logic&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16529851253388710891'&gt;The American logic Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=14390894809836201966'&gt;You4got2Evolve&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16529851253388710891"&gt; Take the test here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made me wonder how the questions manage to really come up to this conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;PERFECTION!!!!!!!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You scored 81 looks, 89 personality, 64 politics, and 61 sex drive! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You are beautiful, have a great personality, know youre politics, and have a high sex drive. You are the girl of any man's dreams. You know what you are doing in bed, you're fairly conservative, and you know how to treat your loved one. Men have been waiting for a girl like you all their lives. You probably know how to make sure that the ones you love are happy. You will make someone a great wife or girlfriend someday, if you haven't already. You're the kind of girl that everyone wants. You're probably fun in a conversation and I'm sure that you are as loveable as you are beautiful. You have a wonderful life ahead of you, make sure you live it to the fullest, and keep being the person that you seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Don't Forget to Take My Other 2 Tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Music (Rock That Is) Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8460139144648302003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;The One Question Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=10194224782000446693 &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/108/28/10802809619456636701/mt1104296613.jpg"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=29 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=121 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;19%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Appearance&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=114 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=36 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;76%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Personality&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=126 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=24 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;84%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Beliefs&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=36 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=114 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;24%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Sexuality&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=13485450903912455621'&gt;The What Kind of Girl are You Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=10802809619456636701'&gt;ramonaaronperez&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=13485450903912455621"&gt;Take this test here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;College Radio fan&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Congratulations! You scored 15! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;I suspect you own the odd record by a British indie band, and probably like Monty Python. You have potential, but you're not living up to it. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=77 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=73 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;51%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;britpoints&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=12740330862014872239'&gt;The How British Are You? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=2527045372574462668'&gt;cuzt&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111216365398141645?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111216365398141645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111216365398141645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111216365398141645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111216365398141645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-no-american-but-it-is-logic.html' title='I&apos;m no American, but it is Logic afterall ^__^'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111172609859547897</id><published>2005-03-25T11:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:48:16.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams...</title><content type='html'>Well, if you were to question my location at the moment, I am not sitting in the comfort of my own room, but in an internet cafe. I'm so pleased with the internet rates here, one ringgit per &lt;u&gt;HOUR&lt;/u&gt; (sorry for the previous typo)! Compared to the time when I was in Sydney, this is nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet line at my home however, is giving me a hard time. It won't connect, and there isn't a sign of life whatsoever on the phone line itself anyway. I'm going to have to call the telephone company for that, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying really, I just sat for two papers the past two days - Biology and Chemistry. I must say I have the poorest time management. By the time I get to the third part of the paper (which is the essay) I am left with a mere 15 minutes, which only allows me to panic. That applies for both papers; despite the blanks left in the structure questions that come before the essays. I guess I'm feeling a little laid back at the moment, because I won't have another paper till Tuesday, and that would be the Malaysian English University Test (something similar to TOEFL/English language). Maths will be a killer, I just know it, because I have no idea whenever I am given an equation to solve. I still do not see the logic in the theory of probability in maths. Seriously, I really think that chapter is all about luck, and you can't calculate that. "=_____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last episode of Outback Jack was playing last night, and I'm so glad Jack chose Natalie over that psycho-freak, over-confident Marissa, who only wants more attention from Jack by getting herself injured. Outback Jack is one of those 'real-life' shows where he gets introduced to 12 beautiful women, and as one week goes, he would have to eliminate one girl, in the end coming down to one. This is far better compared to 'For Love or Money', in my opinion. Outback Jack is more towards true love, while 'For Love or Money' is all about competition. Ugh. Anyway, Natalie, in my opinion, is perfect for Jack. :) (Yeah, and I was feeling so romantic after Jack had made his decision).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go now. Time's up, my stomach's calling for lunch, my phone is screaming for attention (mum and Azureen were doing facial, and they are done).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111172609859547897?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111172609859547897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111172609859547897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111172609859547897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111172609859547897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/exams.html' title='Exams...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111139487418195242</id><published>2005-03-21T15:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:47:54.193+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't resist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;English Genius&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You scored 93% Beginner, 80% Intermediate, 87% Advanced, and 83% Expert! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You did so extremely well, even &lt;I&gt;I&lt;/I&gt; can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=57 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=93 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;38%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Beginner&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=15 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=135 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;10%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Intermediate&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=51 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=99 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;34%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Advanced&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=137 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=13 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;91%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Expert&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170'&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=577245280159428717'&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Felicity's blog, I couldn't resist the temptation to try this test out. Had to lie about my age though O__O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't really have the time to blog, will blog my heart out once we're done with the Bio papers. Having the feeling that knowing I could have done better for the science test papers isn't welcomed in my list of feelings, though in the end I do come round to it anyway. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111139487418195242?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111139487418195242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111139487418195242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111139487418195242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111139487418195242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/couldnt-resist.html' title='Couldn&apos;t resist!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111120023938946477</id><published>2005-03-19T09:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T09:51:45.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Trailers - you just can't resist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/mgm/the_pink_panther/large.html"&gt;The Pink Panther Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/mrandmrssmith/large.html"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith Trailer &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not click on the other trailers, I've already set my mind to catch these two movies and I don't really want to add more to the list (come on, STPM, and looking at my allowance at the moment...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, MaX, you're throwing more papers in to the pile of notes I'm currently drowning in. XD XD But the anime songs are fishing rods, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for now, I will add another entry later today, or tomorrow perhaps. Exam's coming up, I really have to start studying (at the moment nothing is really staying in my head - I'm reading but I have no idea what I am reading &gt;_&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111120023938946477?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111120023938946477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111120023938946477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111120023938946477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111120023938946477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/movie-trailers-you-just-cant-resist.html' title='Movie Trailers - you just can&apos;t resist!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111098966763590352</id><published>2005-03-16T20:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:46:16.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, lovely vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border:3px outset; margin:10px; border-color:#eeffee; background:#eeffee;" cellpadding=4&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 style="background:#bbeebb; padding:5px; border:1px inset; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease"&gt;Doctor Unheimlich&lt;/A&gt; has diagnosed me with&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miaka's Syndrome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;stress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symptoms&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mild hyperactivity, revolving neck, coughing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cure&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;take a day off work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 style="background:#bbeebb; padding:5px; border:1px inset; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease" method="get" style="margin:0px;"&gt;Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:&lt;input type=text name=p size=9 style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Go" style="background:#bbeebb; font-size:xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting Bart's blog, finding out about this personalised syndrome, it really does belong to me. Sounds like my every day, hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just had, by far, one of the most relaxing but still quite 'busy' vacation to Kuala Lumpur. I must apologise for not making any plans with everyone in KL, I thought even though I had three nights in KL, I'd prefer to devote the free time to shopping and letting off all the steam I've been accumulating from school, from home and from (believe it or not) Friendster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of my little vacation started with getting a really lazy taxi driver to transport us from KL International Airport to our hotel. Due to the F1 roadshow, most major roads near KLCC was blocked, and there was, very obviously, one route still open to the public. The taxi driver, dumb as he was, dropped us off at Ampang Park LRT station, luggage and all. He just wanted to go home, I guess, and avoid traffic at all costs. Mum's luggage was as heavy as an elephant, but I didn't want to complain, for I was grateful enough that mum reserved tickets for me and the only reason I gave her was I wanted to have a cup of coffee and a good conversation with MaX. Yep, you'd better believe it. Amazingly, I managed to lug mum's large, heavy luggage into the LRT, to KLCC, all the way to the hotel itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was excited to see all those F1 racing cars outside of KLCC, but I just couldn't give a notice. I was rushing to get to Times Square, to meet up with the friends that I haven't seen in a while. The journey to was really an experience. The LRT was jam packed - even though we were asked to stand behind the yellow lines applied to both the LRT and the monorail), the attitude of Malaysians nowadays shamed me as I didn't need to move to be shoved into the LRT or monorail. Even so, I was gasping for air in the LRT - I complained out loud to my sister that it felt like I was being forced into a corset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tackled MaX, who didn't answer his phone despite him telling me to call him when I got there, glomped Sapphire (Saph, you definitely lost weight, and your pimples are... GONE!), and waved my his and byes to Teh-O, Aiko, Chris, Craymel, and... a new friend Craymel introduced me to, but I already forgot his nickname on the CF forum. AIKS! After a few rounds on the ever so occupied Ez2D, and trying to push MaX off his rockers in panic park and beat his baby (LOL, I sound so cruel!), my sister rang me up to say that she was sick of Times Square and wanted to head back to KLCC to catch Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events with my cousins. When I did eventually meet up with her, breaking off from TEAM and some of the CF forumers to rescue her, she wanted to stop by a few shops more which turned out to be A LOT of shops (to the extend that riding the LRT back was easy, and the seats were actually vacant). Don't get me wrong though, shopping with my sister was fun. We scrambled practically everywhere before the shops close, we obviously weren't satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we did get back to KLCC, we were looking for food. (Yes, 10pm, and still hungry. I had Long John Silver's grilled fish and chips, but that wasn't enough, considering the amount of dancing I haven't done in ages...). I was wondering whether I should have KFC or Burger King; when I saw the chicken on display in KFC I just had to give in. Who knew the chicken that was ready made was reserved for one of the workers (and despite me asking) I didn't have control over my language at the moment when she said in the local language to me, as my jaw dropped when she said I had to wait another eight minutes after waiting a whole ten minutes for the chicken to be packed, "You wanted the chicken so desperately, didn't you? So you have to wait, &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. My response to that immediately as she rolled her eyes and turned her back at me was "BITCH". I said it out loud, and I was embarrassed but proud after a while to have done that when I noticed the supervisor was around. HAH! If she had told me about the wait, I would have easily waltzed over to Burger King, where the same bunch of people were seen walking in and out in less than five minutes, looking satisfied with far better service. If you couldn't be bothered with good service at that hour of the night, why not close early rather than ruin your reputation? It's not like I'd much rather be out than be in the hotel room resting at that hour of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Azureen and I had our dinner at Chili's. Excellent Mexican food, everything was just so full of cheese! I had grilled chicken breast with mashed potatoes covered with sour cream (which I'm not really a fan of) and loads of vegetables, while Azureen had a sizzling plate of chicken breast with mushroom and a special kind of black sauce (and again, lots of cheese). This photo was taken in the restaurant, but I must say the dark lighting made the photos taken look so eerie... &gt;____&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toldja... @____@&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of my vacation I just chilled at KLCC. I was frustrated at one point - because I was on a mission to improve my current wardrobe (with all my missing shirts and everything to worry about), but the fashion trend at the moment was not to my preference. Everything was either too frail looking (knowing how the  house elf handles my stuff, it'll be gone-case in one or two washes), skimpy, outrageous, flamboyant, daring or flimsy. The ones that I really like, however, have price labels that aren't friendly (it's like, for that skirt, there goes one month's allowance). Sigh, it breaks my heart to think of the clothes I would really like to get if I had all the money TT____TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in remedy my feeling of patheticness, I spent a quarter of my allowance on food. Yes, food! I broke out of my medication's strict requirements and let loose the chocolate and pastry raving monster in me! I started with a chocolate dipped strawberry from Chocz, and from then on, it was Aunty Anne's Glazin' Raisin and Parmesan cheese pretzel, gelato from Gelare (too bad I couldn't wait for Tuesday, it's 50% for the gelato plus waffles), chocolate filled donut from Dunkin' Donuts, cheese Cinnabon (and OMG, HOW COULD THEY TAKE AWAY BASKIN 31 ROBBINS?! IT'S A CRIME, I TELL YOU!) and lots more which I'm not bothered to list out at the moment... throughout the whole day, not at one go, ahah! I met MaX in Kinokuniya for lunch, where I had this really delicious Prata Roll with mango chicken in it. I gave MaX my notes, and I flipped through his test papers *grins*. In the end he took back his papers and my notes for photostating. Before MaX left, we went round KLCC, looking at odd room decorations and all the anime/manga goodies (or more specifically, sketch/art books) at Isetan's Kinokuniya. (And no matter how we try, setting things at Starbucks or Coffee Bean, it just turns out to be something else...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day, however, was an all-day-out at One Utama. I was really impressed with the new wing, and I was really hooked to shopping here. I spent most of my allowance, on new apparels and badges. I'm also rather proud of the product of my bribery (in Tropicana Life, I was talking my way through to getting the last button badge that was only for display) which now sits on my lovely pinkish bag (which I so totally love!). MaX turned up around three, and I totally forgot to apologise to him for not responding to his sms at the moment - I was trying out loads of clothes! He gave me a button badge, one with Miaka and Tamahome on it. Sankyuu MaX!!! He handed me the photostated version of his test papers and some of his notes, and we sat down at Gelare (my treat) for a caffe latte and my never-fail 'pick-me-up', Long black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Long Black ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaX's Caffe Latte, before stirring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/latteafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaX's Caffe Latte, after stirring (he was so heartbrokened ;____;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you an idea on how the gelato and waffle looks like when you're three-quarters done with it (I love Gelato, but this belongs to my sister and her friend Myaa. TT____TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone... sunken in to the belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, you see my long black and MaX's Caffe Latte, but you don't see any picture taken of the both of us! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our last day in KL, we spent it doing last minute shopping, scrambling here and there between Times Square and KLCC. I got basically everything I wanted, and I can announce that I have spent to the extend that I am terribly broke. XD Never mind, I don't think the broke-ness will last too long anyway, I saved up all that money to be spent one way or another. Running around KL was fun too, and I'm quite surprised that I'm still awake at this hour of the night (must be the caffeine overload, haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azureen and me, in the airplane, on the way back to Kuching. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, best I log off now. First thing I got to do tomorrow (besides wake up, shower, and have breakfast) is have a speaking practice session at school with Pn. Lye. LOL! Talk about holidays... @____@      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#F0E68C" border=1 width="50%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are khaki&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;#F0E68C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=-1&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dominant hues are red and green, so you're definately not afraid to get in and stir things up. You have no time for most people's concerns, you'd rather analyze with your head than be held back by some random "gut feeling".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/colorquiz"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, one more quiz to add, took this from MaX's blog. HA!(MaX, your quote fits!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074648090' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What would you look like as an Anime Charecter? (MODIFIED!) by tobyspit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name:' value='Azelea' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Gender, Age, and Species:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Female; 29 ; Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Walk of Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Druid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Hair Style:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Brushing the Floor and Braided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Eyes Type and Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Angry, Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Clothing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Black Trench, big boots, black mesh shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Weapons and Accessories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Teddy Bear, Sunglasses and Pocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Memerable Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;"Your soul looks delicious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='tobyspit'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074648090'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "I want to cuddle up in a nice cosy corner with my dearest, I miss him so much" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111098966763590352?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111098966763590352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111098966763590352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111098966763590352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111098966763590352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/vacation-lovely-vacation.html' title='Vacation, lovely vacation'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111064806171533309</id><published>2005-03-13T00:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T07:45:29.260+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Suspicious (and a good reason why)</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to feel very suspicious about my house elf. Yes, her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the past few weeks, random items of my belonging have gone missing. One of it was my pipette filler used for my chemistry practicals, and I even had shortage of underwear (laugh all you want people, but I don't find this funny). Some of my jewelery have gone missing too - those that are not of value to me and those that mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I ask the house elf whether she's seen any of my missing items, she immediately answers, "NO", of course in the local tongue. Makes it sound even more fishy than it should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the weekend market, feeling really tired, but I haven't packed for my vacation to KL (yeah people, I'll be in KL by tomorrow!). I bought gifts for some of my friends back in KL, but those too, have gone missing. I remembered clearly, placing them into the boot of my car. Mum said to leave the boot to the house-elf when I was clearing the groceries we had in the backseat. I've searched everywhere for the items I bought, but alas, it is not to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while searching for the items I bought, I found my pipette filler, which was out of its usual bag I keep it in, buried underneath marker pens and pencils in an odd basket in the TV room, which is, really peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just complaining to Nii-chan about my clothes while I was packing - to some extend I felt that none of my clothes were matching anymore, and now it finally occurs to me why. SOME of my shirts and pants are missing. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I can't find two pairs of my jeans, and I can't really put a number to the missing number of shirts I'm missing. How else would anyone explain why my items are slowly disappearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is starting to get serious. Or maybe she's so bored doing routinous stuff at home she finds it fun to hide my items in random places in the house to the point where she herself cannot retrieve my items. PFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111064806171533309?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111064806171533309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111064806171533309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111064806171533309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111064806171533309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-suspicious-and-good-reason-why.html' title='Feeling Suspicious (and a good reason why)'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111054502260357076</id><published>2005-03-11T18:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:43:55.