<?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-1319845843418434688</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:30:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Rhyme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-1886263460492856045</id><published>2009-10-02T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:26:09.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid none; border-color: rgb(255, 51, 0) rgb(255, 51, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 0px; padding: 3px; width: 310px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="259" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQd9Im9xvX4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQd9Im9xvX4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="259" width="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=670107&amp;amp;fontcolor=6633cc&amp;amp;bordercolor=ff3300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="181" width="318"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-1886263460492856045?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1886263460492856045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-lyrics-man-who-cant-be-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/1886263460492856045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/1886263460492856045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-lyrics-man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-7982536934861592772</id><published>2009-08-02T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:45:53.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for CIP today and fell in love :DD&lt;br /&gt;With a really handsome dog that's as tall as my waist :3&lt;br /&gt;The CIP is for service learning, and we went all the way out to ulu ulu Pasir Ris Farmway 3 to get there. The place is known as Pets Villa, and the dogs there are adorably gigantic, most being around waist-height? Or maybe its because I'm short &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get there, (thankfully Alyssa's dad gave a lift,) one has to get off at a place called Whitewater after taking bus 88 from Ang Mo Kio Ave 3 - ang Mo Kio Station, which I think refers to the interchange? Then, walk in through Pasir Ris Industrial Drive 1, past Mutts and Mittens (Whose rude call-girl rejected us by saying that "we're short on manpower...We're not accepting new volunteers now." And so they're missing out on all the money we're gonna raise for Pets Villa :P) and through Pasir Ris Farmway 2, until you reach the end. Turn around the corner and walk somemore, until you see a little yellow building (before the fish farm) and there you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the dog. Omg. So handsome. He looked like a wolf :O I'd upload photos, but I'm lazy right now. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets Villa is a non-profit organisation, and there, none of the dogs are put to sleep, which is why they have to constantly rely on funds to feed and take care of all the poor abandoned doggies. Even the rice used is in demand. Seeing all the poor pets there, I'd like to appeal to people who read my blog (very little people at that) to help with donations. I mean, seriously. There are teeny puppies there. Cute, adorable, and unwanted. Wouldn't you help to feed them? -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something from the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As each week goes by, we realise that we are running lower on rice. Never before has each grain mattered so much. We use an average of 6kg of rice a day. This would sum up to 42kg a week. Previously, donations for rice used to pour in. Sadly, after the recent rises in the price of rice, many are finding it hard to donate as much as before. However, we still need to keep the dogs at Pets Villa alive. Therefore, we are appealing for help to help us feed the 250 dogs we house. Any amount and any brand of rice would help as we cook on a daily basis and we use whatever we have left. Not a single grain is ever wasted as any balance after a day of feeding is always offered to the several strays that come by for food in the area. Each time you enjoy a meal of rice, please remember the dogs at Pets Villa who enjoy very grain they receive. If you can help us with this in any way, please call Christine @ 97937162."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're in touch with Christine, and we've already offered to help with fund-raising. Therefore, get something? Feed the handsome fellow I'm now in love with :3 And I'll show you just how cute he is :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-7982536934861592772?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7982536934861592772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-for-cip-today-and-fell-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7982536934861592772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7982536934861592772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-for-cip-today-and-fell-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-343998326938819676</id><published>2009-08-01T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:52:27.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SnQ2Fi6D1eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c1X7S8bN624/s1600-h/01-08-09_1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SnQ1qITT7cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rUxcqzc6yS8/s320/01-08-09_1427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364972054004362690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SnQ1pi02y6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SWlgphvZ9Po/s1600-h/01-08-09_1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SnQ1pi02y6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SWlgphvZ9Po/s320/01-08-09_1438.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364972043944512418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SnQ1pcvOvkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6AtijXYKTiA/s1600-h/01-08-09_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SnQ1pcvOvkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6AtijXYKTiA/s320/01-08-09_1435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364972042310303298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its my parent's anniversary tomorrow, so Sister dearest and I went and brought them out to Tampines 1 to eat~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically, since we're all utterly new at this (We only found out the anniversary date this year..), our whole family wandered aimlessly around the place till we saw this Chinese restaurant with a really long queue :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, we were like, okay, lets try this! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The place, according to the &lt;a href="http://www.tampines1.com.sg/main/store_directory"&gt;Tampines 1 website&lt;/a&gt;, is called Imperial Treasure Nan Bei restaurant. The queue was... moving slowly. We were told to wait for... 15mins? But I think it took longer. Hmph. Slow-eating people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The place was nice inside though~ The side booths had mirrors and the place was a really nice brown-beige combination.. I brushed off crumbs from the leather seat though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we ordered (read: flipped through the menu for familiar things), but the person returned 2minutes later and went (in Chinese): Sorry, the &lt;i&gt;har gao &lt;/i&gt;and the &lt;i&gt;siew mai &lt;/i&gt;are sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Erm.. Okays... Maybe its because it was lunch time? I think we ate around 2pm O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later, the person asked what drinks we wanted. We blinked. And flipped through the menu 3times. There wasn't anything about drinks. And so, the person went off and took &lt;i&gt;another &lt;/i&gt;menu, this time with drinks, and handed it to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Therefore, mommy and daddy dearest ordered pu er, and my sis wanted cold soya bean milk. The person left before she, the silly person, could say what she wanted. -.-" But later on she returned, and my sis got her drink :D Which wasn't really cold, but nice and thick~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food is niceee. But the &lt;i&gt;xiao long baos &lt;/i&gt;were.. Dryish. And the mayo! I think they had it squeezed ready, which was why it was hard and the fried prawn thingy I ate couldn't be dipped into it T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm. The noodles were awesome, cause they were springy, surprisingly, cause my sis and I were expecting normal fried noodles :D Speaking of springy, the prawns are awfully nice and fresh. Go for the prawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dessert, the cream puff-looking thingy with icing sugar on the top was really unusual. The dough was springy :3 And the filling was red bean! With banana, I think. Despite how weird it sounds, its nice. But unhealthy T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okays. Enough of this. It sounds like a food review :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cost: About $56? Sis and I split~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND WE WENT TO FROLICKS LATER. SUPER NICE. ORIGINAL IS WAAAAYYY AWESOME, EVEN MORE SO THAN PEACH. ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-343998326938819676?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/343998326938819676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-my-parents-anniversary-tomorrow-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/343998326938819676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/343998326938819676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-my-parents-anniversary-tomorrow-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SnQ2Fi6D1eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c1X7S8bN624/s72-c/01-08-09_1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-6469540065079695681</id><published>2009-07-26T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:56:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SmvS5eMmQZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kaM8PL8XatM/s1600-h/24-07-09_1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362611666114986386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SmvS5eMmQZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kaM8PL8XatM/s320/24-07-09_1847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yay. Can finally post my picture :DD I blame bloody Singnet. Turns out that others also have this bloody problem. WHY DID MY FAMILY SUBSCRIBE TO SINGNET?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Much thanks goes to: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/sporecowboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/solution-for-singnet-problem-on.html"&gt;sporecowboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/solution-for-singnet-problem-on.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyways&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HERE'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CLASS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;TEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;(And yes, that's my fat body showing off the wonderful shirt. Please ignore it. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-6469540065079695681?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6469540065079695681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6469540065079695681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6469540065079695681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SmvS5eMmQZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kaM8PL8XatM/s72-c/24-07-09_1847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-4621302855242204703</id><published>2009-07-26T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:34:06.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Why the freak can I only post text????&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why my blog is dead. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-4621302855242204703?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4621302855242204703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4621302855242204703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4621302855242204703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-2192712090727904519</id><published>2009-06-13T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:01:25.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SjOv-cBZ4PI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xaxmdoFh3D4/s1600-h/13-06-09_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346810669827743986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SjOv-cBZ4PI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xaxmdoFh3D4/s320/13-06-09_2007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okays. ENOUGH JEWELLERY! I'm drowing in glittery stuff~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SjOuNaN4t2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wNzQhAbMZ_M/s1600-h/13-06-09_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SjOuNCiTaHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3Rp2-TSONxQ/s1600-h/13-06-09_1953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346808721661192306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SjOuNCiTaHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3Rp2-TSONxQ/s320/13-06-09_1953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How best to say this. Mandi has been girlified -.