<?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-30490215</id><updated>2012-02-11T16:32:18.522+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Obsessions'/><category term='Emotional'/><category term='Sceneries'/><category term='Buddies'/><category term='Flashback'/><category term='Camwhore Sessions'/><category term='Special'/><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Jia Wen's Blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-6514826559379976457</id><published>2011-12-13T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:43:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh this is yet another lonely night, with only an almost blank Words document as my sole companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about essays, is that although the outcome can be rewarding, the process is just so laborious.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of counting sheep before I sleep, I shall track my wordcount instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited at 0150:&lt;br /&gt;omg I had such a roller coaster emotional ride today. I'm too hyper to fall sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-6514826559379976457?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6514826559379976457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=6514826559379976457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6514826559379976457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6514826559379976457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-this-is-yet-another-lonely-night.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8715822034807051455</id><published>2011-12-10T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:53:05.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>下一頁的我</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;主唱：王心凌&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;作曲：水野良樹&lt;br /&gt;填詞：易家揚&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;就要出發　是嗎　這問題困擾著我&lt;br /&gt;是個可能吧　或許想太多&lt;br /&gt;有的夢不去做好可惜&lt;br /&gt;我害怕嗎　有點　孤單很痛的對不對&lt;br /&gt;我得放下　翻開這一頁　沒時間想過去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;心中會怕才問自己　那些曾經的話語&lt;br /&gt;謝謝是你讓我有天空和明天　學會獨立&lt;br /&gt;站在未知的泥土裡　看我勇敢的深呼吸&lt;br /&gt;黑的夜　我不怕　天空很大　像在說　不能哭&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;下一頁的我　會去哪裡　用多大的勇氣&lt;br /&gt;所有夢裡面的風雨　我不怕那是我的試題&lt;br /&gt;下一頁的我　希望能擁有　美麗的明天&lt;br /&gt;所以這次我送走從前　因為我　看的見&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;擔心什麼　去吧　愛讓人哭真對不起&lt;br /&gt;之前的回憶　握在掌心裡&lt;br /&gt;它讓我　再苦也肯努力&lt;br /&gt;耳邊的風　吹吧　讓我聽見新消息&lt;br /&gt;在旅途上　愛是氧氣　讓我越來越肯定&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; 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outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;下一頁的我　會去哪裡　用多大的勇氣&lt;br /&gt;所有夢裡面的風雨　我不怕那是我的試題&lt;br /&gt;下一頁的我　希望能擁有　美麗的明天&lt;br /&gt;所以這次我送走從前　因為我　看的見&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;寓言藏在我心中　相信它吧　往前衝&lt;br /&gt;我的路　我就一定讓它走成幸福&lt;br /&gt;那些作了的夢忘了嗎　那些萬分之一的也許&lt;br /&gt;不用說　我還是我　約定怎樣寂寞也不能哭&lt;br /&gt;看吧　下大雨也不認輸　請讓我　學長大&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;下一頁的我　會去哪裡　用多大的勇氣&lt;br /&gt;所有夢裡面的風雨　我不怕那是我的試題&lt;br /&gt;下一頁的我　希望能擁有　美麗的明天&lt;br /&gt;所以這次我送走從前　因為我　看的見&lt;br /&gt;所有夢裡面的風雨　我不怕那是我的試題&lt;br /&gt;下一頁的我　希望能擁有　美麗的明天&lt;br /&gt;所以這次我送走從前　因為我　看的見&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; 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type='html'>Demoralising December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the days will only get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-1144599529677598158?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1144599529677598158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1144599529677598158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1144599529677598158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1144599529677598158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2011/12/demoralising-december.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3873897396100015199</id><published>2011-11-18T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:07:43.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18:18</title><content type='html'>The candles for my 18th birthday just burned out awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning out soon enough too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-3873897396100015199?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3873897396100015199/comments/default' title='Post 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4646625454676047763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4646625454676047763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-need-of-inspiration-desperately.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5570988388999977883</id><published>2011-11-14T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:36:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew writing can be so... torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that all this might just mean nothing and not be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5570988388999977883?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5570988388999977883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5570988388999977883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5570988388999977883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5570988388999977883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-never-knew-writing-can-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-1932572156235133637</id><published>2011-11-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:28:34.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11.11.11 isn't a great day for me after all. :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有时候，勤还是不能补拙 。&lt;br /&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/30490215-1932572156235133637?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-9179470823851605181</id><published>2011-11-10T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:38:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's one of those times that I look back at the choices I've made throughout these few years, and I don't feel any regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-9179470823851605181?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/9179470823851605181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=9179470823851605181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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&lt;br /&gt;作曲∶邓智伟 &lt;br /&gt;演唱∶林峰 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信遥远 有一个天堂 &lt;br /&gt;每个人追逐 美丽的梦想 &lt;br /&gt;什么时候呢 却发现我的肩膀 &lt;br /&gt;被放了太多期望 &lt;br /&gt;我的心好像 是一个海洋 &lt;br /&gt;看不到界线 掏不尽收藏 &lt;br /&gt;一切很安静 深不可测的力量 &lt;br /&gt;等一次另眼相看 &lt;br /&gt;直到世界每一个地方 都看见我的坚强 &lt;br /&gt;我真的不太知道 什么可以交换 &lt;br /&gt;我们的地久天长 &lt;br /&gt;如果眼睛是不会假装 我怎么闭上眼眶 &lt;br /&gt;当世界不再一样 我和最初一样 &lt;br /&gt;我只是不想让你失望 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信自己 有一双翅膀 &lt;br /&gt;有一天绝对 骄傲的飞翔 &lt;br /&gt;什么时候呢 我累到哭着受伤 &lt;br /&gt;感觉眼泪的重量 &lt;br /&gt;直到世界每一个地方 都看见我的坚强 &lt;br /&gt;我真的不太知道 什么可以交换 &lt;br /&gt;我们的地久天长 &lt;br /&gt;如果眼睛是不会假装 我怎么闭上眼眶 &lt;br /&gt;当世界不再一样 我和最初一样 &lt;br /&gt;我只是不想让你失望&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-4284702701757638794?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4284702701757638794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4284702701757638794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4284702701757638794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4284702701757638794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='不想让你失望'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-2906590495646346725</id><published>2011-11-04T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:02:51.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my principles is that I should never compromise on my course just for the university.&lt;br /&gt;It's similar to how I opted to do Graphic Products, a completely new subject in Year 10, than to do Indonesian which I might have performed better. 2 years after that, I did the same with studying Japanese instead of Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've promised myself on that months ago, and I shall still stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear of taking the tougher route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I overestimate myself, at other times my self esteem is at all-time-low.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, after all it's true that what scares us all is the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;u n k n o w n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ it'll be over / before you know it./&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-2906590495646346725?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2906590495646346725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=2906590495646346725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2906590495646346725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2906590495646346725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-of-my-principles-is-that-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-7229354775650634462</id><published>2011-10-12T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:09:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Individuality</title><content type='html'>Stop being jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;Stop overthinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because really, you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone's born original, don't die a copy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-7229354775650634462?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-3640649546986346832</id><published>2011-10-12T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:49:19.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers Crossed.</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the reassurance&lt;br /&gt;And here's to hoping for the best&lt;br /&gt;For you and for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-3640649546986346832?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3640649546986346832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3640649546986346832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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while making a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to tell me that it's not entirely my fault,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;that everything will turn out fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5175046871071974912?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5175046871071974912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5175046871071974912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5175046871071974912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5175046871071974912'/><link 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I'd have to admit that my own high expectation is partly the cause of this misery.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, isn't everyone encouraged to aim high?&lt;br /&gt;So that even if you can't reach the stars, you'd still land on the clouds. That's how the saying goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wonder: &amp;nbsp;in fact, how much is my pathway of life fated or dependent on my own decision-making?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-9163410654547828751?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/9163410654547828751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=9163410654547828751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/9163410654547828751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/9163410654547828751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-no-worse-feeling-than-being.html' title='There&apos;s No Worse Feeling than being Regretful.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8511196480562968734</id><published>2011-04-06T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T01:47:52.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since when, has sleeping become a luxury&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-8511196480562968734?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8511196480562968734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8511196480562968734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8511196480562968734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8511196480562968734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/since-when-has-sleeping-become-luxury.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5352677513668797167</id><published>2010-08-30T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:39:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unbelievable. It's only the first week of IB yet I have to stay up late to complete an English essay on literature and myself.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how slow I am when it comes to structuring sentences and putting my thoughts into proper words.&lt;br /&gt;you also have no idea how long-winded I am when it comes to writing open-ended essays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5352677513668797167?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5352677513668797167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5352677513668797167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5352677513668797167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5352677513668797167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-7348020144219162846</id><published>2010-05-30T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:30:08.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiawenteo.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;jiawenteo.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will either redirect this blogger url to my tumblr site (which eases the need for you all to relink),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or switch back to blogger in the future if I find it more convenient. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even at tumblr, I don't think I'll update regularly till late-July, since I have quite a hectic schedule ahead!&lt;br /&gt;I'm already looking forward to all the enjoyment after the exams, so here's a personal schedule as a reminder to myself of what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd June:&lt;/b&gt; End of GCSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;23rd June:&lt;/b&gt; Shopping with Carla for semi-formal outfit if it's required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;24nd to 30nd June:&lt;/b&gt; Work Experience with Carla at the Ogilvy Advertising Company :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st and 2nd July&lt;/b&gt;: IB Induction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--SUMMER HOLIDAY!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th to 7th July:&lt;/b&gt; Back to parent's hometown in Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8th to 10th July:&lt;/b&gt; Back to KL and Subang Jaya :D (lots of shopping to do!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11th to 17th July:&lt;/b&gt; Vacation to HK (I'll be the luckiest fan if I get to see Raymond Lam shooting for a new drama on one of the streets!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;18th to 21st July:&lt;/b&gt; Back to KL (time to meet all the long-lost friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21th July:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jakarta - end of excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/30490215-7348020144219162846?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7348020144219162846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=7348020144219162846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7348020144219162846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7348020144219162846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-moved-to.html' title='I&apos;ve moved to...'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-4613872935959245362</id><published>2010-04-19T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:30:56.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triggered Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxvk6a1mxB1qa1brxo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was browsing through pictures and quotes until I came across this picture, and went, &lt;i&gt;whoaaa&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What attracts my attention is not the quote itself - although I must say it's inspirational and perhaps contains some underlying meanings - but the person who said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't John Cage the experimentalist composer who appeared in our music textbooks?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The one that Mandy and I think was crazy; the one who created a king's song with the chirping sound of birds and a furious voice scolding while singing at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason I remember the song that well is because Daniel shared with me his thought that it should be an interlude for the Tom and Jerry cartoon. While the music was playing, he added his opinions like, 'This part suits the scene where Tom enters!' which made me laugh so much. I can still remember Mr G. was staring at me and asked what's wrong, while I shook my head, suppressed me laughter and exchanged looks with friends around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, the good times in Year 10 Music...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that a year has passed by, lessons are no longer the same without the presence of that teacher as well as Daniel the shy buddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What more changes will there be? I don't know, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still can't make a decision between taking Music or Chemistry in a few months time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just had this sudden urge to blog but I'm&amp;nbsp;supposed to be still on blogging hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never typed that much in awhile. I usually spend most of my time reading posts by my friends and even strangers, at times admire them for their ability to think imaginatively and write descriptively. Perhaps because of my self-conciousness, I refused to blog even when I was free, thinking that I would regret over what I posted, that I would be ashamed to read what I wrote in years to come. Also, being a pessimist, I viewed many things from a negative perspective. Recently, I read my friend's blog post about her view towards her life and dream, and that made me realise I've &lt;s&gt;spent&lt;/s&gt; wasted too much time dwelling in the past, wondering about all the non-existing what-ifs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm aware that I'm not a strong person and I do know my weaknesses, but in time to come I'll try to improve them and stay more cheerful. It's always easier said than done, that I know. But changes don't occur in a short while and I believe one day, just one day in the future, I'll change for the better. Now all I need is to be determined. &amp;lt;- If you ever see me feeling down next time, please remind me to look back at this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d4dbc7; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-color: rgb(34, 36, 28); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; font-family: 'Lido STF', 'DejaVu Serif', Georgia, 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal !important; line-height: 1.65em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.6em; line-height: 1.4em !important; margin-bottom: 0.625em !important; margin-left: 0.625em !important; margin-right: 0.625em !important; margin-top: 0.5em !important; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You do not need strength to let go of something. What you really need is understanding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="source" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.65em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;— &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy Finley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="source" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.65em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="source" style="line-height: 1.65em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;p/s: Courtesy&amp;nbsp;to &lt;a href="http://italicized.co.nr/"&gt;Joanna&lt;/a&gt; for the image and quote used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-4613872935959245362?