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>You read it right, Thank God it's Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSSM is officially over, and I feel so proud of our school, especially the relay runners who managed to outrun everyone in almost every event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to catch on some of my sleep, my health is in jeopardy again. This morning I had a swollen eye, which was terribly watery and was red in colour. The doctor said it was conjunctivitis, but at the present condition of my eye, which is almost nothing to worry about, I think that doctor needs to get her own eyes checked. To me, it's just a simple case of allergy.. I think. I'm also having a stuffy nose and a slight headache which really disturbed me in the afternoon. Furthermore the so-called VIP room's air conditioning broke down and the whole room was just boiling, despite having the windows open. Plus, the guys weren't exactly being supportive when I really needed rest, I even managed to bang my head on the brick structure that supports the standing of the room (&lt;i&gt;tiang&lt;/i&gt;, the word in English is currently blanked out at the moment). I only managed thirty minutes of sleep after eating lunch (which is a mighty bad habit, but I couldn't care less at that moment) when I made a move to change into my prefect's uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo (Sean, Pn. Lye's son) gave me Pokemon cards today. The cards he gave me are so UBER CUTE!! From Jigglypuff to Spoink, they are all so darn adorable! Sankyuu Jojo! I also have to thank Pn. Lye for keeping my digicam for me, which I carelessly left behind yesterday. I would have had my head severed if I really lost the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the band members perform again today, it felt good to see them together again. They played &lt;i&gt;Minimally Speaking&lt;/i&gt; again before everyone left, and I really felt like moving into the formation grid, but it just isn't there, eheh... =___=" You guys rock, you know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I leave, I want to define, and clarify one or two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend - A person who you like to talk to and go out with, or A person who is not your enemy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just have the nerve and cheek to call themselves my &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt; when I BARELY know them and HAVE NEVER seen before in real life. Not only that, they DARE comment and say things about me that AREN'T TRUE, and assume that our friendship has lasted more than five years or so, when it's more or like... NOTHING. Some even have the nerves to call me a demon, and say that I might look sweet outside but I'm not inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to point out how insanely ridiculous these people are being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case one - a twenty five year old wrestler, claims himself to be internationally renown approaches me by saying he has a friend in Kuching who says I'm not that great, and he would like to show me the path to greatness, in poor, broken English. He asks me for my phone number and says his friend challenged him to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I didn't want to be 'great' and he should mind his own business in a very discreet way. Unfortunately, being discreet about it made it a non-existent hint. He persistently asked for my phone number, which I was not ever going to give. I ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case two - another person comes in and even has the thick skin to say that I will like him because he likes &lt;i&gt;anime and manga&lt;/i&gt;. He also proves that he knows me by giving me my carplate/license number, the brand name of my tyres, whether my car is a manual or auto, what brand and model it is... and so on. After a while, he also asks me for my phone number. I said no, but somehow someone slipped my number to him, and he ended up calling me during the weekend, for his amusement. He will call, I would answer, and he will hear me going, "Hello...? Hello? HEEEELLOOOOOO?" and he cuts the line off soon after without saying a word. He will call again in a few minutes time, and if I don't answer, he'll continue calling, and if I do answer, he'll just repeat the same thing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. X in case two thinks he's innocent. I'm nowhere near forgiving him, because what he did, was linked to Mr. I-think-I'm-a-great-wrestler in case one. Mr. I-think-I'm-a-great-wrestler says that he was trying so hard to get my number, and when he did he asked his &lt;u&gt;friends in Kuching&lt;/u&gt; to confirm that it is my phone number he has, and that I should forgive his friend for disturbing me that weekend. I refuse to, because like it or not, you have done your damage. That's the first impression you've all given me - all the lying and pestering only leaves the thought of nothing but FOUL INTENTIONS. And for a twenty five year old wrestler to be calling me names, and also using the phrase &lt;i&gt;ka&lt;/i&gt; as part of your written speech, it's so obvious that you are NOT who you claim you are, for all I know you are not a foreigner and definitely is living in MALAYSIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change my number again, I have no choice. I'm easily irritated when disturbed uneccessarily. If I do find out who's been giving out my number so carelessly even though I've requested that they should keep my number to themselves, and I've been extra careful not to put my number into registration forms and all, that person is just going to have to suffer the consequences later. No one fools around with my trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, enough with that. I'm going to get some sleep now. Do forgive me if I do sound pathetically angry back then, I can't say I don't feel that way since it happened. 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Get Free &lt;a href='http://astrology.kwiz.biz' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;Daily Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt; from Kwiz.Biz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111054502260357076?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111054502260357076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111054502260357076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111054502260357076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111054502260357076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111028884048504995</id><published>2005-03-08T20:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:03:53.200+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walks of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Who St. Jo, Clap Your Hands!&lt;br /&gt;*Clap Clap* HO! *Clap Clap* HO!&lt;br /&gt;Who St. Jo, Clap Your Hands!&lt;br /&gt;*Clap Clap* HO! *Clap Clap* HO!&lt;br /&gt;Who St. Jo, shake your heads!&lt;br /&gt;*swing head right, swing head left* OOIH! *swing head right, swing head left* OOIH!&lt;br /&gt;Who St. Jo, be humble!&lt;br /&gt;*hang heads low, mumble "oooo..."*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I did not feel nervous about performing in front of a crowd, and it also happens to be one of the most appreciated days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had free time in the morning, which I used nicely to send my youngest sister to school, and make breakfast for myself, and Azureen, and also send her for her theory class, and managed to make a special sandwich for Ronnie and the guys at the stadium. I hope it tasted good; because of my restriction thanks to my medication, I cannot eat bread (since it contains yeast), therefore I couldn't exactly give it a taste to reassure myself that everything's good. I also had time to go round the city a bit to look for something for the colour guards to use as an extra accessory as today will be the last performance we will have with the school band. I found some interesting hair ties, fluffy purplish thingies and what not, but there wasn't enough to go round for ten girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls backstage after a short rehearsal of the opening. Great!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final performance was the best we could give, and no regrets should be held whatsoever. I wasn't satisfied though, we have worked our butts off for one month learning all the flag moves we could, and a part of me wants to continue and go on with choreography and dance moves, but studies demand more attention at the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe... Is that me?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last performance was for the interschool sports meet opening ceremony, and it was a blast! The colour guards decorated the band and their formation despite the strong wind blasting at our flags, almost flying out of our hands, and we also assisted the part where the large couldron thingy was lit up by the torch bearer, it all felt very grand indeed. Everyone was doing their part - Pn. Lye and Pn. Nora's voice could be heard booming from the PA system as they introduced practically everyone to everyone, and explaining some history of our school. Everyone was busy doing their part - prefects could be seen assisting teachers (could spot Felicity, Norizan and Naomi at the grandstand, nyaha!) and the police cadets who are in charge of the flow of people coming in and out of the stadium (and barring strangers from coming in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee! Look at us perform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much wind, there's just too much wind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun while keeping in mind where to go on the grass for the next formation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A salute to Kester, the one who has patiently put up with our GIRL ATTITUDE the whole way through, and staying long hours in school to make sure everything was in order, and one to Ivor, the current drum major, who is progressing fast at his mace work skills. Thanks to all the band members - being part of you guys have certainly taught me a lesson or two, and I definitely won't forget the experience we've shared together. Be it Mr. Ben's long and uninspiring but motivating lectures, or the performances to impress and woo the crowd, it will stay forever in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my dearest took this photo, hee! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivor, the current Drum Major of SJS band. ^_______^ (Do I hear a fangirl scream?! XD) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride back to school was the best ever, and I didn't want the bus to stop moving. The band members in the bus I rode along was the liveliest and most energetic of the lot! They kept singing this song which is roughly playing in my mind once in a while, due to the abnormal and spontaneous lyrics (after the song runs through a bit)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lead voice, followed by the rest of the band members (I sang along, but I had to skip some parts, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everywhere we go (Everywhere we go)&lt;br /&gt;People always ask us (People always ask us)&lt;br /&gt;Who we are (Who we are)&lt;br /&gt;So we tell them (So we tell them)&lt;br /&gt;We are from St. Jo (We are from St. Jo)&lt;br /&gt;Mighty Mighty St. Jo (Mighty Mighty St. Jo)&lt;br /&gt;We are HANDSOME! (we are HANDSOME!)&lt;br /&gt;We are "ENG TAU!" (we are "ENG TAU"!)&lt;br /&gt;O, oo o o (O, oo o o)&lt;br /&gt;We are HUNGRY! (we are HUNGRY!)&lt;br /&gt;We want to eat (we want to eat)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and it goes on and on, depending on what they are feeling like at the moment :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the official opening ceremony of MSSM (Inter-school Sports Meet), we all were given a sandwich and a bottle of water, but the band members had to practice their closing ceremony pieces before they could eat. They only managed to get their share of the food on the bus, and even then there wasn't enough to go round. After a while the boys at the back of the bus teamed up and said in unison, in an eerie sounding voice: "I~VOR~.... II~VOR~~~! WE~ ARE~ HUNGRY~... WE~ WANT~ FOOOOOOOOOD~... IIIII~ VORRRR~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ivor's response: "HEY! You continue making noise, I'll THROW you OUT OF THE BUS!"&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian (or was it another band member?) added cheekily, "Use your mace to pick them up and throw them out!"&lt;br /&gt;Ivor continued by saying: "No, I'll use my two bare hands to do that!"&lt;br /&gt;Another cheeky reply came: "Oh, rasa dirik kuat ho?" &lt;br /&gt;Ivor responded: "Want a demo?"&lt;br /&gt;I butted in: "Who's the test subject?"&lt;br /&gt;And yet another cheeky reply came in: "IVOR will throw himself out!"&lt;br /&gt;*Here Ivor does the gesture and act in where he picks himself up and throws himself out of the bus*. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, in conclusion I am really glad to have the chance to work with the St. Joseph's school band. The lively, animated characters I've come to know have taught me that you can have fun and enjoy yourself alongside all the hard work you have to do. Regretting is a waste of time, and when you perform, always do the best you can, and feel good about it. The best will show! And, conquer fear itself, Kester's famous quote, as he taught us how to toss the flag and catch it without having ourselves hit by the flag - If you say "Come down here, into my palm!" that's where the flag will go to, but if you say "It's going to hit me, it's going to drop on the ground" eventually it will. I've also made new friends, though I have their names mixed up once in a while, thank goodness they understand ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, time for me to go! I'd better get some sleep, I've got to be at the stadium before 6am tomorrow. @______@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111028884048504995?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111028884048504995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111028884048504995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111028884048504995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111028884048504995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/walks-of-life.html' title='The Walks of Life'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-111011738136097055</id><published>2005-03-06T20:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:56:21.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Malaysians</title><content type='html'>Here's a few situations I'd very much like readers to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Situation One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself in the Weekend Market. No doubt, it is a busy place, and of course this is the place you can't expect much mannerisms either. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come to an area where 'traffic' seems to be at a bottleneck, &lt;i&gt;what should you do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few guys who were at the bottleneck area decided to stomp through the crowd of people who were moving slowly to get through to the areas they would like to get to. That area isn't too wide, but isn't too narrow either. A bunch of impatient idiots decided that they are more important and that their agendas are more urgent - one of them calls out loud while pushing everyone who were in their way, "PEOPLE JAM, PEOPLE JAM!" repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I didn't mind this too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Situation Two&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less crowded area. I walked slowly as I had many things to carry after buying raw items from the market, heading back to the car, where mum was waiting. A man, rushed through and pushed me along the way, causing me to lose balance for a while. He wasn't walking too fast though, but he sure was being nasty when he did the exact same thing to the &lt;u&gt;much older lady&lt;/u&gt; who was slightly ahead of me. Without apologising or stopping to help, the older lady almost fell. She was already waving her arms frantically to stop herself from falling. Fortunately she did catch her own balance, as my arms were completely occupied with fruits and vegetables. Gosh, how heartless can people get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Situation Three &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the supermarket, looking for lettuce, specifically at one of those refrigerated shelves. As I parked the trolley and looked out for lettuce, a man, probably twice my age, came from behind me, pushed my hand away from the refrigerated shelves which happened to be in the way of his hand from getting to the sliced oranges. Not that he was in a hurry, but he didn't say a word regarding his actions, and despite me standing there staring at him, he just continued to talk with his wife (I think). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I demand respect, but if this is the attitude of the people that are around me, I'm afraid to say that I want to move out. This level of rudeness totally shook me off my rocker as I complained to my mum almost endlessly in the car, because situation one and two took place on Saturday, and situation three took place today. (Actually, there are more situations than this, but I think I'd just type enough to give you all a picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being set by the current generation, I sure hope the future generation won't inherit it. I simply refuse to be labelled 'rude' for a trait I wish not to share. I've thought of what I'm going to do if I keep getting myself into these situations - and hopefully it will make a difference. Okay, I'm starting to scare myself here... I sound like an old geezer. I do hope my friends who do come across my writings help to cultivate good manners- no, I'm not saying your manners are bad, but try spread your good manners among Malaysians, be it among the future generation or the current generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough ranting. I baked raisin and cinnamon whole wheat muffins today! It's a new recipe, and I can't say I'm 100% satisfied with it, because I expected it to be a little bit more on the sweet side. It turned out to taste like wholemeal bread. Not that I mind really, thanks to the restriction I have due to my medication, my muffins satisfy my cry towards bread, since it's yeast-less. I'm starting to adopt to this diet really, who knows I might keep it for life - I'm learning to depend on myself to cook my own meals, my own snacks to my liking, therefore I can't blame anyone but myself if anything goes wrong, can I? :) (And it's the best assurance that there's nothing &lt;i&gt;funny&lt;/i&gt; in your food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow knowing that I'll be busy with the interschool sports meet next week has made me feel laid back a bit, though I do intend on doing a bit of studying tonight. (I will, after I finish this entry!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note to those who have my cell phone number: For God's sake, please don't give my number to others without my consent. I trusted you all to keep my number private, but someone seems to be breeching the trust.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-111011738136097055?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/111011738136097055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=111011738136097055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111011738136097055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/111011738136097055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/weekend-malaysians.html' title='Weekend Malaysians'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110991741976014556</id><published>2005-03-04T12:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:23:39.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Motivate or Not To Motivate.. Is That the Question?</title><content type='html'>In BM, these words were said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Motivator/Speaker: Students! Raise your hand, if you do study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Students giggle, laugh, and talk among themselves as a minor few put up their hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivator/Speaker: OK! Those who do not study, raise your hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Students giggle, laugh and talk among themselves as the same minor few put up their hands again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivator/Speaker: Put down your hands! Okay, can you imagine yourself in this situation. You are selling &lt;u&gt;'Ayam Masak Merah'&lt;/u&gt; at the side of the road. No one buys your dish, and you wonder why. So you think of ways to attract attention - you wear red clothes - red trousers, red shirt, red hat, red shoes. Still, no one buys your dish. So you even dye your hair red. Still, no one buys your dish. You start crowing like a chicken to call for your customers. PE-KOOOOK CLOCK KOK KOK! Now, can you imagine yourself doing this in future?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is what you call motivation, I hate to hear what success sounds like. Being first Friday of the month we were given a &lt;i&gt;ceramah&lt;/i&gt;, and you can &lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt; tell that I completely despise what went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough on that - I left halfway anyway, to attend colour guard practice. Yes, I'm back on track, though right at this moment, I feel exhausted after having lunch. The flag I had to use however, was so darn heavy! Plus there was so much wind, I banged my head with the pole of the flag countless of times today, and Sebastian was having a good time laughing at me as his flag was as light as a feather. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's just one half of my day. I'm sunburned, I have a full day's worth of practice tomorrow too. MSSM is next week, so that practically means there won't be school lessons for the whole of next week. Cool. (YA RIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if I should be insulted when someone calls me skin and bones. I'm also wondering if I should be even more insulted when at the same time, someone else says I eat like a pig, and my size proves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I go, anyone watch Outback Jack? I'm so hooked to that show, and I vote Natalie, she's just so blur and so cute! She doesn't show her belonging in the outback, but she definitely has her chance with Jack! Go Nat! (I so hate Maria - she said she doesn't want to throw herself at anyone, but that is EXACTLY what she's doing at the moment. Ugh).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110991741976014556?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110991741976014556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110991741976014556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110991741976014556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110991741976014556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-motivate-or-not-to-motivate-is-that.html' title='To Motivate or Not To Motivate.. 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This morning was not a day for grilling, I sort-of burned my salmon, but everything else was fine. I had pancakes for breakfast, and when I flipped some for myself, I thought it would be nice if I shared it with Pn. Jo and some of my classmates. The funny thing was watching Ronnie and Jay Jay eat the pancakes with the chocolate syrup - the both of them ended up dirtying their perfectly white uniforms with chocolate syrup stains! I didn't know Jay Jay likes chocolate a lot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Jo called Kim Hua, Felicity, Ronnie and myself to see her after school. I was the first to arrive-I sneaked in, and just popped my head a little over the mini-shelf of books she had on her table since she was so busy writing, she didn't even notice me approaching her! When everyone arrived, she gave us each a bookmark, with the sweetest note in relation to our bio class and herbarium, and a gift for each of us. She insisted that Felicity opened hers on the spot, but after a while she said, better if all of us opened our gifts there and then, as Felicity raised an eyebrow at Pn. Jo. When we unravelled our gifts (Feli decided to let us all open ours first), Pn. Jo compared the length of my teddy key-chain with Kim Hua's, and we got the hint and there was a roar of laughter after that. When Feli did open her gift, her teddy was different coloured and of course, shorter. "=___= I know Feli probably felt insulted, one way or another, but Feli, you're still growing afterall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Pn. Jo expressed that she will really miss all of us, I definitely will miss her a lot after STP. I was just telling Harnesh this morning that I wanted to pack Pn. Jo along when I persue my studies in Uni. Pn. Jo, and Pn. Lye, are two teachers that stand out from the teachers that have taught me till now. They definitely are not only teachers, but close friends. They've always made me feel at home, at ease (okay, this one, most of the time, because when it comes to tests, that's when I suffer x_X). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity was also splashing "fake ink" on teachers, namely Pn. Jo and Ms. Lim (our sub Maths teacher, who's filling in for Pn. Noryana while she's on maternity leave). Pn. Jo went hysterical and complained to every teacher until she realised that the ink fades away after a while, and Ms. Lim tackled Felicity till Pn. Jo's shelf shook, and a thick file fell together with a few containers rolled on the floor. Ms. Lim dared Felicity to try the trick on Pn. June, but I think we value our lives more, don't we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a memorable day today, actually. The funny thing to add that is worth mentioning is Pn. June's 'shoe sole'. She was rushing to get the answer sheets for our worksheets photostated when she asked for help from Kim Hua to distribute the answer sheets to the other science classes due to her 'seperated sole of shoe'. Kim Hua showed us the part of her shoe that actually came off - it was a whole heel of her sandal. A clearer picture? Imagine a pair of those simple, thick, rubber soled, comfortable sandals. Imagine just one shoe, imagine just the bottom half (the sole), then rip it to half. The heel end of it was what Kim Hua showed us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another would be letting the guys read the '101 UnUseless Japanese Inventions' book I brought to school during the second half of the day. When Bertram saw the page with a golfer swinging his club that wasn't exactly a club (instead there was a plastic ring with laundry hanging at the end), he said, &lt;i&gt;"Shiiiyo... after you swing, instead of seeing the ball land, you see flying underwear!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110986428739577008?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110986428739577008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110986428739577008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110986428739577008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110986428739577008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/pn-jo.html' title='Pn. Jo'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110969184050335032</id><published>2005-03-01T21:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:58:00.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never to be forgotten...