-" People of the world (or at least of Singapore), be horrified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blame this on Sharlene the Second and Sharlene the Third. AKA HUILIN AND KAIJUN (Alyssa and Melissa shared too. But I'm sure that their colour taste isn't &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;bad. ^^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joking lah~ Anyways, in conclusion, and to make the both of them happy, I now sport... Gasp... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink and purple fingernails. Try to catch an elusive glimpse of them, cause come Monday morning, my nails will look remotely normal again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how my nails left to right look now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-2192712090727904519?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2192712090727904519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/okays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/2192712090727904519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/2192712090727904519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/okays.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SjOv-cBZ4PI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xaxmdoFh3D4/s72-c/13-06-09_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-9070405278322369264</id><published>2009-05-28T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:55:10.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm lazy today, so I'm only going to write 2-3 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May27th and May28th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;were one of the freaking worst days of my Sec3 year.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that most people forgot my birthday was no help to my off-white mood either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, screw life and rational thinking. I refuse to be 15 yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-9070405278322369264?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9070405278322369264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/9070405278322369264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/9070405278322369264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-6692790885661019420</id><published>2009-05-12T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:01:01.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Arrgh. Wonderful news people. I can hear air whistling in and out of my lungs. ITS BEEN 3 BLOODY WEEKS. WHY IS MY LUNG STILL MESSED UP?!&lt;br /&gt;T_T I'm working on MSND right now, and am rather bored. Thus, I shall deign to talk crap online.&lt;br /&gt;Pooh. Lungs feel funny. Morning jog tomorrow T_T I think I'll fail NAPFA this year.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been... boring. I nearly fell asleep during English, Chinese, Maths, then woke up during recess. Oh right. Huilin!! If you read this, remind me to stay faaar away from citrus drinks and stuff, couple of weeks ago, the doctor told me that, then I was stupid and forgot, which is why on the day of the camp, I woke up at 4am and discovered I couldn't breathe -.-&lt;br /&gt;Shall bring my orange coloured drugs to school tomorrow. More importantly, shall remember to take them to recess -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this week, we have Biology test on four(?) topics, Additional Mathematics test on Plane Geometry, Chinese presentation on the moral values and bad connotations carried by mass media through the introduction of inter-school 'idol competitions', Social studies graded assignment, and apparently an English Literature test on Midsummer's Night Dream? And oh joy. Three of those fall on Thursday, and the other two fall on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Okays. -runs off- Lysander and Hermia are calling.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Act One Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How chance the roses there do fade so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belike for want of rain, which I could well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ay me! For aught that I could ever read,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could ever hear by tale or history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The course of true love never did run smooth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But either it was different in blood --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-6692790885661019420?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6692790885661019420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6692790885661019420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6692790885661019420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrgh.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-8750148265589022505</id><published>2009-05-08T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:55:40.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;HEY BABES. I'M BAAACK FROM CAMP HIGH ACHIEVERS! WHOOT~&lt;br /&gt;Camp was nice~ I almost didn't want to go back home cause it felt kinda short.. Its like we just got to know our instructors better, and we were getting ENTHU for once~ *waves hands around*&lt;br /&gt;Introducing our class cheer! Go ThreeHope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Its hot in here.&lt;br /&gt;There must be some Hope in the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;We say&lt;br /&gt;ICE ICE BABY.&lt;br /&gt;ICE ICE BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Its hot in here.&lt;br /&gt;There must be a reason for this temperature.&lt;br /&gt;We say&lt;br /&gt;ICE ICE BABY.&lt;br /&gt;ICE ICE BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H!&lt;br /&gt;H-O, HO&lt;br /&gt;H-O-P, HOP&lt;br /&gt;H-O-P-E,&lt;br /&gt;HOPE. HOPE. HOPE HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;THREE HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one: We met our instructors, and got a group name~ LETS HEAR IT FOR TOKYO!&lt;br /&gt;We did Activity: Navy Seals, where we had to create giant 'Lollipops' with a long wooden stick, a hula-hoop, and newspaper, and also a raft using four sticks of wood. Okays, so we were one of the first groups to get 'bombed' down, but still! Water bombs are funn. We didn't learn much from this though, just that there's this certain kind of weed with long burr-like seeds which persistently stick to your pants if you walk through them, so remember to strip off your pants and put on your shorts~ If not, you'll end up like us. Cactuses. Especially Wong. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Then SuzieLim gave us this talk, and it was about leadership and our weaknesses and stuff. There was a story about a horse falling down a well too :3&lt;br /&gt;Then we started on our campfire performance preparations. Err. One of our songs went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were selfish fools who never understood,&lt;br /&gt;never looked inside ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;but on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;We looked good!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to High Achievers,&lt;br /&gt;And became the women/babes we are today,&lt;br /&gt;StNicks we're in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say!&lt;br /&gt;Without Hope~&lt;br /&gt;Life is like the seasons without summer~&lt;br /&gt;Without Hope~&lt;br /&gt;Life is rock and roll without the drummer~&lt;br /&gt;StNicks I'll be here forever,&lt;br /&gt;so we never want to be,&lt;br /&gt;without HO-O-OH-OOOPE (hold for 8seconds and go really high and out of pitch)&lt;br /&gt;StNicks never set me free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two:&lt;br /&gt;I walked on a log! With a harness of course :DD I was super scared at first, especially when i looked at how high I was and how narrow looking the log was. Hehs. But after the first few steps, it was okay. Megan made me laugh, especially when she shouted "Think of AdamLambert!" when I was in the middle. It made me smile~ And suddenly, I didn't mind the fact that I was balancing in mid-air with only a harness and a 57kg instructor to anchor me :DD&lt;br /&gt;Then came the two-storey high rock wall! And OMG Mackie climbed all the way to the top using only the green side! Only 3peeps from my class reached the top though. A big congrats goes to AngelineOh, AmandaChai, and MackenzieSchoon! You gals are Pro. Our instructor was really quite pitiful though. He really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulled &lt;/span&gt;hard, and after around five people from my group tried our the rock wall, he looked like he was dying. The harness really pulls on one's middle, and imagine, he's only 50+kg! Kinda anorexic sounding. Lol. Actually, he's rather tall, but he's skinny, so he actually seems small compared to the other instructors~&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after Angeline reached the top, he was dying, so we were like "OhMyGod. He very poor thing leh. I don't think I wanna try anymore. Later kill him or something." And so, we stayed on solid ground. After that he was like "Slimming treatment." and "Lose 20cm off waist already." So, from this I can conclude, he really very 可怜. Too skinny le.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went off to makan. I can't say much about camp food, except that the vegetables are quite bad. There was a cabbage-looking thing which was reeeally bitter. My tongue nearly shriveled up and died.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went off for Group Challenges! The hand entanglement game was awfully sweaty and hot, cause it was like eighteen girls huddled in a group with interlocking hands. The poor people caught in the middle were suffocating and being choked by the huge mass of bodies.&lt;br /&gt;When we split up into two groups and Angeline led us in the untangling of hands, it was a lot better. And I'm super proud, cause we managed it!&lt;br /&gt;Next, we tried standing on a poncho and flipping it over while still on it. Rather sad though, we didn't manage it, and our instructor had to cut us short cause we took an enormous amount of time~&lt;br /&gt;Finally, CAMPFIRE. We got high after our performance (or at least I did), and it was fun. All the classes had something different. And OMG Audrey. Dancing to the Barbie Girl song. Super gay ♥ I rofled so hard.&lt;br /&gt;The instructors DANCED. To the 'Sakura' song! So funny~ Got one instructor damned cool. Did partial handstand :3 But kinda sad, I was sitting at the back with Butwong and Tootkia, so cannot see fire. Can only see people's heads and plenty of flying insects T_T That's why we stood up halfway and remained standing. It was cooler like that anyways, more ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Not much left to write. We did "Truth or Dare" in the bus~ MsLee choose dare. Guess what we made her do? -evil grin- POLE DANCE! -Waves hands in the air- Shall not elaborate though. It would be mean, cause she's our teacher, and she might kill moi for this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Wait. There's one more cheer left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Done by: STUPID TOOTKIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In honor of: WongJiaJia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;They call you JiaJia,&lt;br /&gt;Mandi calls you Wong.&lt;br /&gt;But your name is....&lt;br /&gt;BUTWONG! Say it!&lt;br /&gt;BUTWONG! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;BUTWONG!&lt;br /&gt;(Some other nonsensical stuff that I can't remember)&lt;br /&gt;Gooooo..... BUTWONGG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-8750148265589022505?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8750148265589022505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-babes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/8750148265589022505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/8750148265589022505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-babes.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-4184906663701467848</id><published>2009-05-08T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:25:29.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgRLdzLEQTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VPZoAwdknSI/s1600-h/02-05-09_1801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgRLdzLEQTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VPZoAwdknSI/s320/02-05-09_1801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333470834038423858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Look! Wristbands~ The cookies were like, Yummm. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgRLdpbvWlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lDViNPc0N3c/s1600-h/02-05-09_1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgRLdpbvWlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lDViNPc0N3c/s320/02-05-09_1800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333470831424002642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4iynMvxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7evcTT8s-Us/s1600-h/02-05-09_1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4iynMvxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7evcTT8s-Us/s320/02-05-09_1556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333450029066403602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4iz6yh4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/uFM8SCXAC0Y/s1600-h/02-05-09_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4iz6yh4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/uFM8SCXAC0Y/s320/02-05-09_1555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333450029417006978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HUILIN AND MELISSA. We had to carry the whole load of cartons all the way down the hill, across a pavement and a road, and up a hill again. Actually, the guy who bought them pushed the things down, but he was sooo slow and we pushed it up the hill for him. And we were faster :3 This is us waiting for the guy to come out with his car, ON THE ROAD, with shiny cars whizzing past a hairs-breadth from our faces~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4inHsFeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xv21gTWZ0U8/s1600-h/02-05-09_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4inHsFeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xv21gTWZ0U8/s320/02-05-09_1538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333450025981449698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can you believe? Just one whole carton of drinks for.. Err.. Sorry ah, my memory kinda bad. I think it went for $3? It was all for charity anyways~ Guess who had to carry all the cartons here and there?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4iSJxixI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EZO05SF_yDw/s1600-h/02-05-09_1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4iSJxixI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EZO05SF_yDw/s320/02-05-09_1323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333450020353051410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; There was B&amp;amp;J's there!!! Lol. Erm. I think just that small cup was $3.50? ^^ THANKS HUILIN FOR TREATING ME AND MELISSA TO YOUR CUPONS *bows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4iQ9jKeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/olUQp7qBDtQ/s1600-h/02-05-09_1309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgQ4iQ9jKeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/olUQp7qBDtQ/s320/02-05-09_1309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333450020033341922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here is the sign!!! *waves hands around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello babes~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its been a really long week. So, I'll post a bit about CIP first. (Mainly cause HuiLin wants the piccys :3)&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring. We sold chocolates, sweets and drinks last Saturday, after my and Melissa's tuition. Things were going really cheap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-4184906663701467848?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4184906663701467848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-wristbands-cookies-were-like-yummm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4184906663701467848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4184906663701467848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-wristbands-cookies-were-like-yummm.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SgRLdzLEQTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VPZoAwdknSI/s72-c/02-05-09_1801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-4953669763952277584</id><published>2009-04-30T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:41:50.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyways. I'm going to be a whiny spoilt brat today and complain some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on my way home from school, I was standing in the bus (which really seemed like a sardine can,) and I realised something. All those people standing in the bus and allowing others to sit as well as actively moving in so that more people can board the bus are all school-going pupils like us. Meanwhile, the old people, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AKA &lt;/span&gt;adults, are just blatantly standing there in the middle of the narrow passageway, just because they want to hold on to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, none of them bothered to consider the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trifling &lt;/span&gt;fact that the schoolchildren with 4 to 8kg bags might be... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly inconvenienced&lt;/span&gt;? After all, I'm sure most people who have to take public transport home will agree that it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;rather difficult to hold on to a swinging handgrip in a jerking bus, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while &lt;/span&gt;being weighed down by a fat bag, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while &lt;/span&gt;trying to push past people who choose to just lump themselves in the narrow passageway with their posteriors sticking out, who are pretending not to notice the people around them, just because its more inconvenient to hold on to nothing, or just a swaying handrail, compared to the florescent orange pole they're clutching in their grubby paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Courtesy Campaign&lt;/span&gt; was a campaign launched in June 1979 by Singapore's Ministry of Culture as a means of encouraging Singaporeans to be more kind and considerate to each other, so as to create a pleasant social environment. It was to be an annual effort by the government to encourage the people to adopt a more courteous attitude and lifestyle. It was seen as a means of ensuring a smooth transition to a new Singapore which would be densely populated, where people lived and worked in high rise towns, offices and factories, while traveling in crowded buses and lifts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, how often have you seen others, especially working adults, give up their seats to others on the bus or the MRT? Singaporeans really have to think of others more often.&lt;br /&gt;(Okays. I'm gonna be really idiotic now so be prepared and don't roll your eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, people like that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such &lt;/span&gt;good examples of courtesy that I feel that myself, as well as others, should learn from their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;morally upstanding&lt;/span&gt; example, no? Emulating their example, here's what we should do when we grow up. This is what one ought to do as a tribute to their fine example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Tap my card five seconds after I get on the bus. Never mind the person standing there. Just push roughly past his or her shoulder. After all, my card is more important. Also, there's no need to say "Excuse me." After all, the person standing there isn't important. -looks through him/her-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Sit on one seat, with whatever plastic bags or my schoolbag slung over the other seat. My stuff is waaay more important than someone else! Where else can I put my vegetables or my bag of groceries? You can't expect me to put it on my lap of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Sit on the outer seat with my legs firmly poking out and affixed in that position. After all, there's nobody I know in this bus, so nobody's going to sit there anyway. *Ignores the person holding a large bunch of books, plastic bags, ect, who is doing her best to cling onto a shaky handgrip while swaying precariously every time the bus brakes.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever this offends, think about why this might offend you. Then, look at yourself and others the next time you ride public transport and try to prove that what I've just exaggerated does not happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-4953669763952277584?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4953669763952277584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyways_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4953669763952277584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4953669763952277584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyways_30.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-3039954220596990369</id><published>2009-04-30T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:47:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was house meeting-and-selecting-of-people-to-fill-posts day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was rather upsetting though. My house. The whole blue house raised their hands in favor of one person. It was an unanimous vote. The blue house captain was supposed to be WanYing. But in the end. It wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;It took one voice just to remove her from the position of blue House Captain, and that voice was that of MsSusanLim. The thing is, she didn't even tell the whole house. She told the teachers, and that was that. We had to nominate someone else to be our captain. It was super sad. You could hear the incredulous "Why?"s and the sudden change in mood. Barely anyone raised their hands to vote for the other candidates. To be frank, I don't even remember who was elected in her place. The only thing I re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;member was the upset mutters of dissent echoing all around, and MsSusanLim calling WanYing and the other girl out in a scary voice. At that moment, any cheerful and upbeat mood we had was virtually dissipated.&lt;br /&gt;Why? WanYing seems nice. She's an obvious candidate and literally everyone was in favor of her. So, why? Why exactly wasn't she allowed to be our House Captain? We all want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets hope for a better House meeting next time. ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On a happier note, AmandaFaithHuang was nominated for, and as of now is (one of the two)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;BLUE HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; VICE-CAPTAIN! -waves hands in the air- Also, I've been told that CarolynChanChingChing is also now the vice-captain of.. erm.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;YELLOW HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;? Lol &gt;&lt;. *bows to Clara* I was rather distracted during Infocomm. Hehs. ANYWAYS. -Waves hands in the air again and again-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I heard that Carolyn didn't even need to be there -.-" everyone just did a unanimous vote and that was that~ This shows the greatness of my class people &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To whoever it may concern or is concerned about: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CORRECT MY SPELLING ERRORS PEEPS!&lt;/span&gt; Especially the names and goddamnit what's the other girl's name? I'm sorry &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-3039954220596990369?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3039954220596990369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-house-meeting-and-selecting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3039954220596990369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3039954220596990369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-house-meeting-and-selecting.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-6201609967075898598</id><published>2009-04-29T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:59:00.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Today's Topic: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Heart Dissection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Fascinating, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/Sfg7xNVUQLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xZpyBvPvoko/s1600-h/29-04-09_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/Sfg7xNVUQLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xZpyBvPvoko/s320/29-04-09_1038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330075875571679410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here's Chai, cutting up the poor pig's heart like a deranged murderer :D My friend says that it looks kinda like how people eat chicken rice... Yeah. We were at the Chicken rice queue then ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and she was rather hungry... I suppose? Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/Sfg7xBQrpkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sc3ILEh3su8/s1600-h/29-04-09_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/Sfg7xBQrpkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sc3ILEh3su8/s320/29-04-09_1037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330075872331015746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;See!! Even sweet innocent looking Megan is poking away at the piggy's heart.. Tsktsk. Anyways, I was actually the one wh&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o cut the heart in half &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cause everyone else at the table were like OmgSoDisgusting and like EewIdon'tWannaTouch... So yeahs. I decided to just cut. Lols. I feel really guilty about the piggy though. Its like the oinky was once &lt;s&gt;moving&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; waddling around happily, then someone killed it and its heart was butchered out and &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;bought by the school for us to cut up, poke fingers in and all sorts of funky stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hate blood. So, I was rather thankful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;actually that there wasn't much blood... Hehs. Phobia of blood, needles and really high places. I'm kinda hopeless eh? ^^ Coupled with that is my asthma and varied allergies :O How ever have I managed to survive till now?! ROFL. Furthermore, Camp is coming up: High elements. Then NAPFA is coming up: 6 rounds, Standing Broad Jump (A thing of evil!!!) and shuttle run. And today, DISSECTION of a pigs heart, which pumps blood. See a pattern? Next thing you know, we'll have to go for flu jabs in the wake of the recent swine flu outbreaks. -shudders-&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'm being really lazy here. I haven't studied for tomorrow's Mathematics test, but I'm playing on the computer and blogging. Oh the guilt. X_x Shall do while playing :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-6201609967075898598?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6201609967075898598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-topic-heart-dissection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6201609967075898598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6201609967075898598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-topic-heart-dissection.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/Sfg7xNVUQLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xZpyBvPvoko/s72-c/29-04-09_1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-901958663960263991</id><published>2009-04-21T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:07:45.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE CONES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SfRN4hkqk_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/fpPN1t7Fdwg/s1600-h/21-04-09_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SfRN4hkqk_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/fpPN1t7Fdwg/s320/21-04-09_1541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328969892566307826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SfRN4r270sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ezG3J4fUgDI/s1600-h/21-04-09_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SfRN4r270sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ezG3J4fUgDI/s320/21-04-09_1540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328969895327290050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oooooh. I forgot just now.&lt;br /&gt;I WENT FOR FREE BEN AND JERRY CONES TODAY WITH HUILIN, KAIJUN AND ELYSIA!!&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh. The fudge cone is the love ♥♥♥. So damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;FOUNDERS OF BEN AND JERRY. YOU ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;So, in their honor, here are some tidbits to tide away the time until you get your next Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's cone (Paid for, of course). PS. All of this is from the Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's website. I own none of this but the mild sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's ice-cream store was opened by two guys, called, (cue the duhs,) Ben and Jerry! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;The very first outlet was opened in a renovated gas station in Vermont. Vermont is located in the north-east of USA. Go check wikipedia for the map.&lt;br /&gt;Since TODAY was its anniversary, it was free cones day! ^_^ It was celebrated nationwide in USA, but is probably celebrated worldwide right now. (Cue squeals of delight)&lt;br /&gt;Aww.... In 1982, the old gas station outlet was demolished for a parking lot of all things T_T, and Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's moved to Burlington.&lt;br /&gt;Its ice-cream was used to build "The world's biggest sundae", weighing in at 27,102 pounds, or roughly 12,293kg. Woah. I want that sundae. Gimmie. *Rushes over with a &lt;s&gt;spoon&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Häagen-Daz tried to limit distribution of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's in Boston once in 1984. With good reason too. I'd rather B&amp;amp;J than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Häagen-Dazs, cause HD's flavors are a little.. Old school? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;IN 1985, THE SUPER FUDGE CHUNKS WERE INVENTED. They are awesome btw. Kinda chewy and chocolatey. Really awesome in the ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;There's a B&amp;amp;J foundation. 7.5% of profits before tax is donated to it! So you can have a good conscience while fattening yourself up for the kill, aka, NAPFA. Furthermore, B&amp;amp;J's sales exceed 9million annually, so 7.5% is... $675,000 a year to its foundation :O&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Shall cut off here. Go to http://www.benjerry.com/company/history/ to read up more hmm? Its really cool and you can 'flip' the pages of the virtual book with your mouse~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;crème&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;glacée&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-901958663960263991?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/901958663960263991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-cones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/901958663960263991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/901958663960263991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-cones.html' title='FREE CONES.'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SfRN4hkqk_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/fpPN1t7Fdwg/s72-c/21-04-09_1541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-6429856185191063246</id><published>2009-04-21T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:37:17.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried. Frazzled. Freaked out. Effed up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Argghh. I'm Back. And my brain is fried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I look at my Social Studies homework and go 'huh'. Its like everything is flowing out of my brain :O&lt;br /&gt;Then there's CHEM. One of my worst subjects, sadly, and one of the upcoming tests that I still have not hit the books for.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I'm still sick, but my brain is sorta fuzzy, and I really just want to fall asleep and take MC until Thursday. However, If I do that, I'll be as good as dead, hmm? What with logarithms, and surds (Wtf is a surd?!?) in AMath clouding up my thought processes and making them blunt, fuzzy and bewildered, I have a very frank desire to just throw everything aside and go to sleep. But since I can't do that, seeing that one has to get 'good' results to 'survive' in our harsh, cruel and merciless world, it time to put my dead nose (flu) to the grindstone and try not to cough too much as dust flies off (Reeeally bad cough. When I cough, my lungs hurt like shit.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anyone at all who can help me with yue du ji chen, I will love you for life. Chinese hurts my brain right about now. Please? I promise that I'll read the whole Chinese reader's digest later. But just this week, I wanna jump onto the old, faded green sofa, reach for the still-new television remote control with colorful buttons, and spend my day doing nothing but peaceful, relaxing, brain-dead stuff, which won't overtax my frazzled neurons anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. I just can't do any of those. Cause Chemistry test is this Friday and I haven't started. Cause the test covers four topics. Cause I have to do my Chinese yue du ji chen. Cause I have to finish my social studies homework. Cause I really don't want to fail anymore subjects this term, even if that's impossible for me. Arggh.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MORE THAN 5-6 HOURS OF SLEEP THESE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-6429856185191063246?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6429856185191063246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/fried-frazzled-freaked-out-effed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6429856185191063246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6429856185191063246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/fried-frazzled-freaked-out-effed-up.html' title='Fried. Frazzled. Freaked out. Effed up.'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-7608371178758772297</id><published>2008-12-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:00:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okays... I;m seriously lazy. This is my first post in what? Two months? Hahas &gt;&lt;. Anyways... Something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO EOY ANIME FEST AT EXPO!! Well.. It was actually on Saturday.. But yeah.. Nevermind that. xD. Well, I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tons &lt;/span&gt;of cosplayers there. And I counted at least 5 Hibaris!! O_o Er yeah. Hibari is a char from Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn! and it seriously rocks xDD I bought stuff there! Like a doujinshi.. a ring... and a piccy of Gokudera, all from KHR! Shh.. Don't tell Woon or Jocelyn that I saw quite a few Code Geass stuff there xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell my parents that I bought stuff there too &gt;&lt;. Mom wouldn't approve... Anyways, We saw Desiree there! Lol. She spent like a hundred bucks from morning to end. We got there late... Sobs.. So mostly all were sold out~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets see... My parents are home.. So: BYEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am lazy~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still luff purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-7608371178758772297?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7608371178758772297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7608371178758772297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7608371178758772297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-4783829766882555555</id><published>2008-11-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:31:55.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm baaack~~~ Hahas. I'm neglecting my poor lil blog ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Its mainly cos I'm like waay to lazy... And yeah xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Anyways, I went school today to do the alumni thingy for "old girls" to like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bond &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reconnect&lt;/span&gt;. Yeahs... O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Fitness was there!! rofl. I took a video of people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; the chachacha-thingy and doing an aerobic workout ^^ 超 funny can? Hahas. I saw PrimarySixes shaking their bodies and asses. O_o Of course the instructors on stage managed to look sexy, like our hip hop teacher in SecOne (Anyone remember how to dance it?), but the others below stage... Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I SAW JIAJIA THERE!! Lawl. Her mom is an old girl so she had to tag along ^^ She sneaked up on me as I was going back to the hall PA booth with MeiQi. Hahas. Anyways, poor her (: Hopefully she had fun? Lol. She disappeared halfway though. Maybe she went home &gt;&lt;. Jealous if she did. Hahas. Carrot, WenYi, Joey(Junior), MeiQi, and of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi&lt;/span&gt;. Only left at about 6+... Mainly cause we were learning/teaching each other how to fold little paper hearts and cranes ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AuntySuanChu gave us CHOCOLATES!!! ^^ They are heart shaped and reeealy shiny-pretty. Ooh yeah. Speaking of AuntySuanChu, the "professional" who was hired to "help" us with the system turned out to be totally a SITA. Aka: StickInTheAss. He keeps giving off these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vibes&lt;/span&gt;. Almost as if he 瞧不起 us PA girls. His attitude was almost screaming out disgruntlement, almost as if the fact that one mike point cannot be used concludes that all our PA equipment  is spoilt or useless. Brill, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. After that was the live band performance. The "band" is made up of 2 guys. One of which, the singer, strikes me as: Bleh. He tried to sing high notes when his vocal cords are plainly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; on that end of the scale. I kept shuddering -.