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4613872935959245362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4613872935959245362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4613872935959245362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4613872935959245362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/04/triggered-thoughts.html' title='Triggered Thoughts.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8472052987147746881</id><published>2010-03-31T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:54:13.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS. once again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blogging -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;once it used to be a habit of mine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;now it just seems so unfamiliar and strange to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;perhaps it's one of those evidences that I've changed throughout the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering where the previous posts are, I've decided to keep them to my own privacy and no longer display them in public. The archive section was deleted along with the tagboard and profile sections. Sorry, I just felt the need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a fresh new start in blogging months later, probably in July or August.&lt;br /&gt;No promises made, but at least that's my plan for now.&lt;br /&gt;Good. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-8472052987147746881?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8472052987147746881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8472052987147746881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8472052987147746881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8472052987147746881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/03/hiatus-once-again.html' title='HIATUS. once again.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-7676599239848698410</id><published>2010-03-20T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:50:16.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I hate goodbyes :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm actually dreading the day of graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/30490215-7676599239848698410?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7676599239848698410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=7676599239848698410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7676599239848698410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7676599239848698410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-goodbyes-im-actually-dreading.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-2406933577956602193</id><published>2010-03-15T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:37:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have Been Warned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Below... is a forwarded message, and it's indeed very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;encouraging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to me even before I started the course. -_____- Such a good entertainment though, not to mention my boredom killer. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;__ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You Know You're In IB When ...&lt;br /&gt;1. You are already planning where your lockers will be next year.&lt;br /&gt;2. At least 4 of your classes (history, english, TOK, psychology) are talking about almost the same thing, or at least you think they are ... it could be an illusion ... maybe you're not in class at all ...&lt;br /&gt;3. You start walking in geometric circles.&lt;br /&gt;4. You start analyzing random books, song lyrics, and street signs.&lt;br /&gt;5. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before.&lt;br /&gt;6. A good night's sleep is 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;7. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before.&lt;br /&gt;8. You can't enjoy a heart-warming cartoon because the French grammar is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;9. You have made up complicated metaphors relating your love life to a card game and have fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;10. 16 + 2 = ... wait, let me get my graphing calculator!&lt;br /&gt;11. The idea of "getting off on tangents" is hilariously funny.&lt;br /&gt;12. You start overanalyzing the rainbows on people's clothing.&lt;br /&gt;13. You write a newsletter half in Latin.&lt;br /&gt;14. Your Physics teacher knows how to say "outstanding" in over 30 languages, yet chooses "cool beans!"&lt;br /&gt;15. You need a graphing calculator to bake.&lt;br /&gt;16. You're disappointed when you only get 100% on a test.&lt;br /&gt;17. You're smarter than all your teachers ... no, that just means you're in public school.&lt;br /&gt;18. You relax vicariously through your non-IB friends (what non-IB friends???).&lt;br /&gt;19. You forget to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;20. Your backpack is heavier than you are.&lt;br /&gt;21. You realize that something is missing when your backpack feels too light.&lt;br /&gt;22. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before.&lt;br /&gt;23. You complain that you can't store notes on your graphing calculator for the IB English exam.&lt;br /&gt;24. You write parodies of Faulkner's work for fun.&lt;br /&gt;25. You attempt to do your extended essay on Dr. Seuss.&lt;br /&gt;26. Your idea of a 3 AM party game is analyzing the socio-political commentary in Dr. Seuss.&lt;br /&gt;27. You complain about studying for your foreign language exam ... in multiple foreign languages.&lt;br /&gt;28. You write stories and give them to other people to analyze for you because you don't understand them.&lt;br /&gt;29. You were a pair of antennae (deedleyboppers) on your head and think you're a water molecule.&lt;br /&gt;30. The fact that "wear" is spelled wrong in #29 bothers you. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;31. You forget the meaning of the words "free time" yet remember the meaning of "literary analysis" (n. )&lt;br /&gt;32. You have complicated dreams about graphing circles and ellipses.&lt;br /&gt;33. You take over the hallways in the morning before school, unloading your bookbag and settling in for a 30-minute homework party.&lt;br /&gt;34. You walk in the movement patterns of a knight to improve your chess strategy while you nap on your way to your next class.&lt;br /&gt;35. You have theological discussions at parties&lt;br /&gt;36. You have theoretical physics discussions at parties.&lt;br /&gt;37. The number on your screen name corresponds to the page number that character you use for your screen name has an appearance in the book you got it from.&lt;br /&gt;38. Whenever you're watching a movie you find all the motifs and themes ... without trying.&lt;br /&gt;39. "Friends" and "fellow IBers" are interchangeable.&lt;br /&gt;40. You go to bed at 3 AM and think, "Oh, it's an early night!"&lt;br /&gt;41. Your favorite saying is "If I get a hundred on every test for the rest of the year ..."&lt;br /&gt;42. Social life? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;43. You've fooled yourself into believing that colleges actually care whether you're in IB or not.&lt;br /&gt;44. You try to wake up fast enough to catch yourself sleeping - and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;45. You talk to yourself in the 3rd person.&lt;br /&gt;46. You write sentences on multiple choice tests.&lt;br /&gt;47. It's okay to fail, so long as you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;48. You frequently catch yourself saying "What?? We had homework??"&lt;br /&gt;49. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before.&lt;br /&gt;50.The Sun is too loud.&lt;br /&gt;51. Trees begin threatening you.&lt;br /&gt;52. You can see individual air molecules vibrating.&lt;br /&gt;53. While writing a TOK paper, you begin to actually understand the material.&lt;br /&gt;54. You explore the possibility of setting up an IV drip of espresso.&lt;br /&gt;55. You wonder if brewing is an essential step in the consumption of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;56. Things become "Very Clear".&lt;br /&gt;57. You begin speaking in a language that only you and Channelers can understand.&lt;br /&gt;58. You believe that if you think hard enough, you can levitate.&lt;br /&gt;59. You heart beats in 7/8 time.&lt;br /&gt;60. You and Reality file for divorce.&lt;br /&gt;61. It appears that people are speaking to you in binary code.&lt;br /&gt;62. You have great revelations concerning Life, the Universe, and Everything else, but can't quite find the words for them before the white glow fades, leaving you more confused than before. Oh well, ice cream time!&lt;br /&gt;63. You discover the aesthetic beauty of school supplies.&lt;br /&gt;64. You begin to talk to yourself, then disagree about the subject, get into a nasty row about it, lose, and refuse to talk to yourself for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;65. You yell: "STOP TOUCHING ME!!!" even though you're the only person in the room.&lt;br /&gt;66. You manage to complete a semesters worth of homework the day before the term ends.&lt;br /&gt;67. You finish your extended essay shortly after midnight. Your smile of satisfaction fades when you remember to start on your World Lit paper.&lt;br /&gt;68. You've sold your soul … and have to wait 4 years to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;69. You cloned yourself so you could sell your clones' souls to each of your teachers.&lt;br /&gt;70. Desperate to fill up your CAS hours, you claim watching a black and white movie as "creativity" and walking your dog as "activity", and your teacher approves it.&lt;br /&gt;71. You have a special "test writing sweater" that you wore to all the IB exams.&lt;br /&gt;72. Your idea of impure thoughts is whether or not to copy math homework.&lt;br /&gt;73. You can count your first math quiz grade on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;74. You wonder if there's SparkNotes on the Calculus book.&lt;br /&gt;75. You don't really cheat - you just tell people the answers.&lt;br /&gt;76. Cheating became too difficult, so you took up telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;77. You have a tab running at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble.&lt;br /&gt;89. BN.com, amazon.com, and Books-A-Million offered to give you a free shipment/order each so you took full advantage of it and are now banned from those stores/sites (it took 6 semis to deliver the orders!)&lt;br /&gt;90. You understand that the list skipped from 77 to 89 for one sole reason: LACK OF SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;91. You've consulted tarot cards for hints on a History test.&lt;br /&gt;92. You have the library on speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;93. You've developed an imprint of your book bag in your back.&lt;br /&gt;94. Your best hope for most classes is either divine intervention or a strategically placed lightning bolt.&lt;br /&gt;95. Your books weigh more than you do.&lt;br /&gt;96. Your thesis for the Extended Essay is whether or not Bert and Ernie are gay.&lt;br /&gt;97. Your alternate thesis for the Extended Essay is why IB jokes/checklists are so prolific and the amount of fact contained within them.&lt;br /&gt;98. You plead insanity on a research paper.&lt;br /&gt;99. Your plea is accepted by your teacher.&lt;br /&gt;100. You do your essays on the plane ride to school.&lt;br /&gt;101. You can lead your way through a frog's intestines with your eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;102. You have to stop twice and get gas to make it all the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;103. You've been out various times looking for the Abridged Cliff's Notes.&lt;br /&gt;104. You consider giving up going to the bathroom permanently to give you more time to study.&lt;br /&gt;105. Your backpack is only comfortable when it weighs &gt;30 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;106. You have convinced your parents the "1" you received on your IB Chemistry exam was really the "top 1% of all IB students worldwide".&lt;br /&gt;107. You skip breakfast so you can get to school early to get in some extra cramming time to gain that "upper edge" on the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;108. Your home becomes a "home away from home".&lt;br /&gt;109. You think the meaning of life is: G = -RTlnK.&lt;br /&gt;110. Your favorite equation is e(iπ)+1=0&lt;br /&gt;111. Said equation comes up on a test.&lt;br /&gt;112. You go insane from trying to work Pythagoras' constant and the golden rule into said equation.&lt;br /&gt;113. You succeed in mathematically correctly adding above to said formula without changing number bases.&lt;br /&gt;114. Pressed for time, you conclude a history essay with, "And they lived happily every after. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;115. You get into a slugging match over priority for the library photocopier.&lt;br /&gt;116. It's essential to learn to live with occasional failures.&lt;br /&gt;117. Can we say EXTRA CREDIT??&lt;br /&gt;118. You actually worry about the 105% you have in math.&lt;br /&gt;119. You find that you overreact when you get 2 points marked off on your homework.&lt;br /&gt;120. You find that you spend more time sleeping in class than at home.&lt;br /&gt;121. You are 18 but can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;122. You have 15 library cards each under a different alias.&lt;br /&gt;123. You searched all the books in the local public library, so you found a loophole that allowed you to check out books from the local university stacks.&lt;br /&gt;124. Your list of excuses for not doing your homework is the length of Anna Karenina.&lt;br /&gt;125. You exceed the 4200 word limit on the Extended Essay (by over 1000 words).&lt;br /&gt;126. The simplest words you know are at least 10 letters long.&lt;br /&gt;127. You ask what your summer reading assignment will be in October.&lt;br /&gt;127. You come into school at 6:00am to do Biology and don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;128. You get dirty looks from the Regular Kids in your homeroom.&lt;br /&gt;129. It takes more than one trip to carry the books you need between your car and your locker.&lt;br /&gt;130. You carry around SAT vocab flash cards to whip out in your free time.&lt;br /&gt;131. You can list all 5 definitions on vocabulary tests.&lt;br /&gt;132. When you are home sick, you can't help but wonder what work you're missing and what your homework is.&lt;br /&gt;133. When you're watching TV, you feel guilty because not all of your homework is done.&lt;br /&gt;134. That was a lie, you don't watch TV (except for NBC News at 6).&lt;br /&gt;135. You show up 4 hours late to an IB test and still manage to get a "5".&lt;br /&gt;136. During a Chemistry test, instead of doing the work, you write a random answer program in your TI-83+ Silver Edition and get the highest score in the class.&lt;br /&gt;137. Your idea of great art is simultaneously graphing the sine, cosine and tangent graphs on your calculator.&lt;br /&gt;138. You have functioning electrical appliances in your locker.&lt;br /&gt;139. You can type 70 words per minute -- on a TI-89.&lt;br /&gt;140. You actually believe "mental health days" are excused absences.&lt;br /&gt;141. Brewing coffee takes too long, so you just eat the beans.&lt;br /&gt;142. You're afraid of sunlight since you haven't seen it in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;143. Breakfast?! What's that?&lt;br /&gt;144. The bags under your eyes are heavier than the ones carrying your textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;145. You always seem to have one continuous headache.&lt;br /&gt;146. You haven't seen light in so long you glow in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;147. You find yourself thinking "Without stress my life would be empty."&lt;br /&gt;148. Your contacts are so thick that you have trouble closing your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;149. You can count the number of hours you sleep each week on one missing hand.&lt;br /&gt;150. You've taught yourself how to take naps while walking to your next class.&lt;br /&gt;151. You actually put the apostrophe in front of the word " 'cause. "&lt;br /&gt;152. You think MTV is a formula for mass, temperature and volume.&lt;br /&gt;153. You clean up your room and find a bed.&lt;br /&gt;154. You wonder about things like what would happen if your car traveled at the speed of light and your turned your lights on.&lt;br /&gt;155. Everything you know about sex, you learned from the English reading list.&lt;br /&gt;156. You enjoy finding out the hard way why normal distribution should work.&lt;br /&gt;157. It's the little things that confuse you.&lt;br /&gt;158. You have the chemical formula and steps of synthesis for caffeine memorized.&lt;br /&gt;159. You still think Beavis and Butthead is a true-to-life TV show about "normal high school".&lt;br /&gt;160. You find all the "glitches" in movies.&lt;br /&gt;161. You use your ToK background to analyze Winnie the Pooh's Book of Quotations.&lt;br /&gt;162. When asked what significance Hitler had to Racial Social Darwinism, you say "Well, he didn't like Jews."&lt;br /&gt;163. You look foward to hell week because you think hell would be an improvement on your current situation.&lt;br /&gt;Free time?&lt;br /&gt;164. You've mastered the art of procrastination so well that your research paper finishes printing just seconds before you have to leave for school.