</title><content type='html'>The sentence, "I'm going to die" almost bears no meaning any longer when a person says this. That's because they do not mean it - it just gives us a picture of how bad the situation really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, whatever had happen to me the past weekend, I do not mind sharing it to everyone - I trust that my blog has always had its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been extremely exhausted lately, I don't know if anyone bothered noticing or I did so well covering the exhaustion up. I felt so sick to the fact that I am never at home-I do not enjoy the comfort that my room has always offered, and with the schedule I've been having, it had me eating at irregular times and at irregular quantities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started showing last Sunday - after the Rolls Royce performance we had with the school band. Compare me with the other girls, if you must. Yeah yeah, they are stronger than me, afterall they are coping, they are going through the exact same thing I am. They attended as many practices as they can, they attend just as many tuition lessons as I do, and they drive themselves to get to places. They also sit for as many exams as I do, and they have just as many responsibilities I have at home and at school. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started after I had my tea-time+lunch made by Usu Ena, who came in all the way from Seremban. She cooked so much food, and I was already building up my appetite since I came back from the Rolls Royce display. Even though I had the opportunity to see 70 vintage Rolls Royce cars, I eventually got sick of the advantage. I got sick of everything, except for food. After eating the all-sorts served (including local cakes such as &lt;i&gt;cheese lapis&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;hati parik&lt;/i&gt;, bread pudding, chicken cooked in many different sauces, &lt;i&gt;langsat&lt;/i&gt;, and watermelon), I went out with my sister to buy birthday gifts for the two people who would be celebrating their birthdays next week. But as soon as I got out, my stomach gave an indication that I should be resting. But I ignored it completely until I decided it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain kept me up the entire night. I couldn't sleep, and I thought I would feel better the next morning, as I skipped school and the pain did not jab me as often that morning as it did the night before. But I didn't know what was coming ahead for me - around 1pm, it was like as if all the pain had accumulated and attacked at one go, to the point that I couldn't move, and I rarely had energy to call for help. I collapsed at the stairs of my house, but I was still concious. If anyone just said a simple sentence, like, "I feel like dying" without meaning it, I will personally whack the daylights out of that person, because what I went through that afternoon, certainly felt like death, and when I hospitalised, I felt as if someone had done an illegal rebirth ritual on me. I felt so foreign, like I really didn't belong anywhere in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I realised, I wanted nothing else but to be with my parents. When the doctors interrogated them on what I ate, what I was doing, they couldn't answer the doctor. Only I could, and at that present moment, I couldn't. My parents wanted so much to help me, but they didn't know what they have to know to help. I tried too hard to be at so many places at the same time, no one knew enough about what was happening to me. At that moment, my family was truly there to help me. They stayed at the hospital, hoping that I did not have ulcers in my stomach, and that it was nothing more serious than acute gastritis. I was given a few injections, God knows what those injections were for, and I was also on drip - a total of 2.5 litres of glucose and 0.9% saline solution artifically added into my blood system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what message am I trying to convey here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried too hard. I clung on to every opportunity I had to shine that came my way, and yet I emerge victorious in none of them, and in the end putting my health in danger. I admit, taking the responsibilities I yearned for the year before, and maintaining them, and adding more to it - I was being very greedy about it. I should have given someone else the chance to be in the spelling bee. I should have rejected completely the appointment to being the leader of the colour guards. I should focus on my studies, and help my friends with their studies too. I should have not ignored the sleep I needed. I should be more of an encouragement rather than an 'inhibitor'. I've been trying to adjust my diet, but since I failed to balance it in time, I have to pay the dear price - my medication, which will last, as I was told, no less than a month, restricts me from so much of my favourite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my list of restricted food looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything sourish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything with vinegar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;pulut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;curry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;any types of nuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;anything containing preservatives (this includes cheese, sweets, processed food, canned food, chocolates, ice-cream, et cetera)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;red meat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;banana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;papaya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;rebung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;umbut&lt;/i&gt; (the sprout of the coconut tree)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;kangkung&lt;/i&gt; (spinach)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;paku-pakis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;anything containing yeast - bread and pastry, that is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cuttlefish/octopus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;internal organs of any animal (yuck ITFP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;coffee, tea, gassy drinks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miserable as it may seem, but like dearest said, a test of my patience it is. This is, after all, temporary, I only need to keep to this list as long as my medication is running on. I look forward to improving my current condition. I'm still recovering, I haven't healed completely. I just hope people would understand when I refuse to take something that comes my way - not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I shouldn't forget to thank those who helped me recover, especially my family - I am deeply touched by how much they've tried helping me, and how they've stayed with me throughout, when I felt that there wasn't any hope. I thank dearest, who has been there to listen and worried for me, and Pn. Jo, for keeping in touch with me and giving encouragement to heal faster, and Toyol, who helped pass a message for dearest when he just finished his phone credit and for his blurness that forced a few giggles last night, and Mizuno, who mocked me for trying too hard to eat all I can, and to Felicity, who also encouraged me to get better and tip me off that Pn. Jo has some goodies in store for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110969184050335032?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110969184050335032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110969184050335032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110969184050335032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110969184050335032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/03/never-to-be-forgotten.html' title='Never to be forgotten...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110943196961576779</id><published>2005-02-26T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T22:32:49.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Slap That Bee.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep the night before, I just can't explain why. Despite having colour guard practice in the dead of the night, and sleeping even as the instructor is speaking while I stand in position, by the time I got home I just couldn't fall asleep. Instead, I spent hours in front of the television eating a whole can of &lt;i&gt;keropok&lt;/i&gt; and a plate full of ginger snap cookies. I was chatting with Nii-chan and Itachi-kun, but at a point I was bored of the net and decided to switch to other forms of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest went on a driving test with the rovers today. Now I'm wishing I could split to three, but reconsidering such an idea again, it's not worth it even if I had that ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With four hours of sleep, I was somewhat refreshed, only for a while. I had a gigantic breakfast, not only a big bowl of cereal, but two of those breakfast bars (oats, oats and more oats. I'm starting to like oats actually) along with a huge mug of vico. To add to that, Pn. Lye brought Felicity, Ping and myself to the &lt;i&gt;kopitiam&lt;/i&gt; and I got myself a glass of cold &lt;i&gt;teh tarik&lt;/i&gt;. My appetite just grows big when I'm really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Pn. Lye brought us to the Unitar building after that, to register us for the spelling bee competition. Compared to Felicity and Ping, I had the least amount of practice, and I've never been so involved in my entire life till this year. What a stepping stone, I said to myself, but I wanted to be sure that everything I did was worth all my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preliminary round was okay, I was really sure I had all 5 of my words correctly spelled. The judge was horrible - she mispronounced so many words and a lot of us suffered from it. I made her repeat everything twice and give the meaning to every single word she gave me - and also spelled some twice over just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met an old friend whom I have not seen since primary school. I couldn't recognise her till Ping pointed her out. It was so nice to talk to her again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the rounds started, Pn. Lye dropped her glasses in the washroom, and despite it being expensive plastic, it still broke. If I were to have spent so much money on a pair of glasses and have it smashed in such a way, I would have been really heartbrokened! After they had read the names of the people who qualified to the first round, we went to Hopoh to eat lunch at KFC (I was the only one who had appetite to eat, Felicity and Ping only ate half a burger each. "=___=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Lye then got a new pair of sunglasses and had the lenses &lt;i&gt;degree-fied&lt;/i&gt;. She bought glasses of the brand that I totally support - Navy Jack. So cool! I love the casing. We then went back to school to give JoJo his lunch and hang around the staffroom, watching the television (which I just discovered today, along with Feli) and attempted eating Felicity's dictionary. "=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back for Unitar, and that's when I felt life really sucks, and jumping out of the window might be fun afterall. Rigged. That's what I wanted to say, since I wasn't the only one. While majority had words like 'catalyst' and 'ecosytem', I had words like.. "H-E-C-K, I  C-A-N-N-O-T  E-V-E-N  R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to take envelope number 10. Full of words that are more than four syllables long, I could rarely catch a single word the judge was pronouncing. Anyway, I think I've spent too much time lamenting on that, it sucked big time. Now it is up to Felicity and Ping Ping, tomorrow they are proceeding with the finals and I have full confidence in them, and will be praying for their victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my prefect uniform I came back to school, and continued with colour guard practice. I was quite tired, I even managed to bang myself in the nose with the end of the pole of the flag. I reached home at 6.30pm, eating whatever was in the kitchen. Oh, such gluttony &gt;_&lt; Somebody help me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azureen went to a concert. Not that I know what concert exactly, but she came home telling me that someone told her that I could toss the flag higher than the previous drum major of St. Jo, and that would be Kester. Funny how rumours are produced and spread, because I toss inconsistently and Kester is the one teaching all of us, and he tosses up to three storeys high. I can only toss up to one. *insert eye roll* The best one still was the one where I heard that someone said that I could run around Reservoir Park 20 times non-stop. "=___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to play one round of literati, and then try to get some sleep. I know I really need it, but I can't seem to fall asleep too easily lately. It's the food, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A meal and a movie sounds great, dear."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110943196961576779?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110943196961576779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110943196961576779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110943196961576779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110943196961576779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/02/somebody-slap-that-bee.html' title='Somebody Slap That Bee.'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110925537263565859</id><published>2005-02-24T20:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T21:29:32.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I do listen to this song by Simple Plan, it does somewhat relate to my own life. Right now I am wishing that I can split into two and be at two places at the same time, but things just won't work that way, and thinking it twice over, I do not want to have two of me drifting around. Not only is such a thing to happen considered freaky, people would be confused, and I think I'd end up confusing myself in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mui Sia also had to witness an argument I had with my mum, regarding quitting Chemistry tuition. I don't see a point or a need for it since 90% of the time during lessons, my mind would be drifting or just refuse to accept what is written on the white board. Pn. June does a better job and I'm definitely learning more from her, so if mum's willing to waste RM65 per week just to discuss questions and answers, I'll just close one eye. Either way, out of that worthless shouting, I did manage to get what I was arguing for - I needn't go for Chemistry tuition with effect from March. It took such a long time for mum to really listen to what I was telling her - I've been attending chemistry tuition since last year, and even then it rarely helped me. Save the money for better days (and things) mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't really kept record of what has been going on in my life, I think I shall do one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally slept early last night, not that I could really help it, it happened naturally as I was reading and trying so hard to remember all the terms (from phosphoenolpyruvate to nicotinamide dinucleotide while lying down, stomach on the floor. Despite all the fireworks going off, my level of tiredness got the better of me. I got up around 3am, and realised that I should not have fallen asleep! So I stayed up until 5, trying to absorb as much as possible, but fell asleep again around 5am. I heard my alarm go off twice, but I just couldn't get up, and at one point, I was scared since my limbs refused to allow me to move, as I felt myself using energy to attempt getting out of bed, but to no avail. When my alarm went off the third time, I finally did manage to get up, and by then I was thanking God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the result of not studying properly before hand - I came to school, feeling as if I were lagging by 5 seconds, and freezing cold. Go figure what I did for my bio test. &gt;_&lt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after the test when I noticed my 'handsome boy' was wearing a new pair of glasses! (The term was provoked and given by the dude at the school canteen, who called me Miss Bunny last week. This week he refers to me as 'pretty lady' when 'handsome boy' is buying food at the canteen *ROFL*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later on during the day, Felicity and I consumed two halves of Pn. Lye's pretzels (actually, we intended to only take one pretzel, therefore splitting it into half, but in the end we also shared the other) while we were in the Language room preparing ourselves for the Spelling Bee competition this weekend. We're all jittery and feel unprepared, and we really do not want to embarrass ourselves in front of the crowd if a form 4 student could spell out words we couldn't. INTIMIDATING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, I had a chance to hang around the canteen, waiting for traffic to clear. It appears that the canteen folks have come up with their own ideas, as they interrogated me, asking where my 'handsome boy' was. To puzzle me a bit more, I bumped into Edward before getting to my car, when he asked, "How come you are not with him?" and pointed at my 'handsome boy'. I can only scratch my head, and asked my 'handsome boy' whether I should be tagging him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went home, had lunch, flipped pancakes for myself, and while doing so I made some for dearest, which then extended to Jay-Jay and Terry. I intended on bringing Shariman his rats, but I left them at home as I headed for the clinic to get my allergy eyedrops and do something about the wound on my back that hasn't healed a bit since I fell down last week after colour guard practice in front of the stairs to the girl's toilet. When I did get to school to serve the pancakes that I made, Jay-Jay was about to go home! Either way my pancakes did tempt him enough to stay and spread the chocolate syrup in between the layers carefully and generously (as Ronn eyed the remaining chocolate syrup) and ta-paued them home. Terry rarely got his dipped in chocolate, but he did save some for Pn. Jo, who was nowhere in sight (however her car was XD). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our classroom is just getting to be so homely, now that we've set up a little corner with Ronn supplying sweets since yesterday, and that we've made plans to decorate/refurnish the classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went for Colour Guard practice, which took the energy out of me. Tiring it was, nevertheless I hope we would be ready to perform for the Rolls Royce event this weekend so we can get international involvement points for our co-curriculum. I want all our training to pay off! Though, Kester insisted that I should shout at the form 1/2 juniors, he 'ingin tengok perempuan marah/menjerit' at them. =___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home I fell asleep on the couch. I got up in time for dinner (actually, Azureen got me up, she said she had to poke me 4 times before I actually heard what she was saying), and now I'm here, blogging with my cup of decaff coffee. Anyway, thinking of going on strike with my studies - everything is giving me nothing more but STRESS. ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110925537263565859?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110925537263565859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110925537263565859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110925537263565859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110925537263565859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/02/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome to my Life'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110883326251335232</id><published>2005-02-19T23:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:38:16.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To tell a tale</title><content type='html'>What has my daily schedule been looking like lately? I can say, pathetically hectic. I find myself always on the road, zooming from one place to the other, and rarely can I be seen at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's run of events looked something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am-11.40am - Extra Bio Class&lt;br /&gt;11.45am-12.20pm - Pre-spelling Bee session with Pn. Lye&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm-2.40pm - Appointed lunch with Jason&lt;br /&gt;3.00pm-4.00pm - Colour Guard Practice&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm -5.30pm - shower, get dressed, and struggled with last-minute game preperations for the Scouter's dinner in conjunction with CNY, at the same time fumbling around with make-up (I use them once in a multicoloured moon).&lt;br /&gt;6.15pm - Arrived at dinner location, finalising all items and props used for games&lt;br /&gt;8.20pm - Finally ate dinner, and had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Ronn also got himself a shocking new haircut. Crew cut no. 3, reminds me of MaX! XD (wonder if MaX got his hair cut, the last time I saw him his hair looks like the spongy black microphone - no offence MaX, but that's the impression it gave me, hee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was too much to learn for bio - at one point my mind was at a standstill. Information just refused to seep in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about having this kind of schedule - you can give people the impression that you are one busy and rather committed kind of person. The flaw of it - you are not actually busy, the only reason you look busy is because you are trying to get from one place to another all the time, and in the end you only do spend an hour or so on what you were rushing to that place for in the first place. I know I should stay longer for the pre-spelling bee, the competition is next weekend, but I didn't want to miss lunch with Jason, and I really wanted to stay on with Jason after lunch and go round but I had to be back at school for colour guard practice or Pn. June will have my head on a trophy (or so it sounds like). I parked all way at Standard Charted Bank, which was quite a distance from Hilton - Faizal was so nice to have given me a lift from Hilton to SC requiring him to go one whole round rather than just allowing me to walk a not-too-far distance (which I didn't mind doing). Either way, I was grateful, thank you very much Faizal! When I did turn up for colour guard, Kester (the school band's x-drum major) had this look on his face when I said I had to leave by four when I only arrived at three. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a bit of trouble with make-up. Not only am I not used to wearing make up in the first place, I was wondering how the application was really done. My mum wasn't at home so i couldn't really get tips from her. I spent quite a bit of time staring at the mirror and wondering what colour I should be using with the white dress, but in the end I resorted to a shade of blue since the belt I wore had blue and pink colours on it. Pink, went to my lips. XD Now I know why people spend time doing make-up. Hope 1/2 an hour wasn't really overdoing it. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with the dinner, I had so much fun. Upon a late but early arrival, Ronn escorted me to the room, where I saw Bernard (who managed to give a kiss on my right hand XD), Terry, and Naomi. Everyone started slipping in slowly after that, but close to 7.30, everyone practically was rushing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rovers from St. Jo were all dressed to kill, and we were the only bunch that seem to be really enthusiastic about the colour theme. Bertram looked sway *coughand gaycough* in a purplish and orange-ish batik printed shirt. LOL, there were four of them that made a pact to go dressed up like YBs - Encik Shariman, Encik Pygmaeus, Encik Terry and Encik Jay-Jay. Ah wait, Faizal did the same thing too! XD (except he wasn't exactly with the colour theme, he came in bright green and yellow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike came in a bit later - it's his birthday! Hee, happy birthday Mike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't expect the dinner to end so soon, but it did. I made preperations for a trivia game and the best-dressed competition, and it was really fun! The trivia questions were not too difficult, but there wasn't enough prizes to cover the number of questions I had prepared, and some people wanted me to transalate the questions to Mandarin, and I had no idea how to. :( Kinda sad really, quite a lot of people tried conversing in Mandarin and Hokkien with me, unfortunately I know not how to respond to it. Was pretty cool though, I never really had a chance to speak to the audience during a dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to use those mini safety pins to make those simple number badges for the best dressed competition. When everyone left, Ronn decided we should recycle the pins. I have tons of them, and made them into a bracelet. Though, I think I shall bring the idea up another level, I shall look for a wrist band somewhere and pin the safety pins on them at the same time a few badges to go along. I'm sure it'll look neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronn brought his bio notes &gt;_&lt; 24 hour reinforcement, upon Pn. Jo's and Jackson what'shisnamemotivatordude's advice. Either way, pity him, he didn't eat. TT____TT But we had fun anyway, we chit-chatted the night away, and managed to take a picture together (Faizal as the camera man, sankyuu again Faizal!) before heading home - and speaking of heading home, I reached home slightly before midnight. O_O" Stunning, and shocking really. Thankfully mum and dad understood, but I think I'm testing dad's patience at the moment. I don't think he is happy with my colour guard practices and current involvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd better sign off now. Getting late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110883326251335232?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110883326251335232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110883326251335232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110883326251335232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110883326251335232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-tell-tale.html' title='To tell a tale'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110848828607784907</id><published>2005-02-15T23:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:24:46.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of troubles</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day! (*whack* - That's for being one/two days late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had one hell of a weekend, and was grounded, and had the internet confiscated. Only today did I get it back, and that is because I have a PA presentation due and I would not like to come unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my Valentine's day, it was full of surprises, and I've never had a Valentine's day quite like it (that's because I never had the chance to celebrate it with someone). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must make a small remark on Valentine's day though - as time goes by, Valentine's day seems more and more commercialised. It sometimes tells me that more people are looking forward to making money compared to really celebrating it and expressing their feelings to their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, even though I did celebrate Valentine's day, to me Valentine's day serves its purpose as a reminder. It's not only a day in a year that you express your love to someone, it should be everyday (though I'd say you can't expect chocolates and roses everyday, and say the same phrase everyday - it's better expressed through actions). Valentine's is just a little something extra to give a reason to celebrate love. Makes life a little bit more spicy, and something to look forward to. Ah - I'm crapping here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm going to be really tied to the ground. Tomorrow I have a maths test. Thursday I have a Bio test, Friday I have an extra chemistry lesson, Saturday, I have a dinner to attend. Not only that, I have to get a scrap book done by this weekend, and attend three colour guard practices in total, the most important practice being on Saturday, which clashes with my extra Bio class, which is just as important, if not, more. This is just one of the times where you wish you could split into two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something interesting to read &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES' SPEECH TO MT.WHITNEYHIGH SCHOOL in Visalia, CA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping - they called it opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to &lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING in real life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree, pass it on. EVEN IF YOU DON'T AGREE, PASS IT ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110848828607784907?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110848828607784907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110848828607784907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110848828607784907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110848828607784907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/02/weekend-of-troubles.html' title='Weekend of troubles'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110805970506190671</id><published>2005-02-11T01:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:26:47.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Before I elaborate on anything, a happy Chinese New Year to everyone, especially those celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just slightly before midnight, before the day of the celebration, fireworks went off and the surroundings of my neighbourhood sounded and visualised World War Three, where there was just so much smoke and massive explosions that lasted for more than half an hour, but thankfully not more than one. I salute those who actually slept through that whole time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me tell you a bit (or a lot) about the little visits I've made during the first two days of the celebration:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;First day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Mizuno-chan from his house and set off for Ronn's house right after. There was this sms that came in on Mizuno's phone, where he did not know the user of the number but mysteriously the message went something like - "Your own friend next to you, you don't notice, we see that you are riding in Azelea's car". "=_= Right after that, we were looking around to see if we knew anyone in the cars around us, but in the end, no avail. I missed the turning to Ronn's house, and went all the way round again, this time having Ronn himself on my cellphone. ^_^&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1st stop - Ronster's house&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satay! Satay, satay, satay! The first thing Ronn served us when we stepped into the house, alongside with really delicious 'ayam masak merah' and rendang (I think). Ronn's mum's cookies rocks, as it was truly different from the usual cornflake cookies. Not only was it dry or not sticky, the not-so-finely-crushed cereal stuck to each other well and had bits of raisins in it. I was amazed, but Ronn's mum said she'll bake the cookies again - next year. ^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizuno and I stayed there for two hours plus, watching Detective Conan on the television while Jonah was busy snapping pictures of practically everything he thought necessary. The coca-cola bottle, his foot, himself, the "Toyol Society", my ear, Mizuno's shoulder... LOL! Jonah seemed a lot more comfortable and less demanding at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here when Mizuno taught me how to download those midi files so you can use them as ringtones on your cellphone. Mizuno's one heck of a dude who's really into customising his phone - so many FF8 pictures and so many songs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took the opportunity to try out everything that was served. I'd like to point out that Ronn's house was the only one that served kuih sepit (I love that stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2nd House - Felicity's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she said, lots of food. Special was speghetti, which I stupidly put a whole spoonful of the sauce into my mouth without realising that the sauce just came out freshly from the pot. Yesh, I was crying slightly in pain, but it was relieved sooner or later as the noodles were cold and helped cool the situation down. Plus, all the snacks that were laid on the table, I was doing ths same kind of sampling I did at Ronn's, only I finished the satay fish, the keropok, the yellow preserved fruits, and couldn't stop eating her jam tarts. Small yet sweet and flavourful, I don't see why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we watched a movie (can't remember the title) where it's all about dance and competition. (Was the title, You Got... *something*)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt like I was going to burst by the time we made a move for Naomi's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd house - Naomi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of cookies - I kept telling Mizuno that if I ever were to go near any form of food, stop me from getting to any. Wasn't effective, as I loaded up again, to the extend of not being to breathe and concentrate normally. We did a little bit of chit chat here and there, and then left for Kim Hua's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4th house - Kim Hua's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Hua's house was filled with people - and much food. I wished I really had four stomachs, but I don't. Kim Hua's mum tricked me into eating miso soup, I know the history of miso soup and I know that it does not have the healing properties she claims it has! Either way, &lt;i&gt;pai seh&lt;/i&gt;, I took it anyway, along with the herbal tea that her mum made that did help me. I told Kim Hua that if there was any cakes she wanted me to try, please allow me to &lt;i&gt;ta pau&lt;/i&gt; (take away). And so she did - a whole container full of cakes and jelly. It was so tough to fight temptation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5th house - Jason's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected stop to a really unique house, I couldn't help but wander off and examine everything in the house. Jason's dad helped me, after spotting him meditating on the kitchen counter, while playing with the dog which was outside nearby the kitchen window, by letting me have a grand tour of the house. There were many curio items like those miniature identical cat statues along the stairway, with authentic rugs and dolls in random areas of the house. There were also those Russian dolls which were strangely bought in Siberia instead! Really neat, oh and speaking of neat, that was what Jason's room was, despite him telling us that it was in a mess. My room looks like a junkyard compared to his! Pfft! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, Jason's dad insisted that we stayed to witness the 'burning-away' of the long line of firecrackers. It was so darn noisy even with my ears shut by my mere hands I couldn't hear myself speak. The last time I remembered witnessing a similar event was when I was back in Lawas, with my uncle's family, where everything to do with fireworks was a competition on Chinese New Year's eve. The neighbour and him were competing, not in the sense that they actually voiced out a challenge, but somehow it was understood the moment they took out the fireworks. His line of crackers were about 100 meters plus, I daresay, since he joined a few up together. Unfortunately the crackers did stop burning halfway, and that made uncle Ah Leong so furious and the neighbours couldn't help chortling at him. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Jason's chocolate chipped/sprinkled cookies~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first day, I came home with a full stomach, and couldn't sleep till 4am. Haa! But I survived, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6th house - Pn. Lye/Sean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the start of the second day, I had Ina-chan, Itachi-kun and Mizuno-chan in my car (and Feli and Naom would probably go "Geez" right at this moment XD). I also picked up Kim Hua from her house, a transit before we left for Pn. Lye's. We watched one half of Kungfu Hustle - one really dumb and good-to-laugh-at kind of movie. To Pn. Lye's house, I brought what looked like my whole collection of Pokemon cards, and had a friendly match with Sean. It was a good fight, but the weakness of my deck showed almost immediately as my Pokemon were nowhere good enough to put up fights with the ex Pokemons. Sadness, but it did oil the little rusty joints of mine. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Pn. Lye's house was full of food - satay, rendang, mixed vegetables and fruit salad (yesh, the healthiest food served yet!). So much of me not eating today, something I promised to myself since I binged on so much the day before... &gt;_&lt; Ah the temptation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; 7th house - Pn. Jo's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six whole hours, and you wonder, doing what? Hee! Snacking, learning and playing mah jong, helping out to serve the guests, entertaining Pn. Jo's monsters &gt;:) (don't look at me, she referred to them as that in the first place XD). Ping did most of the teaching though, sankyuu Ping! XD Not to worry, none of us actually gambled or put money on the line - we all played for the fun of it. Mah jong was pretty easy to pick up - the only confusion would be reading the Chinese characters, somehow I can only recognise 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 9 instantly. "=.= I had to refer to Pn Jo's sons, little James and John, to confirm some of the tiles I got. Hee! (I quote James, "Haiyo, simple one, two three like that also cannot read kah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realising how long we've stayed at Pn. Jo's, we decided to make a move (woot woot, 6pm!) and stop by Mr. Lim's house before going back. Unfortunately he wasn't home, and Ina-chan recieved a phone call from her mum asking her to get her behind back home at once. Aah, so I dropped off Kim Hua at Poh Peng's house, while sending Ina-chan, Itachi-kun and Mizuno-chan home. Wait, I dropped off Itachi at school. &gt;_&lt; Either way, I was thinking of visiting Amanda on my own, but in the end I discovered that she wasn't home, as I made a transit to visit Poh Peng (actually, this is the first time I've met him!). Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh Peng's house was enormous, but I stuck to one room, the television got me glued. Ronnie and myself were watching Lethal Weapon 4 and the beginning of Cats and Dogs before deciding to make a move since it was getting late. Again, great snacks and delicious food was served (the food looked like steamed versions of Lok-Lok, nyam nyam!), I couldn't stop helping myself to the generous servings! XD Upon leaving the house, Ronn wanted to get hit by Poh Peng's auto gate, while there were random fireworks released to the sky. Some were really pretty, but it didn't occur so often (and not so many) so I didn't stick around to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum made me go buy a bottle of coffee before going home too. :) And I just discovered, the petrol station closest to my house sells reload coupons that will never fail to disappoint you. It's a coupon printing system, where they would call up the main center and they will print or issue you a fresh, new coupon on the spot when you purchase one. Hahah! (It took me that long to discover...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110805970506190671?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110805970506190671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110805970506190671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110805970506190671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110805970506190671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110782669782874107</id><published>2005-02-08T07:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T08:39:07.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Frenzy - these are good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1102660609th_TheHighPriestess.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;The High Priestess&lt;/b&gt;. Divinatory Meaning: Be guided by your intuition.&lt;br /&gt;Reverse Meaning: Superstitious. Deluded.&lt;br /&gt;You feel energy around you…everywhere. You are aware of things that others are not. You listen more to your inner voice or feelings than most people. Concentrate your efforts on this gift. It is a talent that will develop as you focus on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=628'&gt;Which of the Major Arcana are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1102177045firetile.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Fire&lt;/b&gt;. Fire is your predominating element; it rules the signs of Aries, Leo and Sagittarius.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fire&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Water&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Earth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Air&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Spirit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=411'&gt;Which of the Five Elements are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Neutral Good&lt;/b&gt;. A Neutral Good person tries to do the 'goodest' thing possible.  These people are willing to work with the law to accomplish their goal, but if the law is corrupt they are just as willing to tear it down.  To these people, doing what's right is the most important thing, regardless of rules, customs, or laws.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Neutral Good&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;True Neutral&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lawful Good&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lawful Neutral&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chaotic Good&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lawful Evil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chaotic Neutral&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Neutral Evil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chaotic Evil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='15' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;15%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=382'&gt;What is your Alignment?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/110193446313-19.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Age 13-19 years&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah, you're cool! Live life like you'll be 18 forever! WHOOP!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Age 13-19 years&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20-35&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Age 0-12 years&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Age 36-70 years&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Age 71+ years&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=340'&gt;How old is your SOUL?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1104519282hearts.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;A Too Sweet Faerie&lt;/b&gt;. So sweet your totally sugared up! Has there ever been anyone so nice. Quick to forgive and quick to forget, everybody wants to know you! You've just got to make sure nobody takes advantage and tries to use you, don't be afraid to say no sometimes! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/angeldust_seeall/dysfaerie.html"&gt; See All Results/Comment &lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Sweet Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='90' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;90%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Sporty Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Astral Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Serious Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Silly Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Depressed Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Evil Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Lazy Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Too Kinky Faerie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='15' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;15%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=1070'&gt;Which Dysfunctional Faerie are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1104619342garnet.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Garnet&lt;/b&gt;. Fired-up, full of energy and rearing to go, garnet-girls (or guys :-P) are blessed with inner passion and strength. They would rather not give up on what they want and are generally very exciting people :-). Also, tell me if Im wrong, but the garnet-type personality is often accompanied with good health, as which the gems themselves promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/angeldust_seeall/GemStone.html"&gt; See All Results/Comment &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Garnet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='77' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;77%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Topaz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ruby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Peridot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Athemyst&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='57' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;57%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='53' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;53%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Emerald&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='53' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;53%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Celestite&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=1086'&gt;Which Mystic Gem Stone Relates To You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1103956335skinny.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Slim and Sexy&lt;/b&gt;. Congratulations! You're skinny and feeling foxy. However, obesity is an eating disorder but so is anorexia. We wouldn't want you to be blown away by a gentle breeze. Please don't regurgitate everything you eat and for those ladies, I'm pretty sure your boyfriend won't like it if you develop a strong gag reflex...if you know what I mean.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Slim and Sexy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Unhealthy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='15' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;15%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fat...not phat!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='15' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;15%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Morbidly Obese!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=984'&gt;Are you OBESE?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106232311iruka.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Iruka&lt;/b&gt;. You’re Iruka, the Ninja Academy teacher.&lt;br /&gt;You, my friend, are one of the kindest people there is. Sure, you can lose you temper from time to time – who wouldn’t, teaching those kids – but you have a heart of gold. You work hard and are always there when someone needs you, but you tend to worry a bit too much about those you love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Iruka&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Rock Lee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;TenTen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Naruto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hinata&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Genma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kakashi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Neji&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Shikamaru&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sasuke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=2685'&gt;Which Naruto ninja are you most like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Eternity, the Everlady&lt;/b&gt;. Eternity:  The Everlady is a keeper of the seasons, the cycles and time.  She is a powerfully feminine goddess who believes in the power of fertility and mature female sexuality.  She is also a patron-protector of children and mothers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Eternity, the Everlady&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Entrope&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Lady Mercy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Heart, the Flame&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Maiden Dawn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Void&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Weave&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mistress Death&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lady Discord, Stealer of Souls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Avarice, Mistress of Coin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=999'&gt;Which Nyte Goddess Are You?  (women only)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Five Second hug&lt;/b&gt;. Well you dont need a big hug but you need at least one small hug to  make your day!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Five Second hug&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ten second Hug&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='43' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;43%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Big Bear Hug&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='27' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;27%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Half hug&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='23' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;23%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;No Hug&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3309'&gt;What type of hug do you need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1105579591chobits.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Chi&lt;/b&gt;. You are a ditzy robot.  But you have good fashion sense.  And a dark side.  And you're strange.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kiba&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;InuYasha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='17' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;17%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=1685'&gt;What Anime Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1105911601images.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sora&lt;/b&gt;. You are Sora!Your heart is pure and true, and your friends make it that way. You\\\'re fiercely loyal to them, and would gladly die if it meant saving their lives. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sora&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='95' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;95%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Princess Zelda&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='85' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ryoko&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mioshi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sailor Moon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goku&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kenshin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Quatre Raberba Winner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Washu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Tifa Lcokheart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Aeris Gainsborough&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' 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border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='10' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;10%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=2136'&gt;Which Hot Anime/Game Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep, too many quizzes for my own good... but anyway, I think I'll go out shopping today, and err... do my chemistry homework. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110782669782874107?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110780310168891748</id><published>2005-02-08T01:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T02:05:01.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like my hunny's shoulder~</title><content type='html'>Today is definitely not the day to study for me. While everyone is busy preparing for new year, I am busy catching up with the relaxation that I am always deprived of. I can't seem to concentrate on what I'm reading, but I can concentrate on anything that does not involve work, but all about play! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing literati, ever since bel_lcl introduced it to me (hee, ID kept anonymous!) Not that I'm really into it, but with the free time in hand and the spelling bee coming up, I see that this is an opportunity to boot up my vocabulary. Also, I get to meet quite a number of really friendly people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour guard practices and sports day definitely wore me out - marching under the sun and running that 400m without speed was truly an experience not to forget. I actually experienced how it feels like to be on the verge of blacking out. My legs are still aching, my skin which was red is now dark, suntanned and peeling at some certain areas of the burn. I wasn't joking when I said "I feel hot!", I meant it almost literally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start on my homeworks and assignments tomorrow. Studies also have to start soon, or I'm doomed for sure. Can't wait to go out visiting this Wednesday. I know everyone is busy with preperations - and I hope the celebration that you all have been anticipating is worth all the effort you've all put in! &lt;i&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/i&gt; (I'll dedicate a post for this on the day itself XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizuno-kun has been really helpful - thanks to him I have my WAP/GPRS activated (which I never understood how to activate in the first place). He's been trying so hard to send me multimedia messages through the phone, and me being the cellphone noob, I had almost no idea what to do! He sent me two pictures, and a ringtone! One day I shall return the favour, sankyuu Mizuno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must watch Constantine this week too - or I shall never have the opportunity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I truly log off (wow, look at the time, 2.43am, funny how literati makes me stay up - Nii-chan and Itachi as witnesses!), I'll answer some questionnaires (I'm still downloading FMA scanalations from Itachi! Sankyuu Itachi-kun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Age *&lt;br /&gt;:: as of at the moment, 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now&lt;br /&gt;:: Greenday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Career *&lt;br /&gt;:: Field of Biology, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Drink or smoke *&lt;br /&gt;:: drive and fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person/s to talk to *&lt;br /&gt;:: family, and hunny ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite song/s at the moment *&lt;br /&gt;:: Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Whatcha Waitin' For?, Rumours, Since You've Been Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms*&lt;br /&gt;:: Both taste the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Have you ever had a boy/girlfriend? *&lt;br /&gt;:: Ever? Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In-love? *&lt;br /&gt;:: Very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Junk food you like *&lt;br /&gt;:: ice-kacang, cake, ice-cream, chocolate. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: *&lt;br /&gt;:: Cute! How many husband wants, that's how many I will get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest car ride ever *&lt;br /&gt;:: It was so long ago I can't remember to where... Oh wait! From KK to Lawas, or was it Lawas to Brunei to Limbang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - My favorite Sports: *&lt;br /&gt;:: Dancing, rollerblading, ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Name *&lt;br /&gt;:: Watashi no namae wa Miaka desu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - One wish you have?&lt;br /&gt;:: One wish I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias *&lt;br /&gt;:: adalah... won't tell, might be used against me later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Quote *&lt;br /&gt;:: "Before you criticise someone, walk at least a mile in their shoes. That way, not only can you safely criticise someone, you are at least a mile away from them and you also have an extra pair of shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile? *&lt;br /&gt;:: Thinking of hunny~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- sleeping hours: *&lt;br /&gt;:: 1am-8am (latest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Time you woke up today: *&lt;br /&gt;:: 7.58am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact/s about u: *&lt;br /&gt;:: Is kept unknown unless you are to come up to me and ask for it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable/fruit you hate: *&lt;br /&gt;:: Avocados, bananas and long beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: *&lt;br /&gt;:: pacing while counting my steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: *&lt;br /&gt;:: None yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food/s *&lt;br /&gt;:: chocolate. Ice cream. Ais kacang. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: *&lt;br /&gt;:: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110780310168891748?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110780310168891748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110780310168891748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110780310168891748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110780310168891748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-like-my-hunnys-shoulder.html' title='I like my hunny&apos;s shoulder~'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110746691784887485</id><published>2005-02-03T23:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T07:37:39.556+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O yeah, nii-chan made me play this game where I have to ask yes or no type of questions and his response must not be the same for more than three times. I lost, and now, he said he'll remind me about it when the time comes, I would owe him something. TT^TT I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just before I go off, some questionnaires I thought I should fill in XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1` h0ws y0ur m0od t0day. ?&lt;br /&gt;Genki but sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2` what y0u wish n0w. ?&lt;br /&gt;To get some proper rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3` d0 y0u have any crush. ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4` what y0u pr0mise y0urself. ?&lt;br /&gt;To always do my work, and let no teacher down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5` h0w y0u feel when y0u are being hurt. ?&lt;br /&gt;Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6` wh0 y0u talk 0n ph0ne just n0w. ?&lt;br /&gt;What Lauyar Englyish you got. Malu on the person who ajar you! Terry, regarding Jay's house keys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7` what have y0u been d0ing this few nights. ?&lt;br /&gt;chat, and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8` have any 0f y0ur friend make y0u happy t0day. ?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9` are y0u thinking 0f any 0ne n0w. ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10` what y0u plan t0 d0 later. ?&lt;br /&gt;Make pancakes for the person I'm thinking of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11` h0w y0u feel when sch0ol is re0pening. ?&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see my friends again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12` what y0u want n0w. ?&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream (dang j00 sugarbun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13` d0 y0u wish t0 make any friend n0w. ?&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends, the more the merrier ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14` are y0u still feeling sad huh. ?&lt;br /&gt;You're so off topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15` what y0u WaNnA d0 n0w. ?&lt;br /&gt;Irritating nya! How many times must you ask questions similar to this? *throws brick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another One ('Liberated' from Ronn's blog XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Name the Last Four Things U Have Bought?&lt;br /&gt;1. Burger from the hawker&lt;br /&gt;2. Chewing gum to get rid of the previous chewing gum that Mizuno gave that got stuck to my back teeth&lt;br /&gt;3. Two cans of coke&lt;br /&gt;4. A cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Name two things you usually drink?: &lt;br /&gt;1. Cup of decaf tall black&lt;br /&gt;2. Cup of unsweetened tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Last Time You Cried? &lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to recall. It was that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What CD is in your com ? &lt;br /&gt;Naruto episode CDs ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)What's Under Your Bed ? &lt;br /&gt;Dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)What Time Did You Wake Up Today ? &lt;br /&gt;5.55am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Current Hair? &lt;br /&gt;Got. Dyed, that's for sure. Can't get my original hair do now can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Current Clothes ? &lt;br /&gt;The ones I'm wearing? My camisoles and a black skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Current Desktop Picture? &lt;br /&gt;Elektra bwaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Current Worry ? &lt;br /&gt;STPM. Politics. I want ice-cream, dagnabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Current Hate ? &lt;br /&gt;Hate no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Favorite Place To Be?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere where dearest is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Least Favorite Place??? &lt;br /&gt;Anywhere where dearest isn't there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Play An Instrument? &lt;br /&gt;Three. Trombone, Piano, Cello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Favorite Color(s)? &lt;br /&gt;Red, black. Silver also nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)How tall Are You? &lt;br /&gt;168 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Current Favorite Word? Words? &lt;br /&gt;Ngaiti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)One Person From Your Past You Wish you Could Go Back And Talk To? &lt;br /&gt;Er... no one that can change what happens today, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Favorite Day of the week? &lt;br /&gt;Friday. TGIF, live up to it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20)Where Would You Like To Go? &lt;br /&gt;Italy.. no, Rome... no, France...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Where Do you want to live when you get married? &lt;br /&gt;Anywhere my husband says he wants to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Color of most clothes you own? &lt;br /&gt;Warm colours. But the colours are assorted really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Number of pillows you sleep w/? &lt;br /&gt;three. Or was it four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)What do you wear when you go to sleep?:&lt;br /&gt;Adalah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)What were you doing 12AM last night: &lt;br /&gt;Playing literati &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)How old will you be in 10 yrs: &lt;br /&gt;27 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years? &lt;br /&gt;Married to the man I love, with a nice cosy house, have a few lovely children, but a successful working mother in the field of biomedic/medic. (Sound ambitious eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Are you paranoid? &lt;br /&gt;Yesh~ One way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)Do you burn or tan? &lt;br /&gt;Uh... most of the time I don't do these voluntarily. Get em through marching... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)what is the brand of your wallet? &lt;br /&gt;No brand. Apa itu, got one small e and one big X. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)Your alarm clock?&lt;br /&gt;3100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34)Your hair? &lt;br /&gt;I have hair on my head, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)First real memory of something? &lt;br /&gt;Me with a rattle. Wonder where that rattle went to, it was red, with a blue and yellow rotating ball thingy in the middle together with a white coloured gear thingy around it. Made a lot of noise, it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36)First piercing/tattoo? &lt;br /&gt;ear lobes. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37)First enemy? &lt;br /&gt;No enemies. Dislike people, yesh. Enemies, nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)good cry? &lt;br /&gt;Watching Naruto, the episode where Chouji lost all his excess weight by eating the red energy pill, after a fight, he collapses and butterflies flutter, indicating that he was dead... or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39)Last library book checked out? &lt;br /&gt;It was so long ago I don't recall borrowing... oh wait. It was Plants of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40)Last person you yelled at? &lt;br /&gt;Jokingly at Mui Sia, for always taking my standing spot when we marched in a formation with the band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41)Last beverage drank? &lt;br /&gt;Itu Vico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42)Last crush? &lt;br /&gt;Was a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43)Last CD/song played? &lt;br /&gt;My own mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44)Last thing you ate? &lt;br /&gt;Itu Guava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45)Last annoyance? &lt;br /&gt;Some people lah. Forget about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46)Last disappointment? &lt;br /&gt;Some people also lah. Forget about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47)Last thing written by hand? &lt;br /&gt;march 16 steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48)Last person talking to? &lt;br /&gt;my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49)Last ice cream eaten? &lt;br /&gt;Mc Donald's Strawberry Sundae YUM YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50)Last Keyboard buttons pressed? &lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110746691784887485?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110746691784887485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110746691784887485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110746691784887485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110746691784887485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/02/o-yeah-nii-chan-made-me-play-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110744706256705754</id><published>2005-02-03T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:11:02.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Blogging...</title><content type='html'>Sigh... even though I seem to have time at my hands, it doesn't seem to want to stay there. I always have to be somewhere doing something and for quite sometime. It makes blogging look like a waste of time really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined the colour guards. What are colour guards you ask? Well, we basically add colour to the performances done by the band really. Flags, ribbon, poles, dancing/choreography/formation, you name it, anything to make the band performance look more colourful. These past few days we were given full day crash courses to learn as many flag tricks as possible, and I think tomorrow we will be starting on the choreography with the band. Sadly I won't be around in the morning because of sports day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was at the stadium! He showed me the final print of his book (which was not meant to be, there were so many typos and I thought the ending was really rushed). Envy (but not the serious kind of envy XD) was lurking on Ronn's face when Jason showed his card ^____^ I have to point out that Jason's purpose of not missing sports day is simply to watch the march pass and see his friends "suffer" while he doesn't do any of the sort. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sports day, I chose to run in the 400m event. I practically sucked at it, coming up as fifth out of six runners. I didn't expect to make it to the finals (today was just the qualifying rounds!), feeling as though I was ready to faint if I were to run any more when I reached the end line. I may have stamina, but I have no speed. The pressure! Naomi really pushed herself, and she was in a state where she looked like she was in a lot of pain and had difficulty breathing. I hope she is doing well now, I didn't want to get in the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to spew out what I had for lunch. I had made a huge mistake filling my stomach up with battered chilli prawns and battered butter fish together with kai lan just over an hour before my event. In the morning, I was at the stadium, wanting to only drop off the cans of drinks I've been collecting from the prefects to sell for sports day. In the end I ended up staying till 11 or so, being really, really late for colour guard practice. Hee! I learned a new marching style, forward and backward, and tried working on tossing the flag (I suck at it, and always end up having the pole bang me). After practice Pn. June invited us all for lunch (and it was on her) and I couldn't really say no despite the fact that I had a burger at the stadium earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not intend on eating, I ordered apple tea to myself (which amused Pn. June's children!). After a while, the food that came in was just too tempting, and Daniel (Pn. June's son) was daring me to finish off the two plates full of battered chilli prawns. The three guys (band members) who followed us barely ate, which made us switch our views on the St. Jo band members being big eaters. HAH! I think I ate more than what the three of them ate altogether! XD XD XD (Daniel even offered me his allowance of 50 cents when I did complete the bet, including finishing my pot of apple tea, demonstrating the final drop method we would use on a pipette in the chemistry lab). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, when I ran, you can practically guess what it felt like... swimming in my stomach, and I could even taste what I had eaten, even after the run, it all felt like as if it were traveling all the way back up. Ronn was seated next to me while I was lying down facing the sky in the grass. ^____^ Luckily I didn't throw up... Peter had the intentions on stepping on me, and Darrel scolded me for taking my sweet time since he made a bet (with himself, oddly) that I would win the event. HAH! I won't waste my energy on a trial, for one, and two, I've always said that I have no speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's enthusiasm was really great! Encik Shariman/Itachi was seen walking back and forth all corners of the field, Bernard, Terry, and Jay-Jay were roasting under the sun, Bertram and Darrel, doing their eccentric things, the teamwork, the cheering from classmates and schoolmates, going around the grandstand with Brendan Chin to collect aluminium cans (oh yes, today I aquired a new skill - to flatten the can!) - it was all just great! And the fact that all my classmates turned up wearing shirts of any shade of red (Feli kept going, "My shirt brighter!!!"), we looked like a solid team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nii-chan is an aozu maker. He came up with this mix where he added creamer, water, lots of sugar, and lots of chilli sauce to ice. Surprisingly it turned out delicious, but after that, if you keep burping, it tastes horrid. &gt;_&lt; Yeah, us rovers were at Sugarbun, discussing about an upcoming dinner (though most of us were focused on the television, watching MTV!). I also accidentally took Jay Jay's house keys home. Luckily, Jay Jay doesn't really live too far away from me &gt;____&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Even though the holidays are coming, I don't feel like there's going to be much freedom promised. There's so much work to catch up with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better log off now - must get enough sufficient sleep. Till next time, Jya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110744706256705754?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110744706256705754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110744706256705754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110744706256705754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110744706256705754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/02/art-of-blogging.html' title='The Art of Blogging...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110710916230605839</id><published>2005-01-31T01:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:20:54.746+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look ma... its 2am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I am 11% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=7584" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I am nerdier than 32% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=1597" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_weird.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="What is your weird quotient? Click to find out!" src="http://www.wxplotter.com/thetester/images/php/wq.php?val=5258" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Spoiled Brat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Your Score Summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Your Score:&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;What does this mean? You seem to be a little spoiled. It would not hurt you to buy something for yourself, just so that you could spoil yourself. Feel proud of the fact that you got yourself where you are by mostly your own effort (even if it is a cardboard box!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Overall, you scored as follows:&lt;br /&gt;75% are more spoiled,3% are just as spoiled, and 22% are more deprived than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;The average score is:&lt;br /&gt;34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;ChemTest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Score Summary&lt;br /&gt;Total Test Points = 26Points Obtained = 26Raw Score (Percent * 10) = 1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Overall, you scored as follows:&lt;br /&gt;0% scored higher,2% scored the same, and 98% scored lower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Average scores by background:No chemistry = 538&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;High school chemistry = 654&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some college chemistry = 719&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of college chemistry = 782&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemistry is/was a job = 813&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;For your background, you scored as follows:&lt;br /&gt;0% scored higher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2% scored the same, and 98% scored lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Average scores by chemistry importance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not important = 605&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little important = 648&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very important = 712&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world needs it = 727&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;For your background, you scored as follows:&lt;br /&gt;0% scored higher,2% scored the same, and 98% scored lower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Interesting... got the link from MaX's blog. Call me crazy, I can't sleep, so I went back online and did quizzes =____="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/funtests.php"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to get to the main page of the quizzes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110710916230605839?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110710916230605839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110710916230605839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110710916230605839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110710916230605839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/look-ma-its-2am.html' title='Look ma... its 2am!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110701657180142403</id><published>2005-01-29T22:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:51:47.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to bull*bleep*</title><content type='html'>Some people just can't tell you things - they tell the whole world before you get to know anything. And does anything from your point of view count? O ho ho. Apparently not. Your point of view is all it takes to influence people into believing what actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the quote, "Do not do what you do not want others do upon you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer was sent to ICU for reformatting. Yeah, it really needed the make-over, since everything was running slow, system files were missing, viruses were detected here and there, and the computer practically had a mind of its own. Now, it is running on pure efficiency, ah how sweet it is~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm really desperate for a cup of coffee, and I think if I'm desperate enough I'll just save up money to fly over to KL for a weekend (AirAsia, book early, save money!) and spend time lamenting on life. I'd probably need a pure time out from the kind of tension I'm getting back here, which doesn't involve me directly anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've agreed to follow the school band, becoming a flag bearer for marching. I know a lot of people are questioning what I would actually be doing (and probably thinking that I'm doing this to run away from marching on sports day) - but this is for the Interschool Sports Meet, and I really would love to gain those extra marks, considering how inactive I am being part of the Rovers. Next week onwards I'll be recieving intensive training on marching and flag bearing. I'm excluded from sports day for this, but I'll be around for the events that I am taking part in. I wasn't too clear on this when Pn. June was looking for girls to participate in the band activities, and I thought it was for our school sports day (which is, apparently not). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow I shall spend my time doing my homework and lots of revision work. I was reminded by Jay-Jay today that we will have a chemistry test this Wednesday, on Thermochemistry. Shin~~~ TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; You're just jealous that my oldest pair of jeans happens to look too good on me! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110701657180142403?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110701657180142403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110701657180142403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110701657180142403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110701657180142403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/heres-to-bullbleep.html' title='Here&apos;s to bull*bleep*'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110673738178365920</id><published>2005-01-26T17:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:05:55.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 cents worth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  B+  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pro at going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done&lt;br /&gt;You're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/typeaquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt; We stayed back after school today for a math test on probability. I was never good at it, I just can't seem to open my mind to its logic. Sometimes luck is just illogical in my point of view - therefore should not be calculated and estimated in numbers. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Anyway, what's with the 10 cents? Hehe, I earned it from Pn. June today, by answering her 'Question of the Day', where she wanted to know how we can relate the concentration of hydrogen ions to the degree of dissociation for acids. Bert thought I should donate it to the 'Tsunami Aid Fund' or 'those needy' (I know who he was referring to), while Felicity thought I should laminate it instead. LOL! Sadness, ten cents! It was really sporting of Pn. June to have done so though, it got the class amused! I think everyone would have made a better effort if she offered a chunk of chocolate instead (including myself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Jason stopped by today. I couldn't recognise him at first, I wasn't used to his selection of colours. Jason, I seriously think you should hand me the kiwi bird. ^_______^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;I suck at speaking for MUET. I'm always stuttering and lost for words. Even though it is only Pn. Lye, Felicity and Ronnie, it's pure tension, especially when you are talking about something you have almost no knowledge about. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Anyway, best I stop here. Tomorrow is the day we will get our Bio test papers back... and I best be prepared for anything tomorrow... *buried under chemistry worksheets*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110673738178365920?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110673738178365920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110673738178365920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110673738178365920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110673738178365920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/10-cents-worth.html' title='10 cents worth...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110655006858876325</id><published>2005-01-24T13:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:02:58.