-". Then, halfway through, he pulled the mike loose and instead of checking, told "The girl in the tower" that the mike no sound O_o. But seriously, I pitied them quite a bit. The entire audience was less than the size of one class. Mainly because hardly anyone came back. Lawl. MeiQi says that next year, it should be compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing that I nearly forgot. The above-mentioned "professional" left his box-thingy behind. I think it was for the amplifier.. Maybe for bass? Not very professional to leave expensive stuff behind though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ PURPLE IS A NICE COLOR ♥ ITS ROYALLY GAY ♥ AND IT APPARENTLY HELPS YOU SLEEP ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-4783829766882555555?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4783829766882555555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-baaack-hahas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4783829766882555555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4783829766882555555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-baaack-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-2016771357748690427</id><published>2008-11-03T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:27:22.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Expression Number is 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/six.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You have an outstanding sense of responsibility, love, and balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are helpful and inclined to comfort those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many artistic and creative talents, but you only use them to better others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving, friendly, and appreciative of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a depth of understanding that produces much kindness and generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness and honesty are apparent in your approach to all relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you can be too demanding of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you tend to sacrifice yourself for the welfare of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other times, you have trouble distinguishing between helping and interfering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Look (: I saw the quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.chocolay.blogspot.com/"&gt;ZacZac's blog &lt;/a&gt;^^ I sound so nice xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm listening to a guy talk about how blogging is good for schoolkids like allofus ^^ Something about writing more and that we don't use sms language..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;Extract!!: "Its actually quite interesting".. Blahblah.. Couldn't catch all anyways &gt;&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Now: new person.. female this time.. Topic: "How to create a blog!!!" Muhahahas. I feel pro-er than them now xD.. "Please type in the address bar, Google-dot-com" Hahas. And they still want her to go slower.. O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyways.. They're like older lah.. Must make allowance xDD Now asking if Gmail email avaliable then do what.. Muahahaha 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbows Are Pretty~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-2016771357748690427?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2016771357748690427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-expression-number-is-6-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/2016771357748690427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/2016771357748690427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-expression-number-is-6-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-6130278632624026115</id><published>2008-10-30T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:48:28.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SQnWyjcSJYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4oh3WhN01Q4/s1600-h/HALLoween_icon_animate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SQnWyjcSJYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4oh3WhN01Q4/s320/HALLoween_icon_animate.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262973803554809218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;S &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since even SERENA tagged (How on earth didya find my blog?! O_o) about my poor lil bloggie dying, err... I shall post? Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Infocomm today.. WE DIDN'T TAKE ANY PHOTOS FOR STOP MOTION. OMG I JUST REALISED! @#$%^&amp;amp;* darnnit. Ah well. Maybe they took some when I left for N6 OR N3 cluster briefing &gt;&lt;. Right. I realised that I am totally busy next week except for like Sat&amp;amp;Sun&amp;amp;Wed O_o And my cousin's visting that week.  Hahas. Poor him. He's soo gonna be lonely cos my sis has to do projectwork presentation exam (JC1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. Does ANYONE have any ideas on how to upload a animated MicromediaFireworks clip onto blogger? I wanna put on up xD It says: HALLOWEEN. hahas. It looks nicer than it sounds! I swear! Its like the one on the top of this post. And yeah. Its minutely minute xDD But IT WON'T MOVE!! WHY?! WAHHHS. Okays. I have no idea what else to write? So.. BuhBye Peeps (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;S &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-6130278632624026115?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6130278632624026115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/10/h-p-p-y-h-l-l-o-w-s-e-v-e-p-e-e-p-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6130278632624026115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6130278632624026115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/10/h-p-p-y-h-l-l-o-w-s-e-v-e-p-e-e-p-s.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SQnWyjcSJYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4oh3WhN01Q4/s72-c/HALLoween_icon_animate.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-6488050008118068790</id><published>2008-10-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:24:51.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Okays. This blog is dying. Hahas. I'm just like waaay too lazy to post periodically. Ooh. Blogger has word corrections now? I see red lines when my spelling goes wrong xDD. Or when I type xDD like that ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;We had last day of school today ^^ Translation was in a sense fun and also totally embarrassing. Susu just had to call on me to translate &gt;.&lt;. Ah well. It was botched up from the start anyways. Btw. I'm using a mini keyboard now and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE KEYS ARE DRIVING ME NUTS&lt;/span&gt;. Poof. Either my fingers have gotten bigger or this keyboard is way too unsensivite for rough lil mua. P.s. Anyone knows how to change to font to Times permanently? I love it (more than the  others anyways) and Blogger just won't let me keep it on permanent. Wahhhs. I found out how to fold cranes today xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And during translation, I tried typing Jap. Apparently, Mandi, when written like such = まんぢ　actually means "I command." Isn't my presence awe-inspiring? Lollx. Jiajia = じあじあ　which means "Self-Asia" apparently. Names are funny that way. But some do reflect the person's personality. Take JiaYun for example = じあゆｎ, the 'n' is due to the fact that it refuses to change xD. It translated to "Self-flattery n". Hahas. Jkjk. Woon is actually really nice xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyways. Report card = missing. Sublimated into thin air. Evaporated. Kaput. Err.. Disappearated? xD hehs. MsChoo can't find it. So my lovely disheartening results are becoming mushified in my lovely bag. Lovely. Btw. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS KEYBOARD IS STILL DRIVING ME NUTS&lt;/span&gt;. Lollx. Ooh. EeMin changed her email? She just added xD I think. Hahas. This comp has the totally outdated version of WindowsMessenger. Its like what I used in Pri3? Hahas. Either ways, its a neanderthal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ahwell. Last day of school: Over at 6pm.Time now: 9.37pm? Me: Sleepy for some strange innane reason. Pineapples are called ananas in about 7different languages. There's an ananas cafe in Sembawang MRT station. I hate pineapples. They bite. This randomness signifies the end of this post. Byebye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Rainbows are pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-6488050008118068790?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6488050008118068790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/10/okays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6488050008118068790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6488050008118068790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/10/okays.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-3208556781358058416</id><published>2008-10-09T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:34:19.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is walking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;EeMin's Grandaddy just died today... She's flying over tonight to the funeral in Malaysia. I just found out... Anyways, safe flight girl. Don't get lost and bring your water bottle. Its alright to cry for him yeahs? It shows that he's someone important. Tears are valuable all the more so, cos they arrive with emotions and those very emotions make us human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's coming back in March to visit ^^. She's sad though, cos she'll be so close to us tonight and she won't be able to visit. I'm sure all of us miss her. So, NLPS peeps~ Lets organise a get together kays? I'll be like one of the shortest ppl there and we can all roast marshmellows and welcome EeMin back ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays~ Hugs. Luff ya EeMin. Stay in touch with all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;of us kays? Don't just remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt; KaiHong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; *winkwink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-3208556781358058416?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3208556781358058416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-is-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3208556781358058416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3208556781358058416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-is-walking.html' title='Death is walking..'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-4777734834374714123</id><published>2008-10-09T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:09:12.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SO3x2LZGE2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/jaMk5sl-i6E/s1600-h/Panasonic+Camera+Pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SO3udtod-SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V5-nqjSLD6A/s320/Panasonic+Camera+Pics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255118534444185890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SO3ud-FHh9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z2z3o9qiuKI/s1600-h/Panasonic+Camera+Pics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SO3ud-FHh9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z2z3o9qiuKI/s320/Panasonic+Camera+Pics+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255118538859317202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SO3ueP5YRFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1z2CqVMPHsw/s1600-h/Panasonic+Camera+Pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SO3ueP5YRFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1z2CqVMPHsw/s320/Panasonic+Camera+Pics+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255118543641920594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WHEEEE~~&lt;br /&gt;Went Vivo yesterday for HuiLin's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:D Saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The House Bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and laughed alot at it ^^.&lt;br /&gt;I know I look super fat and unglam in these photos &gt;.&lt;. Melissa says I look old!!! Wahhhhs. I wanna teddy bear!! xD I know. Totally unrelated. hehs.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINY LIL SPOILER***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was kindaDirty but funny all the same yeah? 