&lt;br /&gt;165. You get to college and realize the classes you are taking seem really familiar.&lt;br /&gt;166. Your college professors' grading systems seem a little too lenient.&lt;br /&gt;167. You dread the word rubric.&lt;br /&gt;168. You managed to write 4,000 words on the subject "Hitler was a nice guy, wasn't he?" (sarcasm not included)&lt;br /&gt;169. You've managed to get through an entire year of History of the Americas without reading one page of your test book.&lt;br /&gt;170. You hold "parties" to study.&lt;br /&gt;171. You look forward to your parties.&lt;br /&gt;172. Your fellow IBers look forward to your parties, attend them, and do actual studying there.&lt;br /&gt;173. Your pick-up lines include compliments on the quality of her (his) epidermis and the wonderful shape of her (his) occipital plate.&lt;br /&gt;174. You forget your brother's name because you haven't seen him in three years.&lt;br /&gt;175. Wai t... what brother?&lt;br /&gt;176. When on vacation, you visit other schools.&lt;br /&gt;177. You have races with your friends to see who can say the entire periodic table of elements the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;178. You'd go into severe spasms if you ever lost your IB herd.&lt;br /&gt;179. You see your Extended Essay advisor more than you see your parents.&lt;br /&gt;180. You talk in your sleep -- in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;181. The only French you know is "J'aime manger le poission."&lt;br /&gt;182. You resort to communicating with classmates through a series of clicks because languages take too long.&lt;br /&gt;183. You love the "Macarena" not because it's a neat-o dance, but because you actually understand what those Spanish guys are saying.&lt;br /&gt;184. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before.&lt;br /&gt;185. You no longer speak English -- You speak a combination of English, German, Spanish, French, Portugese, Swedish, Dutch, Chinese, Russian, Norwegian, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, Korean, and Polish.&lt;br /&gt;186. Fellow IBers understand and use the same combined language.&lt;br /&gt;187. You convert it to 36-bit words converted to hexadecimal numbers to communicate as it is faster.&lt;br /&gt;188. You write a text-to-speech program that uses this hexadecimal linguistic conglomerate.&lt;br /&gt;189. You modify your text-to-speech program so that it also works as speech-to-text, and is eerily accurate.&lt;br /&gt;190. You know how to integrate a chicken and can take the derivative of water.&lt;br /&gt;191. You scoff at others’ lowly TI-83s while you caress your TI-93+ with pride.&lt;br /&gt;192. You debate about physics during lunch … and usually win.&lt;br /&gt;193. You know the chemical composition of the ugly brown stains on the ceiling tiles.&lt;br /&gt;194. Your calculators are an extension of your body.&lt;br /&gt;195. You feel guilty if you go more than a week without homework or some form of schooling.&lt;br /&gt;196. You're sad, because you can only take four HL tests.&lt;br /&gt;197. You hack the school’s network and duplicate your records so that you can take another three HLs, then merge the records together after you take your senior IB exams.&lt;br /&gt;198. You actually think you have a shot at passing the physics HL exam.&lt;br /&gt;199. You make a date to do homework together and you actually do.&lt;br /&gt;200. You derive formulas for fun. From first principles.&lt;br /&gt;201. You write your "What is Truth?" ToK paper entirely in Newspeak.&lt;br /&gt;202. You celebrate pi day (3/14), mole day (10/23), and pi approximation day (22/7 (d/m), as 22/7 is very close to pi).&lt;br /&gt;203. You haven't studied for American History all year, and the week before semester finals you think "Why should I start now?"&lt;br /&gt;204. It rains and you place the umbrella over your bookbag instead of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;205. You know how to spell "Baccalaureate".&lt;br /&gt;206. You crash your calculator.&lt;br /&gt;207. You skip school to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;208. The word "ponder" induces hyperventilation.&lt;br /&gt;209. You're American and you write everything using British spelling.&lt;br /&gt;210. You focus you WHOLE LIFE around the Group 4 project.&lt;br /&gt;211. You accidently type "LOOL" instead of "LOL" in an IM conversation and explain it as "Laugh out ostentatiously loud".&lt;br /&gt;212. Someone tells you to relax and you go into spasms - "Relax? RELAX?!?"&lt;br /&gt;213. "It's a beautiful day outside to do that science experiment."&lt;br /&gt;214. You are so accustomed to being stressed, that when you aren't, you have a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;215. You sleep with your eyes half open because you don't have the energy to close them all the way.&lt;br /&gt;216. You rush to the IB workroom immediately when 2nd block ends, type up your whole 500-word essay (that you wrote on paper by hand in 1st block), print it out, and make it to 3rd block before the next bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;217. The cure to your depression is concentrating on homework.&lt;br /&gt;218. You start working on your presentation for History of the Americas 3 minutes after you have already started presenting.&lt;br /&gt;219. You persuade your History teacher that everything you have said in that half hour of presenting makes sense and has a point, even though you don't know what that point is.&lt;br /&gt;220. When people ask you if your community service is for a crime and you reply with, "no ... it's just school."&lt;br /&gt;221. The school administrators stop everyone around you for being late, but you breeze right past.&lt;br /&gt;222. You spend more time on college applications than on homework.&lt;br /&gt;223. You keep your candidate number more secure than your social security number.&lt;br /&gt;224. You begin to form verbs using book titles, and use them often in everyday conversation.&lt;br /&gt;225. During the holiday break, instead of greeting you happily at the door, your family asks, "Who the hell are you?"&lt;br /&gt;226. You're late for graduation because you are sneaking around to do chem labs.&lt;br /&gt;227. Everything you notice everywhere seems to be ''ironic'' or ''symbolic'' of some deeper meaning or other.&lt;br /&gt;228. Your IB dropout friends from IB HL Math tell you that AP Calculus is a piece of cake, and you're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;229. Your elective is an AP and you feel like your IQ is declining rapidly while sitting in that class.&lt;br /&gt;230. You are intimately familiar with all the grading scales and manipulate them to exert the bare minimum effort.&lt;br /&gt;231. You finish your homework before midnight, but find some excuse to stay up until 3 AM ... like compiling this list, just because it makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;232. You can't watch a movie without organizing who knows what and how much time is passing.&lt;br /&gt;233. Forget your favorite band. The only good sounds after 10 PM are from Xerox, HP, or Lexmark.&lt;br /&gt;234. Every computer in your school has a strategically saved copy of some work you did. Furthermore, you know which computers they are and what you left there.&lt;br /&gt;235. Your history teacher is the one who reminds you your break starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;236. You go to school on senior skip day worrying about getting behind, and turns out, all your classmates are there too.&lt;br /&gt;237. You freak out about class-specific or music-related school trips because of all the class and work you will be missing. Four months in advance.&lt;br /&gt;238. You stay in class until the very last minute to make it onto the bus that you're taking with the soccer team to an away game, even though players were asked to leave class 30 mins early to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;239. You spend more time trying to decide when you'll do your homework than actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;240. You get nervous when you have free time.&lt;br /&gt;241. You spend more hours getting your CAS forms signed than the number of hours on written those forms, because you wait until the last minute to fill out the forms. Naturally; it would be a waste of time otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;AP students wet their pants when they see their workload.&lt;br /&gt;IB students wet their pants because they have no time to go to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/30490215-2406933577956602193?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-2138239750274655777</id><published>2010-02-28T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:56:38.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*tweets weakly*</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://twitter.com/jiawenteo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ditching Friendster for Facebook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now Blogger for Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm a very long-winded person (such that I spent the whole of yesterday writing 720 words for a piece of coursework where the word limit is 400 :S), I guess twitter can encourage me to be more concise by restricting the amount of words for each post, hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-2138239750274655777?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2138239750274655777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=2138239750274655777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2138239750274655777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2138239750274655777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/tweets-weakly.html' title='*tweets weakly*'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5514115115595955368</id><published>2010-02-26T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:50:10.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I wish I'm a good writer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I have more originality and creativity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can be in the snow with you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5514115115595955368?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5514115115595955368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5514115115595955368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5514115115595955368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5514115115595955368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-i-wish-im-good-writer.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-6454143730053199070</id><published>2010-02-26T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:10:06.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>snipets of conversation with Mandy that came into my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[on MSN]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: You know Angela? Today Dennis just described her as &lt;i&gt;satanic&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandy: *laughs* Hey did you realise it's kind of ironic? Describing ANGELa as satanic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *blank for a moment* OMG you're right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[during Maths lesson]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I don't get why we have so many rules for this chapter. I remember the names of the rules, like the Chain Rule and the Product Rule but I don't know the formulae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandy: Me neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I can't concentrate. I barely listened to the teacher's explanation just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandy: Same. The stuff he said just went into my right ear *makes some gestures* and went out from the left ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: That's better than me. Those stuff didn't even enter any of my ears, they just stayed in the atmosphere outside my ears, blocked by some kind of resistance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandy: Nice, Jia Wen... Nice!&lt;/div&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/30490215-6454143730053199070?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6454143730053199070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=6454143730053199070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6454143730053199070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6454143730053199070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/snipets-of-conversation-with-mandy-that.html' title='snipets of conversation with Mandy that came into my mind.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-2601937133179218491</id><published>2010-02-26T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:07:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-centred much?</title><content type='html'>I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in so many dilemmas and confusions.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost, I feel like I'm drowning.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being so indecisive all the time and unmotivated.&lt;div&gt;I need someone to talk to but it seems like everyone is busy, it seems like I'm the only one being too free at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simply put, I'm afraid of what lying ahead of me; I can't bear to make any wrong choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crying while listening to Turning Point by Raymond Lam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sentimental lyrics, the title which &lt;i&gt;kind of&lt;/i&gt; reflects the turning point of life and, not to mention his powerful voice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/30490215-2601937133179218491?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2601937133179218491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=2601937133179218491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2601937133179218491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2601937133179218491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sad.html' title='self-centred much?'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8054367262615123861</id><published>2010-02-23T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:01:02.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That matter bothers me for the whole day, and I'm sure I'll still keep thinking of it in days to come.I hate to admit that I'm jealous. I know I shouldn't feel this way, in fact I don't have the right to, but I just do.Maybe that's because I've never expected that, for all the while I thought things would be the same. I've never known that simply statement said (even without any evidence or proof) can create such an impact on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-8054367262615123861?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8054367262615123861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8054367262615123861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8054367262615123861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8054367262615123861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-matter-bothers-me-for-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-845188969094554079</id><published>2010-02-20T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:15:42.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>'Actually, I'm Not Happy'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQUZL9nCoUI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQUZL9nCoUI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed. She sings better than Linda Chung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-845188969094554079?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/845188969094554079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=845188969094554079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/845188969094554079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/845188969094554079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/actually-im-not-happy.html' title='&apos;Actually, I&apos;m Not Happy&apos;'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-4362025367495844426</id><published>2010-02-19T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:01:27.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me it's worth it.</title><content type='html'>这种苦尽甘来的滋味&lt;div&gt;我享受在其中&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-4362025367495844426?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4362025367495844426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4362025367495844426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4362025367495844426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4362025367495844426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-me-its-worth-it.html' title='tell me it&apos;s worth it.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5742777815379639653</id><published>2010-02-16T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:09:17.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lime green and white.</title><content type='html'>you know there's a time when you hear something nice from this special someone&lt;div&gt;it's just so memorable that you stay happy for about a week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's what I'm experiencing right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我想 我应该走出那阴影了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为这时候 我这才发觉 得到你的肯定 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;比任何事物来的重要。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5742777815379639653?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5742777815379639653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5742777815379639653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5742777815379639653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5742777815379639653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/lime-green-and-white.html' title='lime green and white.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-1688113800172300869</id><published>2010-02-14T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:17:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Before CNY.</title><content type='html'>1. Watched Raymond Lam receiving the Most Welcomed Male Singer for JSG 2009 on tv just now and that made my day! That's like.. what, my first time seeing him on screen this year haha. And I just couldn't stop smiling and laughing looking at his nervous look on stage as well as the expression when he nearly cried after getting that award. I saw Linda Chung too ;) she's pretty as usual, too bad she wasn't standing right beside to Raymond. &gt;:p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Spent the rest of the day watching some Taiwanese live shows, and got to know Rainie published a Japanese version of the song 'Ai Mei'. Downloaded it straight from the night and have been listening to it for a few times till now, but I still don't get the the meaning of the lyrics :S Just managed to pick up a few basic words like 'tomodachi', 'watashi', 'watashi tachi', 'au', 'yuki' 'suki' and 'eiga'... yeah I think that's all, from the entire song! :P haha faillll. Anyway that doesn't really sound like Japanese, the Mandarin version is still &lt;i&gt;wayyyyy&lt;/i&gt; better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Happy CNY and Valentine's Day all. I'm actually how everyone else is celebrating either or both of them. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-1688113800172300869?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1688113800172300869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1688113800172300869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1688113800172300869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1688113800172300869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-before-cny.html' title='A Day Before CNY.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-9015221294407727099</id><published>2010-02-12T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:55:42.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post picked up from the trash can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;worst day in school ever one hell of a hectic week getting locked in the library with Carla asking Jin for help in desperation rushing to the next lesson with my mind almost blank running to all parts of school after the lesson ended just to get my folio draft printed technology sucks the printer in the English IT room ran out of ink the one in Graphics was jammed due to overloading the ICT room was crammed with people waiting to print this is what happens when 80 students have to print the folios on A3 paper on the same day panic when things are out of my expectation and that’s what I call when shit happens worse thing is that I have to go home by bus everyday from school and catching the bus is crucial or I will have to wait till night time for the driver to come after fetching my dad from work this is life in Jakarta where traffic congestion is everywhere and only local people can drive freely and confidently on roads I’m not the only one complaining about school work compared to many others In fact I’m quite lucky to have most of the cw of other subjects done it did give me a shock when I got to know this classmate stayed in school from 2 in the evening right till 10 at night just to get her model done and to meet the deadline a few others came late to school several hours later just because they pulled an all nighter and slept only a few hours in the morning there’re even students who skived classes just to finish off their cw I know that I’m not the only one who has to go through this but seriously I’m tired and like any other human being I need some rest the last time I had 6 hours of sleep seems like ages ago every night I end up going to bed feeling all dizzy and lifeless it is as if I’m about to collapse anytime but has to keep going before this sleep never seemed so important to me it is true that one will only be appreciate sth when he begins to lose it sigh this is the start of the nightmare and it will continue as the condition worsens even music doesn’t help and I’m not able to daydream to escape from reality CNY of 2010 will sure be a very &lt;i&gt;memorable&lt;/i&gt; one as I won’t even get holidays but have to work on the longest piece of cw oh maybe I’ll still get angpaus it’s just that they contain marking criteria instead of money WTH how fun would that be sorry if you’re wondering why there aren’t any punctuation marks the reason is that I’m just back home and my brain’s too tired to even think of the right punctuation marks to insert in this whole chunk of paragraph believe it or not it’s up to you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-9015221294407727099?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/9015221294407727099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=9015221294407727099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/9015221294407727099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/9015221294407727099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-picked-up-from-trash-can.html' title='post picked up from the trash can.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-66249634218558247</id><published>2010-02-05T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:06:07.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>01. shit happens today, but your presence made all the difficulties more bearable.&lt;div&gt;02. omg it feels so great chatting with Paola on MSN again! We haven't chatted since she moved to Kuwait July last year. We're not really that close but still, I wish we're still classmates :( Really, I miss seeing her around in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-66249634218558247?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/66249634218558247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=66249634218558247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/66249634218558247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/66249634218558247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/01.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-1841438854827197485</id><published>2010-02-04T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:34:11.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Drizzling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QH_QG-Mt7ns&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QH_QG-Mt7ns&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I imagined what will it be like to walk with you in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether you prefer hot sunny days over that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-1841438854827197485?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1841438854827197485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1841438854827197485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1841438854827197485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1841438854827197485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-imagined-what-will-it-be-like-to-walk.html' title='It&apos;s Drizzling.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5775273106110933533</id><published>2010-02-04T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:28:14.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Everywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opposite attracts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16's the age of transformation. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Don't fall in love. You'd rather fall over the bridge, it hurts less.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find these so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been repetitively playing the remix Starstrukk for the past half an hour, loving the vocal bridge sung by Katy Perry so much. And I love how the song Don't Trust Me can fuse into it that nicely. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music's really the cure on one of those emotional days like this. I was doing this mental-blogging in Chinese on the bus ride just now about some personal matter, but bah, I'm just too lazy to type those characters out one by one. Tried typing the first line and I couldn't even get the right word that I wanted on the toolbar. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5775273106110933533?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5775273106110933533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5775273106110933533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5775273106110933533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5775273106110933533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-everywhere.html' title='You&apos;re Everywhere.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3113920809786594488</id><published>2010-01-26T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:44:34.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>Celebration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;'Escapism doesn't help to solve the problem but only makes things worse.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1600 hours - I really should be more optimistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm once again, turning emotional listening to some music and browsing through photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1830 hours - Music's my soul: it's the one and only element to soothe any emotional pain or calm me down when I'm panic. I've spent too long listening to Cantonese and English songs either because of the craze of dramas or friends' influence. Now that I start to listen those old Mandarin songs, I have this really different feeling which is indescribable. It's a sense of familiarity, as I can just pick up both the lyrics and the melody easily. And I love the feeling when a particular song is stuck in my head for a long time. My favourite Taiwanese singers at the moment are FIR and Ding Dang :) The genre of their music just suits me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2240 hours - I'm feeling all hyper and energetic now, although I've only slept for 3 hours for the past 2 days. You know what's the reason behind it?! I browsed through MORE of Raymond Lam's videos on youtube. His voice melts my heart, I can't believe I've been idolising him for.. more than 2 years, wee. I've watched snippets of 'New Breath of Love' which is a collaboration between Hk and China few years ago. The storyline doesn't appeal to me at all, plots are just average and the pace is too slow. I think most of the audience are attracted to it just because the several kissing scenes between Raymond and Tammy Chen (not sure whether she's from Taiwan or China)? Bah, I don't think some are appropriate anyway, like they come in at the wrong timings and seem, unnatural. Oh well, I'm not a fan of that drama that's all. The only thing I love about the drama after watching the summary video clips of it is Raymond's profession as an artist. :] I'm now loading another video clip about Raymond's childhood, heeee. :D I'm such a crazy fan girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-3113920809786594488?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3113920809786594488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3113920809786594488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3113920809786594488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3113920809786594488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/01/escapism-doesnt-help-to-solve-problem.html' title='Celebration.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8081582731158394953</id><published>2010-01-18T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:59:57.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choices: To study for mocks or to watch the few last episodes of tvb drama&lt;div&gt;Decision made: Spend 2 hours on watching dramas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benefits: Relax my mind by just watching Tavia Yeung on screen. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opportunity cost: Good results for exams/satisfaction etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, it's not that I don't care about mocks at all. In fact, I'm really panic for tomorrow's first paper. :S My target's to finish the entire exam paper with about 5 minutes for checking, but it's most likely not possible, considering my writing speed and thinking speed. Oh, and maybe I should include reaction time as well bahah. Anyway, I really do hope that these 2 weeks pass by quickly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I haven't logged into blogger for so long that I typed in my school computer username for it... so naturally, and only realised about that after it says Log in error. :O See I can be silly like that during the mocks season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-8081582731158394953?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8081582731158394953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8081582731158394953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8081582731158394953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8081582731158394953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2010/01/choices-to-study-for-mocks-or-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3114027913936165322</id><published>2009-12-23T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:49:54.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random, once again.</title><content type='html'>1. Now I know what's been missing from my life for the past several months - I've been missing out all the Asian Entertainment news! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatting with old buddies on msn really made my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like going to school after the Christmas break, cuz life's so much easier right now without studies! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I clicked on your profile picture on facebook.&lt;div&gt;And right after I viewed the enlarged version of it, I went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wth was wrong with me with being so crazy over you once before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, but you look almost like a retard now.&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/30490215-3114027913936165322?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3114027913936165322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3114027913936165322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3114027913936165322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3114027913936165322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-i-know-whats-been-missing-from-my.html' title='random, once again.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8993478978164517824</id><published>2009-12-17T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:57:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SypGn9pyQQI/AAAAAAAAB0k/lfMsNZ6uwD4/s1600-h/Never_let_you_go__by_nihilistka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SypGn9pyQQI/AAAAAAAAB0k/lfMsNZ6uwD4/s320/Never_let_you_go__by_nihilistka.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416219154245107970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold on to your dreams and never let them go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas break is here, &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last day of school was relaxing, I was entertained throughout the talent show and even enjoyed the 2 hours of lessons before that. Last year I used to dream that I'll be performing on the stage for the talent show some time in the future, I guess it's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since coming home, I've spent hours in front of the laptop, as usual -the only difference being that I don't have to rush through the process of completing any homework. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's a list of things I should do during the break:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up with the 2 popular TVB dramas which I haven't even started watching, which are Born Rich and Beyond the Realm of Conscience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue enjoying the series Gem of Life and Sweetness in the Salt (weird translation for the title :O) airing on the Taiwanese channel. I'd like to listen to Tavia speaking Cantonese rather than watching the drama with the Mandarin translation. :S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start making my menu or I can't finish it for sure if I leave it till Term 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start revising for Mocks in Jan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take more photographs, download more songs, watch more Youtube videos. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scan my laptop for viruses and trojans and cookies. I'm guessing I've got some of them from the school computers since I haven't been downloading many songs/videos recently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basically, chill as much as possible before the hectic year of 2010 starts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I know it well enough that I won't be able to do every single thing on that list, since I've only have 20 days of rest and I spend half of the day sleeping! (I'm such a pig that I'll sleep for nearly 12 hours everyday - this I can assure you). A few of the plans will have to be cancelled, &lt;s&gt;and those will be  Jia Wen's Opportunity Cost during the  Xmas Break, lol.&lt;/s&gt; I'll just have to be good in decision-making and see what's the best to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joke of the Week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(after Geography lesson where we learned about hazards)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen: You know what's the largest disaster in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;William: Typhoons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen: No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;William: I mean, hurricanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen: No. It's your &lt;i&gt;haircut&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahah I couldn't stop laughing after that while walking along the pathway! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(during the talent show)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr P: What kind of ball can't bounce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The right answer should be &lt;b&gt;snowball&lt;/b&gt; which is relevant to the Christmas celebration, but I heard a younger student shouting from the front row,'Mr Ball the Maths teacher!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Very creative indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Phuket from the 19th to the 23rd of December, can't wait to be at the beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I'm now in a dilemma. I feel like signing up on Tumblr for a new blog since its layout is simple yet appealing, and I prefer a private blog without any tagboard or chatbox for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'm unsure of whether I have the determination to keep posting there, considering that my schedule next year will be real hectic. Maybe I should only start a new blog @ Tumblr after June! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WebDiary on Livejournal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia wennnn.&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/30490215-8993478978164517824?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8993478978164517824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8993478978164517824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8993478978164517824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8993478978164517824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/12/relief.html' title='Relief.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SypGn9pyQQI/AAAAAAAAB0k/lfMsNZ6uwD4/s72-c/Never_let_you_go__by_nihilistka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-6543577311476496172</id><published>2009-12-07T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:03:22.