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laments of ALL Laments</title><content type='html'>I could be the most angsty person on Earth yesterday, one being suffering temporarily from insomnia, and secondly, having the most disastrous haircut the century has ever known. I wanted to blog about this the day before, but I was so tied down to my chemistry homework it took my mind off blogging completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not overestimate the capabilities of a new hairdresser. Not even by the way he or she does his or her own hair. I went to get my haircut the day before, at the usual place. They had a new facelift of the area - everything was red inside, I suppose it's better feng shui (and I honestly prefer red to the dull grey they had before). They were so busy yesterday - the shop was packed. All I wanted to do was get my fringe trimmed, it was way too long and got in the way of practically everything. I didn't mind waiting, and I wasn't being too picky when a new hairdresser decided to take on the mission. His hair was coolly highlighted (it didn't look like any typical ah-beng-do, so I was rather impressed, you can tell). Anyway, back to the experience. I demonstrated to him specifically that I wanted my fringe to be just slightly above the eyes, and I made sure he understood (he even asked the hairdresser next to me to confirm what I've said). I looked down, he snipped, and when I look at the 3 inch lock of hair that came tumbling down, I was shocked to see what I saw in the mirror. One, straight line of NOTHING! WHERE DID ONE COMPLETE PART OF MY FRINGE GO TO???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry on the spot. I was wide awake, I was pretty sure he understood what I said, and yet... MY PRECIOUS FRINGE! I could have done better in front of my own mirror using my own pair of scissors! Who's ever heard of someone who got a haircut and did hair extensions right after? If they had that treatment there at that moment, I would have done it. SCHTIUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, now that I've let that rant out... I'll just sit and wait for the hair to grow back. I just hope it won't take more than a week or two, I can't help worrying so much about it. Jay-Jay and Felicity are making the best out of my worries - one claims I am no girl without my fringe, and the other just won't stop laughing on spotting the fringe. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY - I felt weird when the girls were talking about the new exchange student who's going to be in our school for a year. While the girls were excitedly talking about him, I just sat there feeling dumbstruck. LOL, they haven't seen him and yet, they talk so much about him. Ah well, I'll get my chance when I go for morning duty tomorrow - after all, I am in charge of the block where his classroom is. HAHA! (I have the advantage yet I do not see how useful it will be to me XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity and Kim Hua were pulling me towards the staffroom where I was forced to show Pn. Jo my horrible fringe. (Gee don't you all just LOVE rubbing it in...). Poor Nii-chan, he was trying so hard to tell me something but failed to over the tug of war we were having. I walked in the staffroom with red wrists, burning with heat. Pn. Jo thinks it's cute, and Pn. Lye showed better response, she didn't say anything at all, but offered cheese cookies instead! Pn. Jo also had yellow coloured (well, a bit orange-y lah, but the ones my mum always buy are REALLY orange) slices of papaya to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And way to tick me off - Jackson just walked up to me while I was photostating some papers, and said, "For the rest of the week, skip tuition, you have to go for marching practice. Teacher's orders." Sigh, power of exaggeration, Harnesh made me feel a burst of relief when she said we can leave early and NOT skip tuition. Geez. Seems like money should be disposed of in the river if that's the case. This pretty much made me decide to go on ahead with marching for the band, since I get to re-live my school-band days for a moment, and yeah, save the trouble of marching in a sarung. Wonder if Norizan will do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's not enough to drive me up the wall, having all the confusion on which homework to be passed up on which day and having to do assignments that I've left out stealthily during lessons, Azureen is being a complete pain in the butt, and I don't mind her reading this, in fact, I wish she would come upon this entry. At least I don't have to tell her straight to the face, just like I always do but in the end I get dissed at after that. I'm sick of having to put up with her attitude, taking safety for granted, and taking everyone else around her except her friends for granted. She never waits for people, she makes people wait for her. When she wants to use the internet, if I were to use it for my work, she thinks it's greater priority for her to chat with her friends and upload/download photos of themselves almost everyday. She'll throw a tantrum at everyone and sulk the whole day up. If that's not bad enough, she's ALWAYS on the phone, house or cell. And how does she speak on the phone? I don't even want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice and warning is nothing more to her than insults. I told her last night that she should not be letting other people use her picture on MSN, but she acted like there's nothing wrong with it, especially when that picture happens to be with a person she doesn't even know in person yet. But what did she do in response? Talk about being naive. "So? So? Like... WhatEver." Does she appreciate the fact that I chauffeur her around? Nope. In fact, when I become the chauffeur, she treats me like a dog. When I park my car a bit distant from where she is standing, she would wave her arm, beckoning me to drive my car up to where she's standing. I'm not the only one in the family getting sick of her attitude - dad got angry because she made the office driver wait for her for well over 20 minutes to get ready for school AGAIN, despite the many times he told her not to make other people wait, when she should be the one waiting. My youngest sister always picks small things to fight over with her, now I'm not surprised why. What is up with this attitude? Whatever happened to the person that used to easily realise that she is wrong, listen and give a little tolerance and appreciation for every little thing in life? Now she's just chasing brands, popularity, I don't know, but it's making me utterly sick and moody to know this kind of person is living under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110655006858876325?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110655006858876325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110655006858876325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110655006858876325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110655006858876325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/laments-of-all-laments.html' title='The Laments of ALL Laments'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110642073942979341</id><published>2005-01-23T01:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T02:05:39.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition: Work for the CIA, and be an assasin at the same time. ^_^</title><content type='html'>It definitely was nice to see everyone today - I picked up Ina-chan from home 15 minutes later than expected, thanks to dad who refuses to get a new phone and insists on borrowing mine and making me wait for it while he makes an "important phonecall". Ya right, it's about his golf game, and he can't remember his friend's cellphone number unless he used his own sim card. "-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, Ina-chan and myself were far too early for everyone. We planned to have lunch at Pizza Hut, but in the end we loitered in Sarawak Plaza waiting for the others to turn up. Slowly, everyone made their appearance, and Jason had such a brilliant suggestion to going to Italiano's instead of the usual Hut. Good value for money, I will insist that my parents come to this restaurant tomorrow, I still want to give the other dishes on the menu a go. Today I tried the salmon salad, which was simply splendid. I also had one slice of pizza from Mizuno-chan, and dearest was wiping everyone's plate clean. ^_^ It's proof that he has four stomachs.. I guess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of walking around, we stopped by at TJ, I was doing a little fashion show at the French Gallery. The dresses there are expensive, but at least they were unique. I loved two of three dresses I tried - the pink one and the black and pink one. Too bad I didn't have a camera at that moment XD. We then moved around and went for drinks and ice-bean (LOL, Ais Kacang lah). After that, we went round a bit more and dismissed ourselves. Gosh, I'm starting to miss them already. I haven't seen Jason in such a while, it was nice to catch up with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the day, I had my chance to catch ELEKTRA. Yes, starring Jennifer Garner. I was completely in fangirl mode after the movie. I watched it with Ina-chan, Mizuno-chan, and Itachii-kun, who came in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/elektra04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt; Jennifer Garner never fails to impress me when it comes to fighting/combat skills. She is excellent at portraying a fighter - a heroine. She kept Elektra looking like a cool, illusive and powerful assasin. One of these days I'm going to dress up in her costume, definitely. While I was chatting with Nii-chan, this is what I've decided to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Let hair grow till waist length&lt;br /&gt;2. Dye hair brown (just like Elektra's)&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy sai (her weapon) - available replica online at USD 169.99 TT____TT&lt;br /&gt;4. Get her clothes (the red one!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Get trained&lt;br /&gt;6. Assasinate &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;7. Get bigger boobs (plastic surgery kot)&lt;br /&gt;8. Get flat abs!&lt;br /&gt;9. 6 is a joke, the rest aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I think I'm starting to suffer from insomnia. I can't seem to sleep, or maybe its just me getting too hyped up after watching Elektra. Seriously, I think she was so damn cool, and I couldn't help dreaming of pulling off stunts like she did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought of another list of things I would like to do this year. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sit with MaX in Starbucks and have a nice long chat over a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a vacation with Richard Kane :) (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a platypus plushie for Jason before his birthday comes&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn the uses of white tiles from Pn Jo (and be really good at it too)&lt;br /&gt;5. "liberate" Pn. Lye's collection of chocolates&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a huge gathering of friends at my house sometime this year.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cosplay as Elektra. Woohoo (yes the fever is still on~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll wrap things up here. Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110642073942979341?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110642073942979341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110642073942979341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110642073942979341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110642073942979341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/ambition-work-for-cia-and-be-assasin.html' title='Ambition: Work for the CIA, and be an assasin at the same time. ^_^'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110623890328726098</id><published>2005-01-20T23:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:35:03.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/P5070050.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;Here is another photo, in my opinion this one looks better. Thanks to Brendan Chin for sharing the photos with me! ^_^&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110623890328726098?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110623890328726098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110623890328726098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110623890328726098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110623890328726098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/heres-another-one.html' title='Here&apos;s another one...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110623847400379383</id><published>2005-01-20T23:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:27:54.003+07:00</updated><title type='text'>After The Cross Country...</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/P5070051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;Not all of us ran for the cross country - however in the picture, note that we are all prefects, and some of us were stationed at check points throughout the entire route. It was fun really!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110623847400379383?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110623847400379383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110623847400379383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110623847400379383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110623847400379383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-cross-country.html' title='After The Cross Country...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110613881920069660</id><published>2005-01-19T17:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:52:54.816+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll find my entry at the end of the quizzes XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You are Shimizu! Smart, Sexy, Feminine" src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wikkedpixxi/1037981248_shimizu_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Shimizu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wikkedpixxi/quizzes/What%20Chobits%20Character%20are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Chobits Character are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Pink" src="http://images.quizilla.com/Q/QuizGeek/1050963868_ffPinkChii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Chii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/QuizGeek/quizzes/Chobits%20-%20What%20Color%20Chii%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Chobits - What Color Chii Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the fattest person in the world. you strive&lt;br /&gt;to get to the buffet line first and wiil do&lt;br /&gt;anything to get there. you have everyones first&lt;br /&gt;and second servings at breakfast brunch lunch&lt;br /&gt;and dinner. i suggest you calm down and start&lt;br /&gt;appreciating food, not devouring it like a&lt;br /&gt;hungry beats ready to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/bill777234/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20......ARE%20YOU%20FAT?...../"&gt;......ARE YOU FAT?.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first comment on this - WHAT THE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="kghjm" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/m.a.d./1073557498_densakura2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/m.a.d./quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20!!!what%20cardcaptors%20character%20r%20u%20!!!/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;!!!what cardcaptors character r u !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairy of FIRE.You are strong, spunky and&lt;br /&gt;a born leader. It's easy to tick you off and&lt;br /&gt;you have a serious temper. Take some Anger&lt;br /&gt;Manegment classes! You love bold colors and&lt;br /&gt;think that Bush should be kicked outta office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/lotrdevil/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20What%20kind%20of%20element%20fairy%20r%20u?/"&gt;What kind of element fairy r u?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8ab7cbc)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Arteest91/1089813261_aqua_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul's True Color is Sky Blue Visit my&lt;br /&gt;site www.freewebs.com/icearteest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Arteest91/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20~`~What%20Is%20Your%20Soul"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;~`~What Is Your Soul's True Color~`~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Light" src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/Fleetingshadows0/1097513149_wersSummer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Fleetingshadows0/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20[w][h][a][t]%20[i][s]%20[y][u][o][r]%20[e][l][e][m][e][n][t]%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20[girls]/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;[w][h][a][t] [i][s] [y][u][o][r] [e][l][e][m][e][n][t] [girls]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="f" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/meduckie/1079121241_CMyDocumentssfire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/meduckie/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20~~**What%20is%20your%20soul**~~%20/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;~~**What is your soul**~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;For one week, starting today, I allow Jay-Jay to kick my chair continuously. That's for earning lousy marks in the recent chemistry test. When I say lousy, I mean lousy. And since hunny promised that this will be the last time he would allow such marks to appear for chemistry tests, then I shall set a goal as well - no more 'half-half' or 'almost there' business. Sigh, if this keeps up I know I'm doing something really wrong somewhere, regarding the way I study. Maybe I should avoid studying late at night and really consider sleeping early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;In the morning, after walking to class with Ronn ^_^ I went downstairs with Felicity to see Pn. Jo. I handed Pn. Jo the cones I collected from a park in Australia (Katoomba to be exact). She then handed me a little package - I didn't expect a gift from her, it was truly a surprise! She gave me a bracelet made completely of tiny beads, and I absolutely loved it! I definitely will treasure the gift, appreciated nonetheless. Thank you so much Pn. Jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Pn. Lye gave my jacket back to me today, and allowed me to take some of her pinapple tart cookies before the usual morning meetings the teachers would have with the principal began. Right after that moment, I went to disturb Brendan Chin's duty post (LOL - help out stamp his commission's car wash tickets more or like, since I am the official holder of the Prefectorial Board stamp - and Feli would give me that 'cheeeh' look). Brendan has this copyright name associated with his commission - Kalipap! So cute! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;After duty I went back to class, maths was being draggy as usual, but I guess it's because I'm focusing on a different chapter at the moment. Probability isn't my thing really. Chemistry practical was... okay, surprisingly. Didn't expect to do Experiment 6 as an instant on-the-spot practical, but I pulled through anyway. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Break duty was boring - and we had a senior prefect's meeting that lasted a whole period after break. Since not all the seniors were informed we sat at the usual junction and stopped any senior that passed by. Brendan Lo would tell them to stop and do something silly - Brendan Lo made Brendan Chin do some poses in order to transform (and in the end he said, "Congratulations! You have transformed into an idiot!" *ROFL*) and was telling other seniors to stop and do ten push-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;We had MUET in the library - not all of us had the opportunity to do our listening skills, and no thanks to me for coming in late. After class Felicity and I waited outside the staffroom for Pn. Lye (Feli claimed that we both were 'mangsa tsunami') so we could collect more cookies and sweets from her. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;We then had PA - where we were asked to copy the questions and answer them at the same time. I didn't have enough time to copy the paper in the first place &gt;_&lt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Straight after PA I had lunch in the canteen. I packed KFC's chicken, but it sucked since it was bought late at night the day before - didn't taste so good. Brendan and Ronn were eyeing the skin of the chicken, which I was trained never to eat since young (and maaa~ I'm still obedient *gives puppy dog eyes*). Also consumed the last of my energy bars, cinnamon being my favourite flavour TT^TT. (MaX, can send me a package? XD XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;We had extra maths class - and I couldn't complain since she was teaching the chapter that I was putting my focus on. After maths was chemistry - we got our test papers back... UGH. That ends what I have to say about it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;Anyway, best get going, have to study for Bio tomorrow. Promised Pn. Jo I won't disappoint her, and I better mean it. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110613881920069660?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110613881920069660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110613881920069660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110613881920069660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110613881920069660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/youll-find-my-entry-at-end-of-quizzes.html' title='You&apos;ll find my entry at the end of the quizzes XD'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110578430000341521</id><published>2005-01-15T16:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T09:15:51.400+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quizzies and Quests</title><content type='html'>1.WHOSE PICTURE(S) DO YOU CARRY IN YOUR WALLET?&lt;br /&gt;-x- myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT'S YOUR PC WALLPAPER?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Kairi from Kingdom Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHOSE NUMBER(S) DO YOU HAVE AS SPEED-DIAL ON YOUR PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Dearest, mum, dad, sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IF YOU PRAY, WHAT WILL YOUR LAST PRAYERS BE TO GOD?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Bless my family and friends, for they have enriched my life, given me love, so I could go on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW MANY FRIENDS ARE ON YOUR FRIENDSTER?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Even if you knew, what good does it do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ARE YOU GOING TO BE DELETING ANYONE SOON?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Nope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHEN YOU'RE DOWN OR NEED HELP,WHO DO YOU CALL?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IF YOU ARE TAKEN, WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THAT PERSON OUT OF ALL THE BILLIONS OF GIRLS/GUYS OUT THERE?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Because he is the one who never fails to cheer me up, the words he says, the actions he does, they all comfort me. He never does anything that would hurt me, and I know I can trust him with anything. He is everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS THE HARDEST PART ABOUT BEING SINGLE? THE EASIEST?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Hardest part about it is being lonely - no one there to be the shoulder you shall cry on and lean on in times of need, especially when no one seems to understand you. Easiest? You don't have to worry about another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. HOW MANY LOVES DO YOU THINK IT WILL TAKE YOU TO FIND THE RIGHT ONE?&lt;br /&gt;-x- I won't answer this, because this would be God's will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU DO ?&lt;br /&gt;-x- nothing that would change who I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR MOOD TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;-x- lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. THE LAST PERSON/PEOPLE YOU MET?&lt;br /&gt;-x- New person? Ronnie's Uncle. Last would be Nii-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. QUESTION(S) PEOPLE BEEN ASKING YOU LATELY?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Are you losing hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. THREE THINGS THAT YOU WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;-x- Swim to hunny&lt;br /&gt;-x- Talk to hunny&lt;br /&gt;-x- Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110578430000341521?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110578430000341521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110578430000341521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110578430000341521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110578430000341521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-quizzies-and-quests.html' title='Some Quizzies and Quests'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110576622261460731</id><published>2005-01-15T13:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T12:17:02.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A progress - I ran for the class!</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling joyous today - not only did I have so much support from my classmates, schoolmates and teachers, I managed to move four places from last year's cross country. Maybe it's because I'm in place of the upper 6 students from last year now, and there wasn't any lower 6 to count in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Jo brought enough food to feed a herd of horses. I couldn't eat - I preferred to run on a moderately filled stomach - which was what I did before leaving home this morning. I did take the sweets though - Pn. Lye offered those gummy little sweets of hers that I enjoy so much, and Pn. Jo offered coconut sweets. Ronald also gave me a whole pack of chocolates - and I took about half of it before starting the race. Those gave me a boost alright! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Ina-chan and Mizuno tagged along, and we arrived at Reservoir around 7.35am. The rain was horrible - especially when it was the girls' turn to run. I was terribly soaked when I started running. No one could tell if I was crying or laughing, and I was wearing a white shirt with a loose pair of tracks (mum just bought me a new pair two days ago). I must have looked like an idiot! I wanted to run with my jacket, but my jacket was already soaked before I started, and it felt so heavy on me, and thus restricted a bit of my movement. So I made do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prefects at the checkpoints were encouraging - and even though Jay Jay had some rather silly/nasty remarks, he somewhat put the boost into things. At first I was telling him to shut up as he asked me to run faster - I was already running as fast as I could when we started. The way the girls all just burst their energy at the beginning made me feel like I was left far behind, so I did the same. I continued running despite feeling so tired, because I knew if I were to stop, I would stop completely. Mr. Deary was always telling me to smile whenever he saw me! Ah, I couldn't ask for better support - everyone was so encouraging. At the end of it all, I came in third, skin burning red, smoking as well (due to the rain). But I felt that I have proven myself, and proven that so long I am determined to do something, or get something, I can if I tried. Giving up is not an option. In life, friends are those who are there to encourage you and gives you a reason to continue living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna grab some lunch now. Going for a rover's meeting after this. Will blog later perhaps yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110576622261460731?