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Oh Computer! I've missed you so!! Lollx. Now, crap time over~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Lets see.. Today.. I made lemon cookies :3 Yummy huh? xD And my lil neko has a seriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mind xD She gave me a personalised letter (I'm so honoured xD) with the all time sacred word "postrates" and "(slashed yaoi) pokemon"? Lollx. Crazy kittykat. But I luff her anyways xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Err.. Renee says I draw ulgly-ily :( Sobs. Lollx. Anyone feel like helping moi with art? I'm trying to draw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;gears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;now.. They're soo toothy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Going out with HuiLin to Vivo xD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-3064996531369217086?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3064996531369217086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoot-im-baaaack-oh-computer-ive-missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3064996531369217086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3064996531369217086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoot-im-baaaack-oh-computer-ive-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-889454810404295766</id><published>2008-09-25T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:32:51.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ARGGGHS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hate studying. Can't focus at all.. EOYs is on Monday too!! Wahh &gt;.&lt;. Hope I can pass... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;MY PARENTS ARE SOOOO IRRITATING. I haven't read a nice storybook in like decadent eras and they keep saying I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;waste my time on storybooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; and that they keep seeing me reading! Bloody hell. Then I'm like doing VillageByTheSea now and my dad scolded me for reading storybooks when I "should be revising" instead of wasting my time. LIKE HELLO?! Given a choice, VillageByTheSea would be history.. Actually that wouldn't be too bad... I like history xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Next to imply that I'm wasting my time: Mother. She comes up to me with those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; like I've just comitted a felony or something. Then she goes "What are you doing?" in that I-don't-trust-you-not-to-waste-time voice. Blehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Got A1 for art this term xD Very happy. But everything else appears to be flopping on the floor like so many dead fishes. Sucks to be a student right now. I've been looonging to post for ages anyways, but yeah.. Revision. Reduce-Reuse-Recycle xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Teacher says my lit essay practice paper was "vague" and that there should be more "comparison" I can infer that either my standard is really slipping, or that I was just too lazy on that day. I think its the latter cos I only wrote about 1 page or so. Hahas. My hand felt like dropping off by then anyways, so in order to save my poor exhausted brain and hand, I finished off early and spent the next 10mins outside with YuuChan taking in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;wonderfully scenic view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; of the moulting cannonball tree. Lulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Byes~~ I have'ta go do more VillageByTheSea now. Wow. Blogging sure is a rocking way to vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P.s. I changed my specs cos I broke my previous pair clean into half. Wow. Yeah, anyways, my new specs apparently make me look like an auntie. I'm thing about painting them with black acrylic... Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alkaline + Ammonium &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(Charge of NH4+) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Salt --&gt; salt + H2O + Ammonia(NH3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-889454810404295766?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/889454810404295766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/09/arggghs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/889454810404295766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/889454810404295766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/09/arggghs.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-8545974068444278971</id><published>2008-09-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:05:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. A day of slack.</title><content type='html'>WAHHHHHS. I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON MY BOOKS. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'_'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone help!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okays. So far, I have only studied a grand total of:&lt;br /&gt;1) Reading through VillageByTheSea which is totally boring the crap outta me...&lt;br /&gt;2) Done Maths-- Map ratios (RF, ect.) and Inverse&amp;amp;Direct proportion. I tried a bit of algebra too, as in the expansion and simplification one (at least that's what I think its called..)&lt;br /&gt;3) Nothing else! !@#$% Unless you consider writing the gong(1) han(2) ge(2) shi(4) for SuLaoShi 5 times. Kami-sama. I'm pathetic. And I'm still blogging O_o I hate being unmotivated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Time to start planning!!&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this week (Friday), I shall have:&lt;br /&gt;1) Read through GeogTextbook&lt;br /&gt;2) Read through HistoryTextbook and gone through source based&lt;br /&gt;3) Gone through Interest (simple&amp;amp;compound)&lt;br /&gt;4) Gone through Algebra (simultaneous and something..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Stopped writing crap on my bloooog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;THIS IS A MUST&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6) Found my Science file. (Has anyone noticed that they don't have their Science file too? Or is it just me?)&lt;br /&gt;7) DONE MY HOME ECONOMICS PBL. ESPECIALLY THE TIMETABLE PLOTTING. Okays. I'm gonna do it now. Yosh! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.s. If anyone has any ideas on how to make me stop watching TV everyday, please help. The ebil box is draining my brain juice T_T&lt;br /&gt;Also, should I try for Art next year? I love it, yeah, but if I take it, I have'ta go to another school just for that class after dismissal! And yeah. My design sucks BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, JOLENE NG. If you read this, I found a JAVA programming book which I can lend you (its my dad's)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-8545974068444278971?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8545974068444278971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-day-of-slack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/8545974068444278971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/8545974068444278971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-day-of-slack.html' title='Today. A day of slack.'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-8142917374148995382</id><published>2008-08-31T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:35:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/milk-chocolate.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also nostalgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-8142917374148995382?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8142917374148995382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-milk-chocolate-total-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/8142917374148995382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/8142917374148995382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-milk-chocolate-total-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-3749856125273736153</id><published>2008-08-30T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:36:47.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ooh. I'm taking quizzes for fun now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.personalitytest.net/cgi-bin/q.pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitytest.net/types/descriptions/isfp.htm"&gt;ISFP:                           "Artist"&lt;/a&gt;. Interested in the fine arts. Expression primarily through action or art form. They are shy and retiring,                           and are                           not talkative,. They are                           not big on commitment. 5% of the total population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hahax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. Not big on commitment = so totally me xD&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;. Art = loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;According to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;http://www.colorquiz.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Your Existing Situation&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial narrow;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Working to improve her image in the eyes of others in order to obtain their compliance and agreement with her needs and wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Your Stress Sources&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial narrow;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eager to make a good impression, but worried and doubtful about the likelihood of succeeding. Feels that she has a right to anything she might hope for, and becomes helpless and distressed when circumstances go against her. Finds the mere possibility of failure most upsetting and this can even lead to nervous prostration. Sees herself as a 'victim' who has been misled and abused, mistakes this dramatization for reality and tries to convince herself that her failure to achieve standing and recognition is the fault of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O_o Victim?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This quiz is making me feel like a prat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me? Drama? blehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial narrow;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense. Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity but tends to hold aloof emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Willing to become emotionally involved and able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity, but tries to avoid conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WTF? Sex? I'm still 14! *hits head against laptop screen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Your Actual Problem&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial narrow;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Disappointment and the fear that there is no point in formulating fresh goals have led to anxiety, emptiness, and an unadmitted self-contempt. Her refusal to admit this leads to her adopting a headstrong and defiant attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How headstrong and defiant am I? Anyone wanna give comments? hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Your Actual Problem #2&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial narrow;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Depleted vitality has created an intolerance for any further stimulation, or demands on her resources. This feeling of powerlessness subjects her to agitation and acute distress. She reacts by considering that she has been victimized, and insists--with indignation, resentment, and defiance--on being given her own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Depleted vitality. UhHuh. Err.. This test is nothing like how I envisioned myself -.-||| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-3749856125273736153?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3749856125273736153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3749856125273736153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3749856125273736153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-7989597021928779194</id><published>2008-08-30T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:55:41.