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough.</title><content type='html'>I don't give a damn if I get less than 10% on Wednesday's test.&lt;div&gt;Unit after unit, it's always the same routine - trying hard at the last minute in order to absorb something for unit tests. Now that I realise, it's just not worth worrying and panicking over all the unit tests which I don't even have the slightest idea about. Since I've already lost interest in that subject a year ago, why do I still bother to put some effort in it? I could have spent the time to do more productive things, instead of wasting my time thinking of something that abstract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, if I fail miserably for the first time on this test, the teacher will be convinced to allow me to drop that damned subject in the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, yes.&lt;/i&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/30490215-6543577311476496172?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6543577311476496172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=6543577311476496172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6543577311476496172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6543577311476496172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/12/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-79474849858291313</id><published>2009-12-04T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:23:39.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Walking Zombieee.</title><content type='html'>I feel like updating my status on blogger, like what the others usually do on facebook, so here it goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hell tired right now because I'm just so sleep-deprived. Someone slept for more than 10 hours a day yet I'm only having an average of 4 to 5hours of sleep. You see, I can't even recall of who that 'someone' is, I've been really sleepy for the whole of today. :O And I'm going to school tomorrow from the morning till the afternoon for Graphics - I'm so fallen behind of schedule. Alright I'm not gonna complain about the workload, but it's just sad that I have wake up early on a Saturday morning, Yes, I call that early 'cause I usually wake up in the noon on Saturdays! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no idea how I ended up on blogger when I'm supposed to sleep now. I guess I just have the urge to express my feelings (annoyance and laziness actually) on the net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, I nearly got electrocuted while charging my laptop. I saw sparks coming out lol, and there was this buzzing sound which came from the switch. I dislike the mains electricity system (does this make any sense? I don't know the technical name -_-") in Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want term 1 of school to end. Call me a freak, but I prefer learning new topics and doing exercises in school rather than taking exam papers next year. I guess I'll miss Year11 life when it's over within 6 months time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-79474849858291313?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/79474849858291313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=79474849858291313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/79474849858291313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/79474849858291313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/12/walking-zombieee.html' title='Walking Zombieee.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3434127661943210908</id><published>2009-12-01T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:41:38.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Used to Think Life's all about Following the Logics.</title><content type='html'>Never hope for something unobtainable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- That's the logic, and also what I've been telling myself; but I just can't do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That feeling is taking over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-3434127661943210908?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3434127661943210908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3434127661943210908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3434127661943210908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3434127661943210908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-used-to-think-lifes-all-about.html' title='I Used to Think Life&apos;s all about Following the Logics.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3203496856242795257</id><published>2009-12-01T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:42:40.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monotonous.</title><content type='html'>I dislike the fact that...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone's having holidays while I still have 3 more weeks of school with hectic schedules.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm feeling nostalgic almost every night. There're always flashbacks in my mind, memories which I wish to relive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting friends that I miss can be that hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't talk to Johanna/Shu Shien/Zhen Ni etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the year's coming to an end. I'm not looking forward to 2010, seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm missing out so much: events, outings, dramas. You see, I can't even attend 6m/05 class gathering (if it's gonna be held).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't get certain incidents and people off my mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;changes happen every now and then. I know changes are inevitable, but at times I wish that everything could remain the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no mood to start on any school work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I just checked the timetable: PE tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/30490215-3203496856242795257?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3203496856242795257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3203496856242795257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3203496856242795257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3203496856242795257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/12/monotonous.html' title='Monotonous.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8951227686688421588</id><published>2009-11-19T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:25:01.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>I've Always Dreamt to be One of Them.</title><content type='html'>I wonder what'd happen if I had made another move 4 years ago.&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just trying hard to convince myself not to regret over the decisions made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreams seem so far away at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not posting proper blog posts anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-8951227686688421588?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8951227686688421588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8951227686688421588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8951227686688421588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8951227686688421588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-always-dreamt-to-be-one-of-them.html' title='I&apos;ve Always Dreamt to be One of Them.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-1352910842637722228</id><published>2009-11-12T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:33:25.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging using the phone for the first time. (:</title><content type='html'>Never had I thought that the schedule of next week will be filled with exams and coursework. 4 tests and 2 coursework due within a week, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. Worse thing is, most of the tests are on topics which I hardly understand, esp. AddMaths *double frown; whereas endless pieces of coursework require countless amount of time + energy + effort (there you go, I have even come up with an equation -_-). I already am stressed out by just the thought of doing them,can't imagine how I'll manage to complete them in time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a nerd now cuz all these problems about studies just keep on popping up in my mind all the time. It's exactly like how a trojan virus infects the hardware of a computer. Well, maybe it's inappropriate to compare my brain to a computer. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, these matters are so ever bothering and frustrating,  that I have to depend on music to soothe my mind from time to time. I've been listening to my mp4 player for about 4 times within 10 yesterday, i sang along the melodies of almost 30 songs. At that moment I just couldn't bring myself to do any work as my mind was blank and I was kind of on the verge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannn I'm whining again :P It's highly unlikely that I'll be able to meet the date lines of coursework and at time same time, revise for all tests. It's just a matter of comparison as to which is more important: Getting good grades for the school report, or obtaining higher marks for the igcse coursework. That leads to the decision-making of which aspects which I have to focus more on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's true that everything has a trade off, and an... Opportunity cost (I did mention earlier that my nerd mode is on now) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot note: why does it all have to be in next week? :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-1352910842637722228?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1352910842637722228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1352910842637722228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1352910842637722228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1352910842637722228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-using-phone-for-first-time.html' title='Blogging using the phone for the first time. (:'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3820637649333731974</id><published>2009-11-08T17:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:08:33.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>You're Never There.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Oh dear friend, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have no idea of how much I long &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;to meet you in person;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to spill all the problems which have been bothering me all the while; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to share with you the deepest secrets that have not been told before;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to see your smile of reassurance;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to communicate with you freely without any awkwardness or difficulties;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to know that I'm not forgotten by the world, that the loneliness will disappear and that there's a certain someone who cares about me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-3820637649333731974?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3820637649333731974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3820637649333731974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3820637649333731974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3820637649333731974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-never-there.html' title='You&apos;re Never There.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-27671065305235533</id><published>2009-11-08T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:45:41.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>Unrealistic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlLj6ijlyRY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlLj6ijlyRY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the Pain; how I wish it's that easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-27671065305235533?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/27671065305235533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=27671065305235533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/27671065305235533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/27671065305235533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/11/unrealistic.html' title='Unrealistic.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-1637810316232572950</id><published>2009-10-18T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:27:17.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>Cuz' I Don't Wish to Repeat the Same Mistake.</title><content type='html'>For once, I'm actually being protective over a friend, caring more about her feelings than my own. I could have expressed my discomfort, annoyance and anger about the whole matter. Instead, I didn't voice out any strong disagreement but tried to think of the situation from her perspective. Indeed, it's strange for me to do so. I'm unsure of whether that's because I have learnt to be more open-minded,  or I have become more rational and better at my anger-management. &lt;div&gt;Perhaps, it's not caused by any of those, but the fear of losing that certain friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-1637810316232572950?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1637810316232572950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1637810316232572950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1637810316232572950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1637810316232572950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuz-i-dont-wish-to-repeat-same-mistake.html' title='Cuz&apos; I Don&apos;t Wish to Repeat the Same Mistake.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3243592393380126239</id><published>2009-10-13T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:26:33.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never Easy.</title><content type='html'>Now I see why people often say that words are powerful.&lt;div&gt;A few lines of sentences which I cannot understand at all was enough to hypnotise and drain me for the entire hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ON HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be back blogging somewhere around December or January 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-3243592393380126239?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3243592393380126239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3243592393380126239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3243592393380126239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3243592393380126239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-back-yet.html' title='It&apos;s Never Easy.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3720682421330565434</id><published>2009-07-01T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:32:04.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>stressed-out-at-12.51am</title><content type='html'>Hold on for&lt;div&gt;FREAKING THREE MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL. (till sumer holidays.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously prefer to have more exams than to complete my coursework. I'm just crazy, it takes me almost twice the time to finish my work compared to the others. So much of energy, so much of thinking. Things just worsen when I can't even express what I understand in words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having language barriers sucks so much.&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/30490215-3720682421330565434?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3720682421330565434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3720682421330565434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3720682421330565434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3720682421330565434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressed-out-at-1251am.html' title='stressed-out-at-12.51am'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-6925665906028159303</id><published>2009-06-22T19:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:56:12.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>In This Short Period of Time.</title><content type='html'>Oh my god I need someone to chat with on MSN now.&lt;br /&gt;This frustration is killing me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.31am: I'm so sleepy now. I wonder has anyone died because of lack of sleep? I've done nothing before the evening other than listening to songs and scribbling. How was I supposed to do any of my homework in a bad mood? So yeah. Have to stay up till midnight to do a bit of work. I'm sure that I won't even compete any of the tasks but I'll try do fill in some of the bits. Why on earth do we students have so much coursework due in the last week of school! Isn't the last week of school supposed to be relaxing and fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really don't want Year 10 to end. the next Year will just be tough, more coursework of endless words and mocks. Right now I want to watch movies such as Transformers and Confessions of a Shopaholic (omg that's aired so long ago but I haven't got any chances to watch it!) Not to forget the 4 TVB dramas awaiting me. What to do, I'll have to wait for another dreadful week for those enjoyments. :S&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 days more and so many students and a few teachers are leaving. I'm so gonna miss Ms Smith, Khoa, Daniel, Paola, DJ, Lucy, Malvin and the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward to Year 11. I'm hoping for a really nice tutor next year (the tutor I'm having now is great and I actually hope that she'll continue teaching our group). There's class streaming for Science and there's a high possibility that I won't have the same teachers next year - which is just sad. I enjoy my Science classes this year and I think I've got the best teachers. Besides, I can also work well with those classmates, it's just good to have either Carla or/and Adeline as working partners for experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed. Hopefully I'm lucky enough to get what I wish for :)&lt;/div&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/30490215-6925665906028159303?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6925665906028159303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=6925665906028159303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6925665906028159303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6925665906028159303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-always-brighten-up-my-day.html' title='In This Short Period of Time.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-1870459916480088805</id><published>2009-06-19T21:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:22:59.