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110576622261460731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110576622261460731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110576622261460731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110576622261460731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/progress-i-ran-for-class.html' title='A progress - I ran for the class!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110571942861747710</id><published>2005-01-14T23:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:17:08.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep... sleep... today's post continues LOL</title><content type='html'>Oh, before I go, CHECK THIS OUT. REALLY CUTE (LOL - MaX showed this to me about a week ago XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefifthdistrict.com/potter/"&gt;Potter Potter Potter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110571942861747710?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110571942861747710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110571942861747710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110571942861747710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110571942861747710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleep-sleep-todays-post-continues-lol.html' title='Sleep... sleep... today&apos;s post continues LOL'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110571930506322506</id><published>2005-01-14T21:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:15:05.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day never to forget </title><content type='html'>I had a lot of fun today, to be honest with you. I think before I go to sleep, I shall spend some time blogging about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling fresh - but the heavy rain killed off some of my spirit I had in the morning. I was thinking, with my juniors, we should be able to catch some late comers today (we weren't able to from Wednesday thanks to the rain). So we stayed under the shade, just waiting for time to pass by... BORING nak mampus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons went on as usual today - nothing truly out of the blue during lessons - and by the time break duty came, I had to take out the cage that I owed Ruby from my car (actually, she is a form 6 senior last year who left her mouse cage behind in our class. Pn. Jo said she wanted it cleared, and since we didn't know who it really belonged to, I took one out of two home - Ronn took the other one). The umbrella didn't help at all - I got soaked, and I was late, yet again, to my duty post. My juniors would probably think I've been slacking off hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After break, during Bio Pn Jo was talking about the right age to get married. To her opinion, guys should get married at the very least, 26, but the perfect age - 30. Ah. In my opinion, that's a bit too old.. but yeah, in the end, I agreed to what she said - it depends on how long you've known 'that' person. Kim however had this theory of getting married at 65 - not only do you have nothing to worry about when it comes to kids, you get to 'know' many people of the opposite sex. Pn. Jo said she would love to see a re-union 10 years later (which is now, looking like a MUST) and see who will get married first. According to Pn. Jo, the ones to get married first are those who claim they won't marry or will marry at a late age. Ha! Look out Feli - I still say 24. *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after school, I went for the Interact Club general meeting. I was furiously taking notes as the minutes of the meeting (and now I have to type it all out, but I'm too tired to at the moment - only have the energy to blog and play a bit of NFS:U after this) while the meeting was held. After the meeting not only did I have the chance to speak to Ronn's uncle about the recycling project while sending him off, I got to experience what it's like to be sitting at the table facing everyone in the AVA room. Scary it was - but next time I'm going to ask Alex to allow me to do a report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after that meeting, I was about to eat more sausages and get the hot dog when Jackson sent one of the juniors (I can remember his face, not his name) to come down and ask all seniors to go up to the auditorium to set things up for the Prefect's general meeting. Brendan Chin and I left the canteen (I only had two sausages and peanuts for lunch. Ugh.) to set up the laptop and the projector so I can treat the prefects to something special (being the welfare officer, I was told I should... err.. take care of the welfare of the prefects. ???!). I was disappointed however, when the CD I had burned was not able to be viewed in the laptop. Cussing like mad in my mind, I asked Jackson if I could be excused from the meeting to download the anime again - and Brendan insisted that he followed. So I brought him home, and downloaded DivX to the memory card to transfer to the laptop - VOILE! It worked!!! I was somewhat singing praises on the way back to school and made it just in time to give out the prizes for the commission intergames - the one that I organised was Scrabble - and the prefects really made me flush red with embarrassment when they made so much noise and comments when I gave the medal to Ronn. The kind of fear that was running through my mind at that time was, "Gosh, if Mr. Lim was here..." Seriously I'm not embarrassed to the fact that people do know, I'm not afraid of expressing my feelings on certain things, but sometimes there are some acts or behaviour that I would definitely disagree to - this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'd like to note that assistant prefect one's sarcasm is rated -100 on a scale of one to ten. Honestly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was given a chance at the microphone, I gave a farewell gift to Adriel, who was leaving to pursue his studies in Australia. The day before I went round St. Jo during duty to take photos to put on the bookmark I made him. Hopefully he won't forget us and enjoyed his time with us. After that, I made everyone sing a birthday song for Brendan Chin's twin, Brendan Lo. Yesh, it was his birthday today! Then, there was a treat for everyone, specially dedicated to the birthday people in January - I showed them Episode 101 of Naruto! I really love this episode and what more to say the reaction of the prefects after watching it. I sure hope they appreciated it and learn to bond a bit more with us seniors, and see that we are, no different from them, and we sure know how to loosen up as well (but not too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, we all went home, and were scheduled to meet up again in front of Merdeka Palace at 7 - to participate in a run to officialliate the "Bulan Sukan". I was there by 6.38pm, where I went in to Seattle Coffee with Ronn, Nii-chan and Jay Jay to get a long black decaff while waiting for the others to arrive. When they did, we did a lot of waiting... and were given a burger, a tou-sa bun, and a bottle of mineral water. Waiting sucked, and I was tired as ever. I just wanted to sleep! Harnesh was complaining that she was hungry but couldn't eat the meat in the burger and hated tou-sa. While waiting for our turn, Harnesh and I played bunga tali with a rubber band, and batu seremban with rather dirty stones. We ran a crappy distance alright - and I don't think that could be call running - even walking would have suited it. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got cross country to worry about tomorrow. Better sleep now, before I forget to wake up early. Will be picking up Ina-chan tomorrow and bringing her to watch us! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110571930506322506?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110571930506322506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110571930506322506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110571930506322506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110571930506322506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-day-never-to-forget.html' title='Another day never to forget '/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110545243218999974</id><published>2005-01-11T19:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:07:12.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikachu + Winnie The Pooh = Hamtaro</title><content type='html'>Well, it's hillarious really, I didn't think it was possible, but I was attempting to blog the night before when I actually fell asleep in front of the PC, only realising it around 3am, when I just walked back to my room. Pity Nii-chan whom I was chatting with, and Evjfeu, who both were probably wondering why I've suddenly stopped responding... Even I didn't realise it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why the title? Hee, Ronn and I were talking about the plushies we have in our rooms, and I think you'll get the idea anyway. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio project passed up, I couldn't be happier. A load off the shoulders, I must say! Even though I felt that the work was not distributed well - but I'm glad it turned out well, with so many pages, and looked so clean I couldn't be more proud of it. Even though I have a lot of work lifted off me, the homework still doesn't stop pouring in, and there is that test tomorrow afternoon... aiyaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason left school, officially this week. I didn't see this coming, though I did expect him not to continue form 6 after the end of last year since he was optioning for studying in Auckland. I don't really like the idea of having friends leave school without me knowing the real reason to it, but I'm not going to let this affect me like Ina-chan's leave did. Jason wasn't too close a friend to me, so I don't really feel an impact, but for someone who is working to achieve the same goal - sit for the STPM and achieve good grades to further advance and get good jobs for the security of our future to suddenly give up - sometimes it just makes me re-think of some of the aims and goals I really want to achieve. Anyway, I'm not going to allow this to seep in too far in my thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Lye gave us chocolates. She smsed me the day before asking me to pick the chocolates up first thing in the morning on Monday, but she was one step ahead of me when she passed it to Naomi to pass to our class! Lovely dark chocolate it was, I think it's Nestle Aero. There were two types - the other was chocolate infused with coffee. Thanks to Felicity, offering me three cubes during my duty, I went hyper! Sankyuu Pn. Lye! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start training for cross country. Oh, and I think my PC needs reformatting. Loading slowly, showing signs of... a breakdown or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think it's better if I have less sleep. I slept early the night before (by accident) and I'm feeling so darn tired now, compared to yesterday (with one hour's worth of sleep). Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110545243218999974?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110545243218999974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110545243218999974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110545243218999974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110545243218999974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/pikachu-winnie-pooh-hamtaro.html' title='Pikachu + Winnie The Pooh = Hamtaro'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110509299918057677</id><published>2005-01-07T16:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:16:39.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Work Will Kill Me...</title><content type='html'>Hah. My PC has just recovered from a system error, I think. For the past few days, all the links I clicked on would jam the PC up, and typing in any chatterbox or tagboards would have the same effect. After a lot of frustration and thinking (and chatting with Naomi for some inspiration) I kicked the CPU, and whaddayaknow? The links actually work! LOL! How's 'manually and naturally fixed' sound to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't much to report on the past few days, except I've been sleeping late (past midnight) to catch up with my school work, and going for tuition. Now that it is the weekend, I've decided to waste my afternoon's sleep time on fixing Nii-chan's blog. My computer still hasn't fully recovered - some links still do not activate upon clicking. Talk about being picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been chocolate frenzy days for me. Pn. Lye has been supplying our class with sweets and chocolates, and in the end, after reading up about pollution, I quote, "And the seagulls were dying...", there was a mention on additives in our food that's just going to result in killing ourselves. Sweets naturally are from sugar, but for the flavour and for it to last, in comes in the preservatives. &gt;_&lt; Pn. Lye can omit the candies, but NOT the chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been draining all the energy out of me, and I think I'm growing blind or something. I seem to not be able to notice things, even if there was a dog chewing on my leg, I think I'll only react to the presence of the dog 5 seconds after it starts chewing, and as for the pain, probably 10. No, seriously... I'm even taking time to recall people's names! And I'm learning to sleep 4 hours a day. No hours in between, and I'm wondering how I manage. Even so, I'm enjoying myself nonetheless, I'm happy to see my teachers and friends in school everyday, and I couldn't ask for more with the people who are surrounding my seat in class - they are the ones who always add the extra smile and boost to my everyday. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running in the cross-country event again this year - and the competition is on the 15th of January. I went for training yesterday, and I haven't given myself such a run since the last cross country. With less than a week, I wonder if I can do well in this one. I'd better be serious about training on my own if I don't want to embarrass myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastry lady that comes every Thursday (who actually sells delicious pretzels and shepherd's pies to the teachers - not meant for students ahah) cannot be seen. I wonder if she's changed strategy - Jason mentioned that she could have planned on coming earlier and by the time our break comes, she disappears. After all, she's only supposed to sell to the teachers (and I've taken the liberty since October last year to chase after her every Thursday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chemistry homework (which are papers adding up to 1cm thickness) and Biology Ecology project is due this Monday. Extra classes start next week, on top of my three tuition classes, I have to tutor my youngest sister twice a week on maths and science, and also extra classes from school - Chemistry test, Maths class. Plus the training and all, I think I better allocate myself three hours of sleep a day... YESH! I'm RANTING! Why couldn't a day give me an extra 24 hours? (for myself lah, stop time a bit...) And there goes my free ticket to a movie, I have NO TIME to go out and ENJOY a movie! TT_____TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110509299918057677?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110509299918057677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110509299918057677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110509299918057677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110509299918057677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-work-will-kill-me.html' title='My Work Will Kill Me...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110473639427198323</id><published>2005-01-03T13:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T14:13:14.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, A Belated New Year!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't been blogging... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the first day being back to school. I think school has some positive effects on me - I'm actually far earlier than I really need to be, and I think I'm going to actually be on time for most of the things I am responsible of attending or doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is what my New Year's Resolutions are looking like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Straight As for STPM&lt;br /&gt;2. Before leaving the prefectorial board, I must have done a contribution that will leave an impression to the school and its students.&lt;br /&gt;3. Slow down on chocolates, coffee and coke/pepsi. [Caffeine reduces insulin production, therefore increases your risks of getting diabetes. Ah.. there goes the sweet stuff. Better to have a bit at a time for the rest of your life than indulge one day and not touch anymore of it for the rest of your life. Right?]&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of exams, I'm going to dye my hair red. And the only part that is going to ever get a trim is my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be more punctual.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep early, wake up early. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;7. Exercise once a day, on the stationary bike. Is 300 calories a day a bit too much?&lt;br /&gt;8. Take better care of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pick up ballroom dancing.&lt;br /&gt;10. Be able to sing "Sen no Kotoba" fluently.&lt;br /&gt;11. Complete two cosplay costumes by the time Cosmas/CF comes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm ambitious, but without ambitions, I am one to be so lazy. Yes. LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night, I kept waking up after shutting my eyes every 15 minutes or so. It sucked, because I didn't have much energy to do much today. I only had the energy to look awake, and speak. And distribute sweets, chocolates and gifts. Ah, that's about it really. Most of the time, when people spoke, it went through me like water would through a wire mesh. Yep, no retention whatsoever, except if the person who's talking happens to be really near me or Pn. Jo herself. Hah, maybe I'm excited to go back to school? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tempted to start a silly argument with Jay-Jay, who's now sitting directly behind me. He was commenting on the badges I had pinned all over my pencilcase - which I take pride in, including the ones on my bag strap. He wanted to compete, and if only I wasn't feeling so drained, I would have crapped even more. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned our classroom for the first few minutes of the day (or rather, an hour). I settled my fees and ordered for a tie, which my intentions in buying one is only known to a very few. &gt;_&lt;" You'll find out, maybe next month heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 'secara senyap dan disignal oleh mata Cikgu Jo', we elected Darrel to be our new class monitor. The look on his face was just so hillarious! He seemed to be the only one who missed Pn. Jo's signals, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been catching up on movies the past few days. Mum bought quite a lot - from Bridget Jones, the Edge of Reason to Saturday Night Fever, I must say I enjoyed watching all of them, except for the Polar Express and The Phantom of the Opera. Don't get me wrong, Polar Express in my opinion can't live without the IMAX theater, and the Phantom of the Opera? Mum bought the wrong CD. It was the one that was filmed in 1989, and I can tell you it's bloody gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mum told me yesterday I walked like John Trivolta, except I don't walk as fast and do not throw my buttocks up and down so much. &gt;_&lt;" I really LOVE the dances in Saturday night Fever and Staying Alive (mind you the dances in Saturday Night Fever is a lot better - but some parts are in need of censorship). Hee, maybe I should add that to my resolutions, or rather, to-do list! XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, jya ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110473639427198323?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110473639427198323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110473639427198323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110473639427198323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110473639427198323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2005/01/again-belated-new-year.html' title='Again, A Belated New Year!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110450849540909600</id><published>2004-12-31T22:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T22:54:55.410+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Hello there everyone! Wishing you all a very happy new year, though we are not really allowed to celebrate new year, in mourning to the 26/12 disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really a busy day for me, dad wanted me to prepare dinner for the family. Yeah, today was somewhat, the dad-and-daughter bonding day, you can say. In the morning we went out to register my two sisters to their respective schools, and then went out shopping for aluminium-containers to make chicken and mushroom pies. I've been buying ingredients for the pie and salad and what not... and by the time the clock showed 3pm, I was so darn tired and wanted nothing else but sleep, but I couldn't - I had to cut the chicken and make the filling for the pie. &gt;_&lt; When it was done (6pm), I went to get my shower, and by then, Raye stopped by my house, and gave me a comic (Ragnarok, Issue 5), 8 cute badges, and rubber bands that looked similar to the ones Sakura (From Cardcaptors) wears, which she made on her own! Ah, I was so unprepared for gifts! Thank you so much Raye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmamas came to our house - my pies sank in the middle last minute, and it was so embarrassing! &gt;_&lt;" Everything went on fine until the sinking happened, and frankly I was really disappointed, and if I have the time, I'm going to retry the recipe. HARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm waiting for midnight! I can't wait to kacau everyone on the cellphone as soon as it strike midnight hehe! Anyway, I've made a list of things I'm targeting for next year, in other words, New Year's Resolution(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIAKA'S NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Score straight A's for STPM (that means, work hard, study smart...)&lt;br /&gt;2. Slow down on the chocolates (This is going to be difficult &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Make sure I join Cosplaying in Cosmas and CF&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave an impression and do something memorable for the Prefectorial Board of 2004/2005&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll type more later, I'm tired at the moment. MIDNIGHT in 5 MINUTES! HAPPY NEW YEAR! LIVE AND PROSPER~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110450849540909600?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110450849540909600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110450849540909600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110450849540909600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110450849540909600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year, New Resolutions'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110433683347901384</id><published>2004-12-29T22:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:13:53.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haih...!</title><content type='html'>Was out of the house almost the whole day, and today, was a good experience and rather memorable for myself, so I think I should blog about it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I was in school for an informal senior prefect's meeting (myself and Harnesh couldn't find Elder! We thought the meeting was cancelled... at one point), and after that, the ecology project meeting. Though I'm not very reassured with the reports and bits and pieces of the compilation was coming in, Harnesh said that Pn. Jo is giving us two weeks after school re-opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the unofficial senior prefect's meeting, I was rather shocked to see some of the comments that was written inside 'the file'. Yeah, only some people would know what I mean, but anyway, overall I thought a minute number of the prefects had just abused their right when given the opportunity to comment on the seniors. The use of really strong and suggestive words disappointed me and it kept ringing in my mind. However, I thank them for pointing out a few things, and I do hope I can improve myself, though I am not going to change myself completely. An example - I don't deny that I do often add Japanese words to my daily speech, but it is no act (and I do not act) and that is the minimum I can do. It all just takes some tolerance. You tolerate some of my traits, I have to tolerate some of your traits. We're only human, and we aren't perfect. (Yeah, prefects =/= perfect, do read properly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out with that. So what was I up to in the noon?&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, mum asked me to accompany her to go do a little bit of grocery shopping. After that, I headed for Felicity's house, stopping by Bert's place to collect my mini herbarium, which has dried up and shrivelled. I've only been to Felicity's house once, and I got terribly lost as the last time I went to her house, it was when we were on the way back from Pn. Jo's house. Yes, I drove mindlessly, all the way to Batu Kawa, which was SO not the area Felicity was staying in, but where Pn. Jo was! By the time I realised it I was halfway through the road turning in to Batu Kawa, and getting yourself out of that road was like hell - jam packed! I was confused, sms-ing to Naomi and calling Felicity to get some enlightenment on where I should head! Goodness. I left home before three, and ended up arriving at Felicity's house slightly past four (I promised three!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I was to meet Felicity at her house and pick up Naomi along the way was to visit Pn. Lye, our dear MUET teacher. We bought her a book (Eats, Shites, and Leaves, A. Parody - Good book, really!!!) and when we arrived at her house, I was pretty embarrassed to admit to her that I, a person who lives in Kuching, and drives around in Kuching for almost half a year already, got lost. We handed her the gift, and when she read out some of the pages, it did amuse her, which was quite satisfying. Naomi's sister, Teresa was there too (I like her hair colour XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at Pn. Lye's house. Felicity and myself finished Pn. Lye's supply of chocolate, and I quite like the banana cake that was served as well. Yeah, I hate banana, naturally, but this cake was quite an exception. We chatted the day away - I had a lousy chess match with Pn. Lye's son (So sorry dude, I forgot to ask you for your name &gt;_&lt;) - I was on the losing end, and we both talked about Pokemon so enthusiastically that it made me want to go back to playing Pokemon TCG. His card collection was really impressive - and he also gave me a Pikachu, from one of the latest Pokemon sets, not that I know of since I haven't been keeping track. I had OMG-ing at all the cards he had - some were SUPER powerful, it would knock out the banned/broken cards from the original sets in one attack. Seriously. Pikachu looked SO UBER KAWAII!!! (girls. ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Pn. Lye's till 8pm. Wootzor! By that time, the three of us were complaining about dinner, and how we would get into trouble with our parents. Azureen deserted me (or rather, I deserted Azureen) since I was more into staying and having a chat with Pn. Lye rather than catch Phantom of the Opera (MaX shoots, Miaka gets hit and falls off the chair). Ah well, I still have that free ticket, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaX made the day better - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Wonka played by none other than Johnny Depp. OMG OMG OMG!!!!! Anticipating Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, and now this!!! As if the chocolate high isn't enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better shut off my computer tonight, give it a break from all the downloading. It was showing signs of malfunction when I couldn't switch it on or keep it switched on (it would shut off by itself). It has been on for two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110433683347901384?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110433683347901384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110433683347901384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110433683347901384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110433683347901384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2004/12/haih.html' title='Haih...!'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110422868907365781</id><published>2004-12-28T15:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T21:36:37.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff I found on the net...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="body"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Results of "The Test"&lt;br /&gt;How bitchy are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score = 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/score_bar.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;What does your score mean?&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you had a low score on the bitch test and appear to be a decent person! You're not necessarily verging on sainthood, but we can safely assume that you have a basic respect for others and an acceptable sense of decorum. You try your best to maintain a certain level of etiquette, and control yourself even when tempted to stab someone in the back or settle a few scores. You are able to calm yourself down and think rationally rather than giving into the first animalistic urge to "attack". Sure, you may slip up from time to time, but you're only human! So wear those angel wings with pride - the world needs more civilized folk like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allthetests.com/fun.php3"&gt;Take the quiz here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;For those who just joined a forum, or those who aren't really sure of what they are doing in a forum, this is good education, at the same time a good laugh. (From CF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://albinoblacksheep.com/flash/posting.php"&gt;Click here to watch!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;This site is good too - but I can only access the toons! &lt;a href="http://www.getmilked.com/getmilked.html"&gt;GET MILKED!&lt;/a&gt; (from CF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#90bed5" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#083360" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=1077" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serifcolor:#ffffff;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ultimate Highschool Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Azelea" name="in0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Favorite color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;select size="1" name="in1"&gt;&lt;option value="red"&gt;red&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="black"&gt;black&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="pink"&gt;pink&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="blue"&gt;blue&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="purple"&gt;purple&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="green"&gt;green&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="yellow"&gt;yellow&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="orange"&gt;orange&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="white"&gt;white&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Female" name="in2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Favorite type of music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;select size="1" name="in3"&gt;&lt;option value="country"&gt;country&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="industrial"&gt;industrial&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="techno"&gt;techno&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="pop"&gt;pop&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="rock"&gt;rock&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="metal"&gt;metal&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="punk"&gt;punk&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="pop"&gt;pop&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="rap"&gt;rap&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="none"&gt;none&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="other"&gt;other&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Dorks are.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;select size="1" name="in4"&gt;&lt;option value="gay"&gt;gay&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="losers"&gt;losers&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="hella+rad"&gt;hella rad&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="diseased"&gt;diseased&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value=""&gt;&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Sporks are.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;select size="1" name="in5"&gt;&lt;option value="a+kitchen+utensil"&gt;a kitchen utensil&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="awesome"&gt;awesome&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="stupid"&gt;stupid&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="lame"&gt;lame&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="gay"&gt;gay&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your classmates think you are..&lt;/b&gt; 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Control - &lt;b&gt;40%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#ffccdc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Kissing - 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Late, I know, but heh, I'm not the CG-er anyway (was in the christmassy mood, decided to do something out of the blue XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/christmassu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110420350623813482?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110420350623813482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110420350623813482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110420350623813482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110420350623813482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2004/12/t3h-cg-finally-completed.html' title='T3H CG, Finally completed...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110407323069646136</id><published>2004-12-26T21:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:51:14.453+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like something's not right...</title><content type='html'>These are nicked from Aiko-chan's blog... &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1039891556_Agreen.JPG" border="0" alt="greenhair"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your anime hair color is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20anime%20hair%20color%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your anime hair color?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Niluial/1101813294_izReynolds.gif" border="0" alt="RG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have the Reynolds girl look. Reynolds girls had&lt;br&gt;the typical British beauty. The eighteenth&lt;br&gt;century British portrait painters would have&lt;br&gt;been attracted by your brilliant complexion and&lt;br&gt;your classical features. Sir Joshua Reynolds&lt;br&gt;loved to paint girls like you in white dresses&lt;br&gt;with blue satin sashes. Reynolds and other&lt;br&gt;portrait painters of his time also portrayed&lt;br&gt;blue eyed, dark-haired girls, and golden-haired&lt;br&gt;ones too, plus the occasional red-head. The&lt;br&gt;following painters would have painted you; Sir&lt;br&gt;Joshua Reynolds and Sir Thomas Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Niluial/quizzes/'Pretty%20As%20A%20Picture'%20-%20Which%20Artist%20Would%20Paint%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;'Pretty As A Picture' - Which Artist Would Paint You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cozmicstar/1102887473_esromantic.jpg" border="0" alt="romantic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a romantic girl. You're kind, caring,&lt;br&gt;loveing, and peaceful. You spend a lot of your&lt;br&gt;time dreaming and you're not afraid to express&lt;br&gt;deep emotion, whether it be in a poem, diary,&lt;br&gt;or words. You hope for love and affection from&lt;br&gt;your prince charming. I have a feeling he will&lt;br&gt;come around soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cozmicstar/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F%20(with%20pix!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="body"&gt;These aren't though &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171550_uizzesFire.jpg" border="0" alt="Fire"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Fire: Strong, hot tempered,&lt;br&gt;powerful, and passionate. Well now lets see,&lt;br&gt;being fire you are quite strong and powerful,&lt;br&gt;people look up to you greatly and often seek&lt;br&gt;your protection. You have the ability to gain&lt;br&gt;many friends and you are always one people can&lt;br&gt;count on to do what you say you will do. You&lt;br&gt;are extremely loyal be it friends or family&lt;br&gt;you'll stick up for them and you are never&lt;br&gt;willing to put them in a position that could&lt;br&gt;hurt them. You know what roll you play in life,&lt;br&gt;leader, and you intend to let people know it.&lt;br&gt;Not everyone is capable of leadership but you&lt;br&gt;certainly have the willpower and flare to do&lt;br&gt;it. You have quite a temper if it shows itself,&lt;br&gt;one that can often lead you into trouble. Once&lt;br&gt;your mind is made up there is no changing it&lt;br&gt;but no one said that was a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A-%7CWhat%20is%20your%20true%20element%3F%7C-%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers-/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MochaKiss/1104063615_esPainting.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8b89c80)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are fallin' for James and you to havent even&lt;br&gt;met!&lt;br /&gt;Remember to message me with JAMES in your&lt;br&gt;message!!!He can forget Lily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MochaKiss/quizzes/How%20to%20fall%20in%20love%20with%20a%20Troublemaker(a%20Marauder%20quiz)for%20Girls%20Part%201/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How to fall in love with a Troublemaker(a Marauder quiz)for Girls Part 1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekobaby89/1104070459_ireHikaru2.JPG" border="0" alt="Fire Hikaru"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Fire. Brash and head-strong, you&lt;br&gt;take life by the horns and deal with everything&lt;br&gt;with bravery and enthusiasm. You're good at a&lt;br&gt;lot of things you do, and others like you for&lt;br&gt;your attitude. You can be brash and firery,&lt;br&gt;warm and kind, or just plain destructive. You&lt;br&gt;have many friends, and even if it doesn't seem&lt;br&gt;like it, others really admire you. Just try to&lt;br&gt;control that temper once in a while, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekobaby89/quizzes/What%20Element%20are%20you%3F(An%20often%20used%20quiz%20%3AP%20)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Element are you?(An often used quiz :P )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110407323069646136?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110407323069646136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110407323069646136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110407323069646136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110407323069646136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-like-somethings-not-right.html' title='I feel like something&apos;s not right...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110407134071500499</id><published>2004-12-26T20:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:29:00.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My room is upside down...</title><content type='html'>Ah. My cousins from Seremban have sucessfully turned my room upside down. I dared not sleep in it the night before, and I'm not going to tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that they are staying in my house, but the playstation is in my room. When they come, everyone just rushes to my room and start jumping around, switching on the playstation and everything just goes out of place. Stuff I kept in the drawers end up scattered all over the floor. Items that do not go in my room appears to be in my room. My table cannot be seen anymore, and my bookshelf... well, lets just say you won't find any books there at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be grateful, I should say, since there was a large earthquake that hit Asia, which affected Sri Lanka terribly, and brought rise to tsunamis, that swallowed about thirty people to death. One of the largest earthquakes in forty years, and it is terribly devastating. If you have the chance, you should watch the report on BBC, they have the latest pictures and recordings as well as statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to comment on those. I've had a hectic weekend, having to follow mum here and there and entertaining my cousins and aunt/uncle. Elysha, the youngest cousin I have, is so adorable! Though she doesn't say much to me, she always smiles and plays mini games with me, especially at the dinner table. She was eating noodles when she kept saying 'fish', and when I said 'no, noodles', she would reply, 'no, FISH!' I'm gonna miss her, she and her family are going back tomorrow TT____TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110407134071500499?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110407134071500499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110407134071500499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110407134071500499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110407134071500499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-room-is-upside-down.html' title='My room is upside down...'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110407716909304587</id><published>2004-12-25T23:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:06:09.093+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me-Ri Ku-Ri-Su-Ma-Ssu~</title><content type='html'>Hee! After wishing so many people through sms and MSN a merry christmas, I forgot to put a greeting on the blog too! XD So, eheh... Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually done a small but lousy CG for the occassion, but it's not completed yet. I'll post it up once it is, but don't expect it to be amazing or anything XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, signing off now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614388-110407716909304587?l=miaka-chan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/feeds/110407716909304587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614388&amp;postID=110407716909304587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110407716909304587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614388/posts/default/110407716909304587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaka-chan.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-ri-ku-ri-su-ma-ssu.html' title='Me-Ri Ku-Ri-Su-Ma-Ssu~'/><author><name>Miaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04635594679978293926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/Miaka-chan/newavie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614388.post-110385962780462840</id><published>2004-12-24T09:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T10:40:27.803+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE QUESTIONNAIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 words to describe urseLf:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; weird&lt;br /&gt;&gt; chocolate-addict (started back somewhat when Usu Ena offered chocolates last night XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 things you always say to your loved one/ crush/ significant other:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; That is for us to know&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And for you not to find out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. name of your DOG/S:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pikachu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what's your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1-300-88-2525 (Pizza Hut Special Delivery~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what was the first thing you did after waking up?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. last number of your cellphone number?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the first person that came to your mind as you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Myself, as I was thinking about breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.who was the last person that made you happy..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what song is on your mind riGht n0w?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Avril Lavigne - Nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. what was the last thing you wrote on paper?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The PS2 is mine after 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who do you want to call you on your cellphone riGht n0w?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1-300-88-2525 (Pizza Hut Special Delivery~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lunch ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do u like the coLor Green?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sort of. A bit. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. last song that you sang [as in buo]?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; what's BUO? Avril Lavigne's Nobody's Home. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. do you like to sing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; best in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. have you ever been to b0racay?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nay. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. favorite song:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Too many to list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Why did you answer dis Trippin&lt;br /&gt;question?? --&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Heard of fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Wer u at?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last person you e-mailed:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Shinnoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. how often you WorkOut?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If I can I'd like to do that everyday. Now I don't exactly do such a thing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Whats your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; favourite... err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. what was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What timing. Ocean's twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Describe Urself.. -&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Already did, question 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What do u lyk in a guy/gal ???&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Loyal, understanding, and doesn't like to complain so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Name the person that you want to fall for you at this exact moment:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; XXX (This information is useless to anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO QUESTIONNAIRES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 0NE: 0N THE 0UTSIDE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;br /&gt;* If you know me you'd know. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Birth date: &lt;br /&gt; * 040687&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Birth pLace: &lt;br /&gt; * In a clinic... I think&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Current L0cati0n: &lt;br /&gt; * mah house&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hair C0L0r: &lt;br /&gt; * currently dyed brown&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Righty 0r Lefty: &lt;br /&gt; * more of a righty than a lefty&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER TW0: 0N THE INSIDE &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Y0ur weakness: &lt;br /&gt; * Won't tell, it'll be used to some people's advantages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y0ur fears: &lt;br /&gt; * Losing the people I love and care about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y0ur perfect pizza: &lt;br /&gt; * The pizza base sauce, with LOTS OF CHEESE. Different types or the same types, doesn't matter. So long there's A LOT OF CHEESE. (If you expected chocolate, I'm not touching that pizza, I'm not THAT mad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G0aL y0u'd Like t0 achieve: &lt;br /&gt; * Straight A's for STPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, T0DAY, T0M0RR0W &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y0ur m0st 0verused phrase: &lt;br /&gt; * ... ookay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y0ur best physicaL feature: &lt;br /&gt; * Go ask someone else, or ask yourself when you see me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Y0ur bedtime: &lt;br /&gt; * when I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y0ur m0st missed mem0ry: &lt;br /&gt; * the ones I forgot I guess. Then again, I can't exactly miss a memory if I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER F0UR: Y0UR PICK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi 0r C0ke: &lt;br /&gt; * Pepsi. But I prefer the light versions. Sweetness is just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McD0naLd's 0r Burger KiNgs: &lt;br /&gt; * I like both, but being in Kuching, I only have McD's. Both rules equally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SingLe 0r gr0up dates: &lt;br /&gt; * just what do you mean by dates? I like to eat a few dates, not only one. Not nice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AdiDaS 0r Nike: &lt;br /&gt; * brand names as such does not matter to me. But if you are talking quality, I prefer Nike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipt0n Ice Tea 0r Nestea: &lt;br /&gt; * Erkh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch0c0Late 0r vaniLLa: &lt;br /&gt; * CHOCOLATE PWNS J00 all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ice-Cream 0r c0ffee: &lt;br /&gt; * ICE CREAM! But I like coffee too!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: D0 Y0U? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sm0ke: &lt;br /&gt; * NOPE. And NEVER WILL. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Curse: &lt;br /&gt; * Definitely. Although it is better known as cussing (go look in the dictionary XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SingLe: &lt;br /&gt; * What's it to you if I am or am not? ;) (Then again, what kind of a question is "DO YOU Single?")&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take a sh0wer: &lt;br /&gt; * I won't have a life if I don't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have a crush(es): &lt;br /&gt; * Please. I'm human. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Think y0u've been in L0vE: &lt;br /&gt; * ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want t0 get married:&lt;br /&gt; * Of course, but not at the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bELieve in y0urseLf: &lt;br /&gt; * I must, or I would have jumped out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get m0ti0n sickness: &lt;br /&gt; * Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think y0u're attractive: &lt;br /&gt; * Attractive in what sense? I want to develop that friendly aura ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think y0u're a heaLth freak: &lt;br /&gt; * Yup, since I remember quite a lot of nutritional facts and knowhows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get aL0ng with y0ur parents: &lt;br /&gt; * If I didn't I won't be staying in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderst0rms: &lt;br /&gt; * Sometimes they are really pretty~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST M0NTH &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drank aLc0h0L: &lt;br /&gt; * ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G0ne 0n a date: &lt;br /&gt; * I would love to darling ^_^&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Reason y not: &lt;br /&gt; * ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G0ne t0 the maLL: &lt;br /&gt; * DEFINITELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been 0n stage: &lt;br /&gt; * DEFINITELY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eaten an entire b0x 0f 0re0s: &lt;br /&gt; * A whole row of it, yes. Box-yet to see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: &lt;br /&gt; * nope. I can't eat rice. Sashimi yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: &lt;br /&gt; * err.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G0ne skating: &lt;br /&gt; * DEFINITELY, but now sudah rusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skinny dipping:&lt;br /&gt; * NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St0Len anything: &lt;br /&gt; * my own cookies which my sister stacked for herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE Y0U EVER &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PLayed a game that required rem0vaL 0f cL0thing: &lt;br /&gt; * No..t yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed 0r extremeLy int0xicated: &lt;br /&gt; * in love, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been caught "d0ing s0mething": &lt;br /&gt; * Depends what that something is?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Been caLLed a tease: &lt;br /&gt; * Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G0tten beaten up: &lt;br /&gt; * Not yet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING 0LDER &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Age y0u h0pe t0 be married: &lt;br /&gt; * 27-32 like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 0f ChiLdren: &lt;br /&gt; * Must listen to husband&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe y0ur dream: &lt;br /&gt; * normally inspiring, motivating or reminds me to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H0w d0 y0u want t0 die: &lt;br /&gt; * Peacefully, and I must have done at least one good deed for everyone that I care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What d0 y0