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday prezzies from Allie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlNQGfKpPI/AAAAAAAAABg/2cUuwhpQsA8/s1600-h/29-08-08_1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlNQGfKpPI/AAAAAAAAABg/2cUuwhpQsA8/s320/29-08-08_1826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304580436862194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! Its pink O_o Allie hun, I love you LotsAndLotsAndLots!! Its not the prezzies but the things you wrote. I love you for putting up with me being super-de-duper late with your prezzie and I love that you still love me and I love you for being who you are!!! P.s I'm gonna come over with your prezzie soon xD Either that or I'll make it mate with your ChristmasPrezzie xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlNQpJHTbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HroMn2RbZ2w/s1600-h/30-08-08_1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlNQpJHTbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HroMn2RbZ2w/s320/30-08-08_1233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304589739609522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean, Look at these stuff!! She's so sweet! (Even though I think she'd punch me if I said that to her xD Even if its probably cos she'd be embarassed) Not to mention the really sweet letter!!! Omg Allie, I love youuuuuu! In case thats not enough, I love youuuu!!! Hahax. I just know you're gonna do super well in your E-O-Y's, so cheer up. Laugh. Come over to my house and make cookies! But most of all, STUDY. Just don't become boring kays? Studying is good in regular amounts, but overdosing on that is definitely horrid and so not you xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlNQmK7j7I/AAAAAAAAACA/rwOUULcnUlQ/s1600-h/29-08-08_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlNQmK7j7I/AAAAAAAAACA/rwOUULcnUlQ/s320/29-08-08_1419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304588941922226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's my BestFriend!!! xDDD She didn't want me to take her piccy here, but her hair is super cool (Its spiky!), she's a NPCC gal, and she looks really kawaii when she smiles xD Keep smiling Allie!!! Stay cool and stay my bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-7989597021928779194?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7989597021928779194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-prezzies-from-allie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7989597021928779194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7989597021928779194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-prezzies-from-allie.html' title='Birthday prezzies from Allie!!'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlNQGfKpPI/AAAAAAAAABg/2cUuwhpQsA8/s72-c/29-08-08_1826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-4608826896376664861</id><published>2008-08-30T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:35:52.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday---NorthlandPrimary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLk_tQp3ICI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7cT88xAAWnc/s1600-h/29-08-08_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLk_tQp3ICI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7cT88xAAWnc/s320/29-08-08_1348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240289688219492386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ton &lt;/span&gt;of piccys yesterday when I went back to NorthlandPri for Teacher's day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel so guilty cos I got nothing for them ]=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they are in all their 2.0 megapix glory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P.s If anyone knows how to get the text to behave properly, help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;--- AuntySunshine O_o NLPS has a counselling service in a box!! xDD Its right next to the bookshop. Colourful eh? &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLk_tfbuH3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/kvgnMyDujGo/s1600-h/29-08-08_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLk_tfbuH3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/kvgnMyDujGo/s320/29-08-08_1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240289692186713970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was seriously staring when i saw the lighthouse (in the background. Its the yellow blob). Its made out of mini milk cartons xD I think. Anyways, how cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;Aliah's in the foreground. She's the blue blob xD I think I was like moving when I took the piccy and everything became blur blobbies =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLk_tkRsc7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/01aATVZrtu0/s1600-h/29-08-08_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLk_tkRsc7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/01aATVZrtu0/s320/29-08-08_1403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240289693486838706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's MrLong!!! He lost weight =[ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its seriously worrying.. He had 2 heartattacks already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still teaching 6f though! We rawk~Go 6f!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a seriously nice teacher. I still remember when he brought us to the treetop walk during school hours xD We missed a whole day of school (No chinese!!) to go walking on the treetop trail and measure the speed of the water in a stream xD Zoe went in and made the water muddy for everyone else [= Cos we were standing at the end where the water was coming from and our group was tramping around trying to catch fish. I think xD Either that or we were chasing pondskaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHT9h3PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RLfMMGFtkN4/s1600-h/29-08-08_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHT9h3PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RLfMMGFtkN4/s320/29-08-08_1416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240294533830401266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They repainted the exercise corner!!! O_o Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;now!! hahax. And they added in a new balancing-thingy! Its&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHeRoEyI/AAAAAAAAABA/rCw3Fff9d4U/s1600-h/29-08-08_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHeRoEyI/AAAAAAAAABA/rCw3Fff9d4U/s320/29-08-08_1417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240294536599048994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aces Day!! xD I remember it was Madagascar in Pri6 :'( now its.. er.. I forgot... hehs. Anyways, its definitely not Madagascar anymore. The LowerPrimary School kids are soo kawaii!! I mean, they. are. energetic. Makes me feel old when I think of the family dance we did that very morning '~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHgkry0I/AAAAAAAAABI/Ie3H9-hv-fU/s1600-h/29-08-08_1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHgkry0I/AAAAAAAAABI/Ie3H9-hv-fU/s320/29-08-08_1354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240294537215855426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They changed the sidey-boardy-thingies!! Wahhhs. Michelle isn't on it anymore.. And its yellow!!! O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHiTtvsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zrI-LvqH5d8/s1600-h/29-08-08_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHiTtvsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zrI-LvqH5d8/s320/29-08-08_1418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240294537681551042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;--More energetic dancing. Lulz. Go kids Go! Jump! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHrxJyNI/AAAAAAAAABY/t1pyZNvXKVA/s1600-h/29-08-08_1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLlEHrxJyNI/AAAAAAAAABY/t1pyZNvXKVA/s320/29-08-08_1441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240294540220942546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look!! Its KuiYan! She's an NPCC gal liaos =O She designed her own class tee xD I like the cord around her neck better though xD But she looks emo-tic!!! She's sooooo fair(skin)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;---End---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-4608826896376664861?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4608826896376664861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-northlandprimary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4608826896376664861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/4608826896376664861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-northlandprimary.html' title='Yesterday---NorthlandPrimary'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zl0qq8EDr8M/SLk_tQp3ICI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7cT88xAAWnc/s72-c/29-08-08_1348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-7934861771840599317</id><published>2008-08-30T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:36:27.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolene!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Okays. Jolene, I'm reeeeally sorry for only posting this now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Erm, the webbies are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;www.yoyogames.com/gamemaker/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;www.gamebrix.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;www.geocities.com/SiliconValley/Foothills/8436/indyjava/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;And yeah, I think the one which looks the most promising is the yoyogames one, but feel free to try all xD Lemmie play once you've done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-7934861771840599317?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7934861771840599317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/jolene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7934861771840599317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7934861771840599317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/jolene.html' title='Jolene!!'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-7764992939969587848</id><published>2008-08-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:36:38.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wheee~~~ I think my blog is deadish.. Wahhhhhhs!!! Uh yeah. Motivation. It will come. Like tomorrow or something xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;exciting these days. Bio test was on Wednesday and I totally flopped. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s What exactly is the testes and the scrotum? I think I kinda mixed them up X.x&lt;/span&gt; Yuu-chan's back though xD Naughty gal didn't come to school yesterday!! I was soooooo lonely! Necko-chan said she was gonna come over and take a break from insanity. hehs. She fell asleep during Malay and forgot to come over though ): But Pearlyn-polar-bear came over to keep me company xD Love ya Seet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. JiaJia is in Australia =O I'm jealous! But Australia has houseflies like everywhere.. At least I heard so.. But they have kangaroos!! I love roos. Hehs. they go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bounce.bounce.bounce.boooing &lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a tumor grew out of mine and Yuu-chan's chair xD Necko-chan came and rooted herself to our chairs. Bad gals were watching KirePapa during MrChow's lesson =O. Ah well, I can't say anything about that though.. I was watching too ^^ KirePapa's super nice! At least if you watch yaoi. Homophobes &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;beware&lt;/span&gt; though xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays.. Impt:: Jolene's making her own game!! Hahax. I'll try to help kays? I wanna crit!! Best of luck with Java though xD Seet! If you read this, practise making characters =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-7764992939969587848?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7764992939969587848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheee-i-think-my-blog-is-deadish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7764992939969587848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/7764992939969587848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheee-i-think-my-blog-is-deadish.html' title='Today'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-5066641021262963941</id><published>2008-08-17T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:22:57.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;OMG. I haven't posted in like a week.. Or is it two weeks? X.x&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life is horrid right now.. I FAILED GEOG TWICE THIS YEAR AND OUR MOST RECENT HISTORY TEST AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Now that that's off my chest.. Err Bio test is coming up and I really shouldn't be blogging.. But I am sooo pissed off at MrCw. I mean, I was doing maths hw 40++ when I realised that I have totally no idea how to to the questions because he totally skipped past the problem solving sections!!! Then I stared at the questions for like half an hour before I put it aside in a totally pissy mood. HELP anyone?? Maths was one of my fave subjects this year cos I actually understood it. Then MsCTC left us to egg-breath and he skips past more sections than jumpers at a double-dutch competition... ARGGGGGGGGGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I slam head repeatedly on the glass table in front of me---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays.. Well, all that bad karma stinks, so.. in with the new and out with the old. Inhale. Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkies xDD Now, I'm doing my HomeEc project! Its something about planning an ideal breakfast for none other than yours truly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I'll post it up.. Nahh. Its too boring xD (I'm seriously considering that I have a split personality at right about... Here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go out with ZacZac soon!! Naughty gal still hasn't agreed on a date with me and says its my fault!! Lollx. I can't really argue. Motivation is the key. I am the lock who can't find the key. Yet. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-5066641021262963941?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5066641021262963941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/5066641021262963941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/5066641021262963941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-8789956158402766269</id><published>2008-08-09T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:03:46.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Now that that unpleasant business is over, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore our homeland, its here where we belong~~~~~~~~~ YAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SINGAPURA &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(PANDAPURA IS HOOOME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-8789956158402766269?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8789956158402766269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/8789956158402766269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/8789956158402766269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-3688603368554830260</id><published>2008-08-09T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:47:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bleh. Yesterday was national day celebrations and it was unexpectedly a complete lemon. Perhaps it may be signalling a declension in the standard of our local DJs, but the bottom line was that everything was out of whack. When we were supposed to say the pledge, the DJ went "Okay everyone, hold hands!" and yeah, we all held hands and only a few people started saying the pledge -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Then, later, we saw 3police bikes and we thought that President Nathan was coming and so we started waving and shouting when we saw a white car behind them. Turned out that the car belonged to a 'learning to drive' person &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;RO was a complete bitch though. I was trying to get ML to lend me her national day flag but she selfishly refused to let me hold for even a few seconds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TT.TT&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;, then RO went "Mandi, can you stop snatching other ppl's things?" in her loud obnoxious voice. Actually, at the start of the year, I thought that RO was okay. A Little Vain, but still okay. Then I found out that she has had god knows how many boyfriends (The previous one was apparently rich, which was the only reason why she dated him, while the current one is supposedly handsome -.- she is so materialistic). I mean, come on, you treat me like a theif and ignore me the rest of the time? What the f*** am I supposed to think of you? Anyways, after that, KaiSing asked RO why she was wearing red and white ribbons and RO was like "What day is it?" in her high pitched squeal-talk thingy. Well, KaiSing said "Oh right!" and grinned sheepishly, but I heard RO say "What kind of stupid question is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?" I mean, KaiSing was totally nice and all, but RO is soooooo obnoxious that she makes sarcastic comments about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; unless she wants to get into their 'good books'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoleneNg was totally sweet though. She told me that "R is like that one. Don't be sad okay" and then she gave me her flag. Jolene's totally nice. She actually acts all silly and cheerful all the time, but behind all that, she's really very perceptive.. Jolene, if you ever read this post, (which I don't think will actually happen, seeing that only about 4ppl know my blog,) Thanks. You rock. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Talking about RO is making me go emo. Bleh. *starts meditating to get rid of all bad karma*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="results-bar"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-3688603368554830260?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3688603368554830260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3688603368554830260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3688603368554830260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-900756530573286428</id><published>2008-08-07T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:29:59.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pooh. I just notice that the time for the posts is all wrong... Help? What did I do? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-900756530573286428?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/900756530573286428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_5707.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/900756530573286428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/900756530573286428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_5707.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-1942182613760657835</id><published>2008-08-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:44:17.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ooh yeah! I almost forgot! Our class decoration is the bomb. Everything is so pretty and the judge apparently loved it. She was like "Ooh it that a cat? So cute!" (but in chinese) when she saw our paint-partially-ripped-away class door -.-. I nearly did a face plant onto the floor when I heard that from QianYi.. xD At least the judge has a vivid imagination! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;♥ LOVE TWO UNITY ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Just realised that I wrote ONE UNITY. Omg I am blur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-1942182613760657835?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1942182613760657835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooh-yeah-i-almost-forgot-our-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/1942182613760657835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/1942182613760657835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooh-yeah-i-almost-forgot-our-class.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-1029089346558671151</id><published>2008-08-07T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:39:23.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lalala~ Came back from Science Centre (SSC) today. We had like a robotics course for the NJRC ppl. I was so rushed from 2.15pm to 2.30pm. Lollx. Here was my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Finish HomeEc presentation as soon as possible (SuLaoShi let MsGwee take his period, and my group was first, so we were lucky xD)&lt;br /&gt;2)Go to Nerissa and take the camera for class photos (Joey Wong and Dew's group did their photo today)&lt;br /&gt;3)Find Joey Wong's group (We were doing HomeEc presentation and the class was split into 2groups)&lt;br /&gt;4)Take their picture!! (Joey couldn't take, Duh. It's practically impossible to take group photos of yourself using a fat camera like the school's one)&lt;br /&gt;(By the time that was finished, it was around 2.35pm and I was jumping around in worry hoping I wasn't late &gt;.&lt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;5)Get to forum!! (Lulz. No need to hurry actually, XiYuan was LATE and we had to wait for her to get her ass over.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okkies. Now: How we got to the SSC. MrImran was too cheap to charter a bus -.- so we had to stand at the side of the road and flag at passing cabs like chickens. Btw, Imran drives a Subaru!! Omg. But he was driving like super slowly... Last one to reach! I seriously think that he had no idea how to get to the SSC and was in fact trailing the cab that me and Betty took O_o And yeah, first Merlin's group went, since my group and to wait for XiYuan, then they left poor Betty behind cos 5ppl squeezed into a cab with 5 large schoolbags is not a pretty sight. Next, the sec3s went (XiWen hit me on the head TT.TT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Violent girl... xP), leaving me and Betty behind. Oh. MrImran too, but he doesn't count (he can drive there). Well, even though the sec3s left first, we reached there earlier :3. Taxi driver, you are PRO. Hehs ^^. During the whole taxi ride, me and Betty kept looking out of the back and going like "Oh. Woww. I see Imran. Is he following our taxi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we reached there with 4mins to spare! xD so crap. We just learned how to use light sensor and do precision turns for the NXT. My group got badges :3 We were faster than Merlin's group in programming the bot for the preset map. They got stickers later in our race tho ^^ XiYuan's 'baby' was slow!! Hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we went home, the MRT was so crowded! Everyone was pushing-pushing-pushing. So rude. I mean, is it &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hard to wait for the peeps inside to get out? Lolx. I was soo irritated.. Anyways, place was like sardine can or something &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-1029089346558671151?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1029089346558671151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/1029089346558671151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/1029089346558671151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-3140743406330098588</id><published>2008-08-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:31:01.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well.. Today we played netball during PE. Renee wore 2U tee-shirt to play. Lollx. Ms Leong never said anything tho. Jocelyn said that it might be because she's not exactly a 'real' teacher since she's here like temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I fell flat on the floor retreving WoonJiaYun's ball. Pooh. Now I've go scrapes on both my legs, on the knuckles and back of one hand, and an extremely bruised ego &gt;.&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to go over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;the net, not just highInTheSky. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is seriously into the national day decoration thingy!! This is like the first time Unity has been so United :D I'm proud of them! For once, I seriously think we have a big shot at winning this thing. Rebecca Ong was standing outside with the rest of the decorating crew during Malay (Chikgu was so nice to us!) but she was like just looking and doing the wall plant thingy.... A really bright and colourful wall plant though ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, later Joey and me and to take piccys for the class.. The sacrifices of being PA.. hahax. Keng Yi's group was so funny xD First, they took piccy lying on the grass slope near the classrooms. Then, necko tried jumping on the slope. Alyssa tried it to and nearly rolled down. rofl. JiaJia's group was funny too! Especially JiaJia xD she looked like she was falling over in at least 2 piccys, and LinJian and QianYi had to hold on to her for dear life ^^ Oh yeah. They took on the slope too, so it was like "OMG, Jia's gonna fall and roll down!" hehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, HuiLin and I went to the Lentor Residence to see if we could do CIP there. We are so hardworking :] lulz. Anyways, the aunty there said that she had to confirm first, then she would call us back. Does that mean yes or no? -confused-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-3140743406330098588?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3140743406330098588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3140743406330098588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/3140743406330098588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Today'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319845843418434688.post-6214514111996654398</id><published>2008-08-06T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:31:13.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wow. First ever somewhat-serious blog... Wonder how long this will keep me occupied? Hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1319845843418434688-6214514111996654398?l=arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6214514111996654398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6214514111996654398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1319845843418434688/posts/default/6214514111996654398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arias-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/testing.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>-Amber-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185914913255914312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