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>The Craze Has Not Ended Thankgod.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fungforever.net/html/2009_image/090617/500pix/9.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fungforever.net/html/2009_image/090617/500pix/12.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fungforever.net/html/2009_image/090617/500pix/17.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally screaming in astonishment in front of my computer screen after looking at Raymond Lam's golden hair. For a minute I thought it was super cool to have golden hair and I would like to dye mine like his hohoho! After looking at it for several times later, I still prefer the hair colour black, or brunette. Undeniable, his new look was fresh to me still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 3rd album 'Let's Get Wet' was released on the 15th June and I already have all those songs stored in my computer! :) I haven't been checking his news lately, and the feeling of seeing him on the internet after so long was indescribable. My sister was kind of speechless seeing how crazy I was yesterday, logging on to so many websites at a time: youtube, e-news, tvb, forums etc. - you name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I switched on the channel TVB8 and waited for the whole hour for his news. In the end there was nothing about him but quite a long section about this Mainland actor called 林一峰. Whenever that guy's name was mentioned I would turn my gaze from facing the laptop to the TV screen. My dad was wondering why would I be interested to know about that guy from China (who is obviously not that good-looking), he was laughing so hard after I told him I heard the wrong name and assumed him to be Lam Fung. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to check the MTV channel, but my dad switched it to some sports channel. So yeah, didn't get to see him on TVon that day -but I'm sure the chance will come since (as you know) I'm such a determined fan LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before ending this post, I'd like to share my favourite picture of his first concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjytG-E0czI/AAAAAAAAB0U/C0orxneYQwA/s1600-h/0618_00282_004b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjytG-E0czI/AAAAAAAAB0U/C0orxneYQwA/s320/0618_00282_004b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349340792663339826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks great in that picture, although he did remind me a bit about magicians. It's a lil disappointing that Kelly Yap thinks the suit is just weird and he looks ugly. Oh well oh well. Nobody can dampen my high spirits towards him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It won't be my blog if there's not a single picture of Raymond Lam,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-1870459916480088805?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1870459916480088805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1870459916480088805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1870459916480088805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1870459916480088805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-literally-screaming-in.html' title='The Craze Has Not Ended Thankgod.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjytG-E0czI/AAAAAAAAB0U/C0orxneYQwA/s72-c/0618_00282_004b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-1949136608529728276</id><published>2009-06-18T22:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:57:45.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY LAURA TAN JIA JIA :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQxhPRmI/AAAAAAAAB0E/AiD5DN0HqOc/s1600-h/196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQxhPRmI/AAAAAAAAB0E/AiD5DN0HqOc/s320/196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681254114903650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merentas Desa in Form 3, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQ6bpDLI/AAAAAAAABz8/MQzePnYMX_g/s1600-h/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQ6bpDLI/AAAAAAAABz8/MQzePnYMX_g/s320/150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681256507346098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first ever birthday outing in 2007 @Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQqJ202I/AAAAAAAABz0/2b3ymnxb6uA/s1600-h/093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQqJ202I/AAAAAAAABz0/2b3ymnxb6uA/s320/093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681252137784162" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQTdFwSI/AAAAAAAABzs/63Yv0LEGr3Y/s1600-h/086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQTdFwSI/AAAAAAAABzs/63Yv0LEGr3Y/s320/086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681246044438818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah Chee's birthday party in Form 2, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpX4P7tXEI/AAAAAAAAB0M/IxQjhdHGrzE/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpX4P7tXEI/AAAAAAAAB0M/IxQjhdHGrzE/s320/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348684131317144642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo taken on Miss Kama's last day in Seafield, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 and the first half of 2008 are (and will always be) the most precious years to me. Whenever I recall of those interesting happenings that I had been through in those two years, several people will just pop into my mind, and one of them is Laura Tan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's her birthday yet I'm unable to celebrate it with her, nor to buy any gifts for her. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16 LAURA TAN JIA JIA,&lt;/span&gt; the girl who's exactly 5 months older than me and has the same name as my sister &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(bahahah)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laura's one of the first few friends I got to know when I first went into 1 Amanah in 2006.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's the friend who can put up with me no matter how annoying I seemed to be. As far as I can remember, we never argue or quarrel over any topics. Even if we did so, she must be one one being tolerant to fulfill my requests.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One remarkable thing that I can think of right now is that she NEVER ever complained when I kept on bugging her with my Raymond Lam craze. Never. How lovely can she be right, lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, she's also my partner in Pandu Puteri (along with Yip Kei, Jie Yi and Jie Yinn) who kept me accompanied for most of the time during school activities. Now when I think of it, it's actually fun marching together under the blazing sun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Form 1, we used to dislike the same teacher and criticised about her all day long. Once during her lesson, she heard our criticism about her and insisted us to repeat our words. As an obedient student, I could tell that Laura was quite scared of getting herself into troubles. We just ended up laughing along with other friends after the teacher left hahah. *I bet Laura knows which teacher I'm referring if she's reading this. Well, if she doesn't really get it, here's the hint: That teacher's the one who couldn't remember my name after teaching me for the whole year and kept on referring me as 'the blue-eyes girl', ugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laura's one of the most obedient students, ranking after Sok Kuan lol. I used to borrow her English essays once or twice in Form 3 as reference when I had to rush through my homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's also so good at participating in plays for oral exams. Once, someone joked that her mother is a movie director or something, and I really believed in that haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey, here's a funny point that I can think of! A few other friends and I loved teasing her when there's this guy (whose nickname's Big Head) had a crush on her. Now I'm wondering whether that guy's in the same class as her this year. ;P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laura's a huge fan of David Archuleta (it's exactly like how I'm obsessed with Raymond Lam as so you know..). When I was with Zhen Ni and Sarah in Sunway Pyramid someday in April, she was somewhere outside the mall supporting for Archie lol. I think you'd probably guess that fact right - it was the day which David Archuleta visited KL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Have a fab birthday Laura, and I wish you the best in everything you do. Enjoy school life to the max and hopefully you get to meet more of David Archuleta. Keep me posted on whatever interesting that's happening in Seafield (which I'm missing out currently), alright? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ily &lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Jia wen.&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/30490215-1949136608529728276?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1949136608529728276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1949136608529728276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1949136608529728276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1949136608529728276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-16th-birthday-laura-tan-jia-jia.html' title='HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY LAURA TAN JIA JIA :)'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjpVQxhPRmI/AAAAAAAAB0E/AiD5DN0HqOc/s72-c/196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-796422934613509459</id><published>2009-06-14T23:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:13:47.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camwhore Sessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Post Exams Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 14th 2009, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S&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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjYsUTq0T8I/AAAAAAAABzc/BGJJD9xNTo8/s1600-h/355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjYsUTq0T8I/AAAAAAAABzc/BGJJD9xNTo8/s320/355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347510334937911234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOBODY's birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went to PIM on Saturday for dinner and we just decided to buy that Tiramisu cake for celebrating dad's first anniversary in Jakarta (wth?) and that my exams were over. Nah those were reasons we made up after eating the cake. The actual fact was that there was discount for buying that piece of cake lol. Haha I have such typical Asian family who never says no to promotions and discounts. :P By just buying a simple cake we're contributing to the cashflow in the market  - sorry man, Economics was my last test paper (if you get what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, my exams have officially, finally ended on last Friday. I was so much relaxed after that. Right after I reached home I just logged on Facebook and MSN and whatever forums and blogs that I could think of in my head. Yes, I stayed in front of the computer screen for many hours straight before I even bathed. How crazy can that be right! I told you I'm a lifeless Internet addict. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, most of the subjects were fine, I made so many guesses just to fill in the blanks for most of the papers and was rushing for English and Geography papers. Maths was an exception though, it's so-damned-freaking-incredibly-extremely hard (sorry, please bear with me for those itensifiers). Ugh I'm failing that for sure since I only did about half of the questions, now I'm hoping to get more than 30%. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this 'special' happening during Geography exam. When I first got that paper, I got a lil panicked after looking at the great amount of questions and page numbers. I ended up repeating similar answers for the first 2 questions as I didn't read the first one properly. Not wanting to waste time erasing those long answers, I raised my hand and asked the invigilator whether there's an extra question paper for me to redo everything. He didn't really get what I mean since I never do a good job expressing myself well in words. Instead of fulfilling my requests, he gave me a blank piece of lined-paper for working. :O In the end I just had to ignore the repeated answers as there was not enough time. The paper lasted for 2 hours and I was the last one who walked out of the hall. Guess what comments did I get from the teacher? "Well done, you managed to finish on time!" haha. How supportive she is to all the students. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other subjects went pretty smoothly I guess, and Maths was so horrible that I don't want to think of it now. Let's just skip through the exam topic then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many plans after exams actually! Those would include catching up with about 6 movies that I missed (bought those DVDs since ages but just kept them aside), watching 3 &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; TVB dramas, download tons of songs, edit hundreds of pictures, and not to forget reading reviews of mobile phones on the net! I'm ready to ditch my old phone which has accompanied me for more than 3 years and get a new one, but still can't make a decision of which to buy. There's always something going into my way, like some have price levels that are way too high, the styles of a few don't suit my taste, and most of the decent-looking ones can't be used to access Wi-fi. Gosh why am I so indecisive! I'll have to decide on that before late-July! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15th June 2009, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 papers were back: Music, Chemistry and English. All the teachers are so efficient that I believe within days, the full results will be in the students' hands. Oh well, A's and B's are satisfying for those 3 papers, but I could have done a better job in English. :S Looking at the bright side, there're always improvements in the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjYsUnMbTII/AAAAAAAABzk/UIeCXoWATM0/s1600-h/353.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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjYsUnMbTII/AAAAAAAABzk/UIeCXoWATM0/s320/353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347510340179152002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; I'm right here waiting for the chance,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bleak and dim things turn out to be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez here's a random fact about that photo: I look like a zombie who's listening to some alien musics under the artificial light! :P Maybe I should like, 'cartoonise' myself and see how much alike I am to an alien, or a zombie - I can't even clearly differentiate their looks. :) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Should I put up a Cbox, or what?&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-796422934613509459?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/796422934613509459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=796422934613509459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/796422934613509459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/796422934613509459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-exams-celebration.html' title='Post Exams Celebration'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SjYsUTq0T8I/AAAAAAAABzc/BGJJD9xNTo8/s72-c/355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-5877626527063603886</id><published>2009-05-30T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:36:05.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny :)</title><content type='html'>Shit, the last thing I want before my exams is to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, super lazy to attend school for the Country Fair. It just reminds me of the last Carnival Day in Seafield. That was in 2006, I can still remember the Haunted House prepared by 5A and my sister was crying terribly in it. Uh. :/ Oh I even helped to sell 'cucuk' with Pn Norzaina at the stall of 1 Amanah haha. I can't really remember that much about that day anymore, all I know is that the Country Fair tomorrow wouldn't be the same. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally, hopelessly addicted to the internet, minimum 2 to 3 hours in a day are spent in front of the computer screen. And I have homesick man, how to study in such conditions! Whenever I flip through the pages of my book, I'll naturally think about my friends who're having their holidays and I will not be bothered to study. Fine that's not called homesick, maybe it should be called schoolsick or whatsoever. Pfft, now I'm off to watch television!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5877626527063603886?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5877626527063603886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5877626527063603886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5877626527063603886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5877626527063603886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/05/itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny.html' title='Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny :)'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3417078044301885866</id><published>2009-05-29T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:41:06.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>What's the Opposite of Hope?</title><content type='html'>It's always like that: whenever something good happens, another terrible thing will be lying ahead. Whenever I just start to gain some confidence and self-esteem, some unexpected incidents will just ruin everything. Yesterday was the greatest day of the week; today everything just went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the tears have been always the hardest part for me. I guess I should feel lucky that I didn't break down in school today. That's some kind of accomplishment to me. Seriously, I'm so vulnerable that sometimes I think my tears will eventually pale my iris colourless. That's such a silly thought to you I might say, but I remember reading that statement somewhere in a book - I think that's why the thought just came to me that naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable that I could still fake a smile in front of the public - even when practically everything's gone wrong; even when I felt helpless deep inside and I needed someone to spill everything out. I do know that I've friends who are always there for me, but they would hardly understand the problem that I'm facing. Moreover, it's been my problem since forever that I suck at expressing my thoughts in verbal words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see, Friday is always not my day, not when the 3 hardest subjects are arranged together after one another. Japanese lesson after lunch was the only thing I really enjoyed, it just had the power to calm myself down. Watching short funny video clips in class did help, it diverted my mind from most of the problems. Even the teacher played the role of keeping everyone entertained and not to fall asleep. He understands how sleepy we feel during the last period. So yeah, I was kind of cheered up by the end of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm, again, starting to worry about Monday next week. Hopefully nobody gets annoyed over the serious shit I've done. How I wish that I can take critism with an open mind, without caring much of what the others think of me. I wonder why am I different from everyone else sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams (which everyone takes it seriously since weeks ago) are coming in a week's time, yet I already see no hope in certain subjects, especially complusory subjects like Maths. I really need to be motivated right now to start studying for serious. But I keep on getting distracted by non-important things like Facebook or my camera or my phone or even a blank piece of paper, oh gosh. I'm in a holiday mood right now, which is so terrible. It's as if I were still in Seafield and that I've just finished my tests with the other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind needs adjustment. God bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-3417078044301885866?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3417078044301885866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3417078044301885866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3417078044301885866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3417078044301885866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-opposite-of-hope.html' title='What&apos;s the Opposite of Hope?'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3778308073210521711</id><published>2009-05-24T23:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:37:19.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Allowed To Skive D:</title><content type='html'>Take a gun with style and, shoot me on the head please.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to sleep but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I spent the whole day on English homework so now I don't have the time to complete Economics... coursework draft. 1363 words done, hundreds more to go D: The worst coursework of all subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/211/e/2/Swim_by_tearsjamchains.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this HUGE picture scare the hell out of you? (I basically copied and pasted it from somewhere else instead of uploading it - this explains its humungous size).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did to me, I'm participating the Swimming Gala tomorrow and it'll be the worst nightmare. Well, let's have a look at Mandy's MSN personal message and you'll understand it all:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The One Who Sees The Future of Tomorrow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I predict that tomorrow, there will be a sudden epidemic of sick children with colds or other ailments. Swimming gala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you're just like me and can hardly understand her wide range of vocabulary used, continue and read on my long-winded explanation then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, NOBODY is looking forward to Swimming Gala. About a quarter of the girls are bringing notes from their parents for excusing them from taking part, a few are skipping the whole day of school because of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even those who are active in sports prefer to have lessons on instead of participating with full spirit. D: Imagine every student in the Secondary School will be assembled around the swimming pool in swimming gears, with teachers and friends watching around. :/ *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Pray that I won't drown in the swimming pool LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Back to Economics coursework,&lt;br /&gt;*yawn again* Jia Wen xx&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/30490215-3778308073210521711?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3778308073210521711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3778308073210521711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3778308073210521711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3778308073210521711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoot-me-please-on-head.html' title='I&apos;m Not Allowed To Skive D:'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8478190427554979142</id><published>2009-05-20T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:37:55.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>[L] is for Love and [M] stands for Miss.</title><content type='html'>This long post is a dedication to:&lt;br /&gt;Lee Shu Shien ;D who's the dearest friend of mine for nearly 9 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY SWEET 16!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Highlights of the Key Moments Spent With Lee Shu Shien:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( that sounds familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to my English homework instruction :S )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;/span&gt; - I got to know you in this Chinese tuition (as most of the people know, Lick Hung students' lives were mostly occupied with tuition classes.. ah, those days!). We were at first quite distant, always had to think hard on common topics to chat about. Due to certain reasons (which I'm still not clear of lol), you seemed to have a bad impression of me. I was considered fortunate as that didn't last long. As innocent young children (:D) we started sending each other cards and stickers and lovely notes. Honestly, I don't think I have most of them kept properly. (As an 8-year old kid back then, I was so unorganised. I'm never an organised person anyway...) But I can still recall of the cartoon characters on those stickers eg Doraemon and Hello Kitty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I even received a Pooh soft toy with my horoscope sign from you, as my birthday present in the year! I'm still keeping that and I shall upload its photos next time ;] Aww, now I feel like reliving my childhood. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt; - Both our classes were located in Block C and were isolated from all the other Standard 3 classes. Perhaps due to that, we started hanging out sometimes during recesses and often went over to each others' classes in the morning before lessons started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was once we chatted about experiences of being caned by the horrible assistant headmistress (whom I still don't really like till today :P). She caned me twice in that year, once was because I shouted while running along the corridor, while the other time was because I stepped on the damned grass in certain areas. In your case, your were caned once just because as the class monitor, you had to be responsible for the noisiness of your class. Ridiculous reasons right... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident that I remember is that both us had to attend some kinds of training for the Malay story-telling competition. We had the same story to memorise, which contents have something to do with a bird, lol. We would wait for each other in the morning and walked together to the teacher's staff room. The trainings were absolutely rewarding as we both won medals in that competition. I don't mean to boast, but it could be once in a lifetime for me to get the 4th position in a story-telling competition. When I think about it now, it seems unbelievable for me to have the courage to speak on stage last time. I wouldn't be able to that now sadly :(  There's something that's changed, be it the self-esteem or confidence or self-consciousness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday gifts from you in that year - secret code set and my first English novel Bad Girls by Jacqueline Wilson, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt; - The connection between us became closer as we both joined the school choir. Choir practices in the mornings and during Saturdays would not be such fun without you. (: Other than that, I was somehow chosen to be the class monitor in that year. That actually created more chances for us to hang out together, since we could stand side-by-side during assembly and walk together to the principle's office to retrieve forms. We even spent our lunch time in school together sometimes. I still remember how we complained once, that we should get extra pocket money from our parents for bringing our lunch boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent uncountable text messages to each other in that year, mostly forwarded messages in Chinese. There's this day I received your sms saying something like, 'I'm drawing something for you' and was immediately inspired to give you a drawing back in return ahah. The next afternoon, while your mum kindly sent me back home from some classes that I can't remember, we exchanged our masterpieces in her car. You were sitting in the front seat at that time and had to turn back to pass me your drawing of a flower in blue pen. I think I drew something in crayon on a drawing paper, and I deliberately folded the paper to avoid the drawing from being exposed. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also passed this pink book of mine (which was supposed to be an autograph book at first?) during tuitions and wrote lovely notes in it alternately. We're such cool kids that knew to make full uses of the glittering/coloured pens haha. The habit of passing books with notes in them continued for the few years later and I appreciate all your effort in writing those! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt; - Standard 5 was quite a busy year in primary school I guess. We attended more tuition classes together and did our homework together for most of the time. (Science tuition classes right after school on Wednesdays and Malay classes on Friday nights! -I'm surprised by myself for having such good memory lol). I can't really think of special incidents that happened in that year right now. All I can recall is that you made apurplish blue crystal bracelet for me as my 11th birthday present, which I still have it in my room. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt; - Despite UPSR, we had wonderful times in school throughout the whole year. After and before school trainings were not as boring with our jokes and daily chats. We skipped one of the training sessions about General Knowledge in the afternoon and chose to do our homework in the canteen. When the teacher walked past us after the session, we were both explaining how tired and lazy we were, lol. Staying after school in the canteen, we used to buy lots of snacks eg seaweeds and crackers and popcorns. We even shared a big cup of Coke as it's cheaper compared to buying 2 small cups of that, haha. Months before our exam, I remember myself snatching your Maths Exercise book as a prank. I initially planned to return it before leaving school (I swear its true) but I accidentally brought it back home. On the next morning you had to rush through your homework in school and I could do nothing but apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same year we both were so crazily obsessed over Cyndi Wang and Jolin (that's only for me lol). Because of comparisons between our idols, we had small fights via the internet and I even challenged you for their pictures. Fortunately that didn't affect our friendship much. Not longer after that, we were enthusiastically telling each other about our secret admirers and crushes in school haha. That was such a HUGE topic since my list just went on and on... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays during November, I received the news of you deciding to study in Singapore. My heart really sank at that time, as the first thing came into mind was that we couldn't see each other everyday anymore. Before that, I have foreseen that both of us would study in Catholic High School lol. As farewell presents, you bought me Jolin Tsai's poster and 2006 calender from the booths in Time Squares. Honestly speaking, we weren't that close in 2006 as each of us was busy adapting to our new secondary lives, not to mention that we both were drifted far apart. :(&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, we still had gatherings though, and that's when we had the chance to exchange information and experiences of what's going on in each's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Shien, you have endless exams while I have endless coursework. We both are equally lifeless, lol. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;All the best in everything you do and chase for your dreams :)&lt;br /&gt;We should really spend a long time (by this I mean at least a week hoho) together after your O levels :D&lt;br /&gt;If we manage to stay this close for the next 10 - 20 years, let's travel the world together! Haha that's such a, distant wish? Oh well. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/30490215-8478190427554979142?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8478190427554979142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8478190427554979142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8478190427554979142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8478190427554979142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-is-for-love-and-m-stands-for-miss.html' title='[L] is for Love and [M] stands for Miss.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-7877763450207203164</id><published>2009-05-12T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:39:40.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. All my friends (excluding BIS students) are having their Mid-year examinations while I have the great opportunity to enjoy my Geography field trip today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When their exams end after 3 whole miserable weeks, my end-of-year test will begin soon. At the same time, they get to enjoy their holidays which last for one week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. After my tests end, I will finally have 2 months off for summer holidays but that's when their Julymonthly test will start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summarise the above in less than 20 words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have tests going on during MY holidays and I have my exams during THEIR holidays.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame the wrong-timing/different school schedules/fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The song 4ever is stuck in my head since forever LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm turning cranky due to all the coursework,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-7877763450207203164?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7877763450207203164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=7877763450207203164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7877763450207203164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7877763450207203164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/05/aww-this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5359887068762017526</id><published>2009-05-03T00:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:51:45.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Brooding Over the Not So Tiny Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SgFwJGi9TUI/AAAAAAAABzM/EFDb-Y6y8Kc/s1600-h/Alien_by_chibixestella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SgFwJGi9TUI/AAAAAAAABzM/EFDb-Y6y8Kc/s320/Alien_by_chibixestella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332666735461748034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I guess I've become more like an alien now. Not as cute as the one above, but we still have certain similarities - being abnormally skinny is one of the them. :P Haha. I don't know how I've survived for the past 10 days with not more than &lt;u&gt;5 hours&lt;/u&gt; of sleep each night. 10 days is not the end of it yet, I think I'm staying awake till 1am everyday till next week. I have so much homework to catch up: 3 to 4 chapters of Add Maths, 1 chapter of Music, a bit of Geography... you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was the most lifeless day ever. I sat in front of the computer, my butt glued to the chair from 1.30pm till midnight. The only time I got to get off the computer was during lunch and dinner. Till that day, I finally knew how tired the eyes can be facing the computer screen for long hours, and I'm reconsidering about what types of jobs I want to have in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so impatient and grumpy right now.&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my homework instead of typing all of these.&lt;br /&gt;I'm to lazy to think so every sentence  just start with the word 'I'.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, desperately, need more sleeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like a zombie with all the pimples popping out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Below is actually something I wrote in the middle of frustration last Saturday. Initially I wanted to save this as a draft for myself. But as you see, this blog is getting empty and dead, so I shall just post whatever I write, no? As a reader, you have the choice to read or ignore it. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd May 2009&lt;/u&gt; xx&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I might pass on the stress in me to you if you're reading this. I sound weird but yeah, everything's all about schoolwork which, I bet you aren't interested in knowing about it. At this moment I just need somewhere to ramble and complain and, basically get myself some rest from this pile of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doomed. 9 pieces of homework have to be done over the weekends, a few of them might be overdue, I'm not sure. I have nobody else to blame but myself, for rushing through everything at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There' re major coursework for Chemistry, Biology and Graphics Product waiting on the list. All of these require researching on the internet, and are very time-consuming. What I mean by the term time-consuming, is that it usually takes up more than 5 hours (which is the amount of my sleeping time =.=). Guess what, all three pieces of coursework actually sum up to 100% in the GCSE, isn't that... scary. The one for Graphics Product is the most important of all, and I'm still cracking my head for ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My article-hunting for Economics isn't done yet, although I've started it since ages. Boohoo I just constantly slack off halfway, really can't be bothered to read every single pieces of writing I found in details. Analysis (for both articles and experiments) is something I dislike, as I am just bad at expressing myself in words. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But hey, I am good at crapping when I'm in this kind of mood you see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the topic indirectly links to English essay, which is another task that has to be done. This is actually not as bad and boring as the other coursework which needs all the researching work. The topic given is creative, but I guess I'm just too boring and 'linear' to do that kind of stuffs. I mean, I think of the logic all the time, so everything I write often turn out to be something too factual. So much time is also wasted for making up and structuring certain sentences, sometimes I even need the help of an electronic dictionary or translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is yet to be announced. *clears throat* My class will be giving a talk on the topic Indonesia for the assembly on 14th May! Which means, I have to do more research on Indonesia and speak in the public. It's a must. Oh god oh god, I tell you I'm gonna freak out and stammer all the time (as usual?). I really don't want to make a fool of myself in front of the students and teachers. D: God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, on the 11th of this month I'm going on my first ever field trip to the Cimacan River, which is situated somewhere near Puncak mountain (I think, not sure about the places in Jakarta). At least that's something to look forward, right? I hope that both the bus journey and the trip will be great. Till then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alienic nerd or nerdy alien?&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/TEOJIA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5359887068762017526?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5359887068762017526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5359887068762017526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5359887068762017526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5359887068762017526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/05/brooding-over-not-so-tiny-things.html' title='Brooding Over the Not So Tiny Things'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SgFwJGi9TUI/AAAAAAAABzM/EFDb-Y6y8Kc/s72-c/Alien_by_chibixestella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-7915993285211441227</id><published>2009-04-20T22:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:07:40.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>School Again. I Want More Dramas!</title><content type='html'>I'm back to school again, after 2 weeks of enjoyable holidays. My visit to Malaysia wasn't as perfect as what I imagined earlier, but it's indeed quite good in general. I think I have more freedom and a better lifestyle in my own country after all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took about 150 photos teehee, but they are not loaded to my laptop YET due to my laziness. If you're reading till this point, you should be able to know that this isn't the proper post about the trip. The proper update about that will be up in a month time, as I'm recently busy reading reviews on mobile phones and also, constantly distacted by facebook. I wish I could have another month of holidays...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While staying at my aunt's house in Malaysia, I've finished watching:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vixstar1314.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/a-journey-called-life0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Journey Called Life. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://virtuesofharmony.net/blog/journey_look.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this drama seems impressive to me, so I'd rate it 7/10. The different types of conflicts and climaxes arise throughout the series manage to bring out the the theme that life is never easy - you have to overcome the endless obstacles to achieve a certain something. There's no such thing known as a 'short route' that leads to success or personal satisfaction. Fala Chen and Raymond Wong (psst that's not Lam Fung okay!) had to suffer in the end because of their greed for both wealth and status. Fala's suicide scene was actually so heartbreaking that I couln't bear to see it. Having a wrong belief, she sacrificed everything (including herself and her baby), yet did not get anything she hoped for in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Linda Chung's scenes with Steven Ma, they're pretty sweet together. (To me, she's more compatible to Steven instead of Raymond!) There're two parts which are my favourite scenes: One is when Linda and Steven were sobbing so badly over their baby's mortality (the term infant mortality reminds me of Geography lol). I personally think that Linda's crying was more convincing and moving, as Steven was more a cool character who preferred to hide his expressions for most of the time. Another one is the ending part, where a marathon was used to symbolise life. That is, again, linked to the name of the drama. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another drama series that I've finished is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tvbtorrent.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/forensic-heroes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forensic Heroes I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually watch this after the sequel, Forensic Heroes II, heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first watched the sequel, I thought the storylines were pretty good and couldn't understand why the Hong Kong audience complained about it. After finishing Forensic Heroes I, I get their points. In Forensic Heroes I, the focus was more on the complicated cases rather than the romance of different couples. Linda Chung was just so cute in this drama, and her screentime was way longer! I think I'm in love with Frankie Lam after in this drama. Too bad he's old and married now. (Hey, I just realised that he has the same surname as Lam Fung :3 ) Another thing that I really like about this drama is the theme song! It's slow and sad, which makes it suitable for me to listen when I'm moody. I'm just going to search and download it from some sites later. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I got myself a few other TVB series from Malaysia! These include &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emergency Units&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweetness In the Salt &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Building Blocks of Life&lt;/span&gt;! You know I've been missing out so much for the past 7 months in Jakarta, so it;s not that surprising when I went all bubbly and happy. DVDs cannot be transported from one country to another - this I know. Fortunately, I have cousins who downloaded these series from the net. All I had to do was transferring these files from my their computer to my brother's laptop. A big big thankyou to them, really :) They're all being kind and generous to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hunting for a new handphone recently! I've been using my Nokia 6230 since ages! I was in form 1 when I first used that. So, let's see.. that would be in the year of 2006. Isn't that long? Now I've lost track of the popular models sold in the market. I can't even decide whether to buy a Nokia or Sony Erricsson phone :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samsung Omnia i900&lt;/span&gt; caught my attention when I was in Pacific Place Mall, but there're certain flaws about that. One of them is that the stylus doesn't fir in the phone, it's hung like some kind of accessories.. That makes it seem so uncool and easier to scratch :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(omg now I feel like I'm writing for my coursework or something! Okay this is long and I guess I shall stop here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digitgeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/omnia1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please recommend me some phones with affordable prices! Anyone, please and thankyou :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Missing Seafield,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/30490215-7915993285211441227?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7915993285211441227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=7915993285211441227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7915993285211441227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7915993285211441227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-again-i-want-more-dramas.html' title='School Again. I Want More Dramas!'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-3338444327048002212</id><published>2009-04-07T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:02:16.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>No Changes Please.</title><content type='html'>I'm updating in the Jakarta Soekarno airport. One more hour and I'll be heading to KL!&lt;br /&gt;Ah I'm so gonna grab the Chinese newspaper in MAS, haven't read that for ages mann.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to redo my to-do (and buy)-list in the airplane. I've done one few months ago and lost it recently. Aye, very typical of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of my last-minute packing was done yesterday, it feels like going to Malaysia for a short trip rather than returning home you know. I guess I already got used to the environment in Jakarta, spending hours in the car is no more a big deal. (hold on, emergencies will be exceptional cases of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I spent hours searching for my old handphone SIM card, as I'm gonna use it right after I arrive there. That SIM card was actually dumped aside somewhere in the mess of my room for months since August :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet all the old friends whom I miss so much! Sadly, everyone's so busy with school and tuition classes and co-curricular activities. Form 4 students are never free I guess. I haven't really planned where and when to hang out with the close friends yet, it's pretty hard to arrange everything since each has different schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, my plane is boarding. Real soon! Have to go, real updates soon! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(by this I actually mean in a month time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Malaysia Truly Asia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/30490215-3338444327048002212?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3338444327048002212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3338444327048002212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3338444327048002212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3338444327048002212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-changes-please.html' title='No Changes Please.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-4686269729215132915</id><published>2009-03-30T18:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:49:09.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>What Do You Think of Yourself?</title><content type='html'>Copied this tag from Jye Er's blog :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules :&lt;br /&gt;- Pick your birth month&lt;br /&gt;- Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you .&lt;br /&gt;- Bold (or italicize) the best apply to you .&lt;br /&gt;- Copy to your own blog , with all twelve months .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills.Talk ative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties instudy ing. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a November baby (An early reminder that my birthday falls on the 18th):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a lot of ideas. &lt;i&gt;[depending on what the topics are actually]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Difficult to fathom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinks forward.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unique and brilliant. &lt;i&gt;[I hope so]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extraordinary ideas.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sharp thinking.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fine and strong clairvoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Can become good doctors.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt; [I'm scared of blood, internal organs disgust me]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dynamic in personality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secretive. Inquisitive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Knows how to dig secrets.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always thinking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Less talkative but amiable.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;[I used to be talkative, but not now anymore. &amp;amp;I'm not sure about the amiable part]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Brave and generous. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;[I'm a coward and am stingy]&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Patient.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stubborn&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;and hard-hearted.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;If there is a will, there is a way.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Determined.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Never give up.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;[hahaha I get angry so often]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Loves to be alone.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinks differently from others.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sharp-minded. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Motivates oneself. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Does not appreciate praises. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;[praises always make my day (:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;High-spirited. &lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Well-built and tough. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;[I guess I just keep my feelings to myself]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deep love and emotions. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Romantic. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uncertain in relationships.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homely. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hardworking.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;High abilities.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trustworthy. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Honest and keeps secrets. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not able to control emotions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[there're several times that I cried uncontrollably for hours. That's absolutely embarrasing but I just can't help it. :(] &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Unpredictable. &lt;i&gt;[I'm not sure about this, what do you think?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah another half-hearted post. :D Hopefully I will be updating more often after my exams :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Geography test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen. {8 days woots}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-4686269729215132915?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4686269729215132915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4686269729215132915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4686269729215132915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4686269729215132915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-think-of-yourself.html' title='What Do You Think of Yourself?'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5709299189056097216</id><published>2009-03-27T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:58:23.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Worship.</title><content type='html'>爱是日的夜的光 &lt;br /&gt;我是谁的谁的影 &lt;br /&gt;面前或斑斓或惨淡 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;放不开无办法 &lt;br /&gt;你是极高傲的身 &lt;br /&gt;我是谁卑微的影 &lt;br /&gt;从来未亲近问怎麼撇下&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 影子的爱情故事 - 林峰 (填词：周耀辉)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think that expressing your feelings through lyrics can be way more effective than using your own words. Ignore the first 3 lines of the lyrics - I don't even get the meaning of it, especially the 3rd one lol. The others simply reflect my current feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Me fail English? That's unpossible.' &lt;/i&gt; -Homer Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello Operator. Quick... What's the number for 911?&lt;/i&gt; -Homer Simpsons&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I don't read comics. Christy was the one who shared all of the Simpsons' funny quotes with me.Some of you might think that it's just pure nonsense. To me (who has a very low IQ), they're actually entertaining. Anyway, this is my favourite one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime you try and you fail. The lesson learnt is: never ever try.'&lt;/i&gt; -Homer Simpsons &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Why pushing yourself too hard in order to achieve one's high expectations, when that person doesn't even take into account your hard work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I miss Chinese,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5709299189056097216?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5709299189056097216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5709299189056097216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5709299189056097216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5709299189056097216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/03/worship_27.html' title='Worship.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-1288386801476616417</id><published>2009-03-23T00:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:40:31.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Out of Place</title><content type='html'>22012009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;swear&lt;/s&gt; promise myself that I'll grow my hair long by January 2010.&lt;br /&gt;You just wait patiently. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2GDbh4zVgU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2GDbh4zVgU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I can't wait for &lt;b&gt;Palace Scheme&lt;/b&gt; to air during mid-May. That's like one of my anticipated dramas that airs this year. I don't care how long it'll take for me to download it, but I must watch it by that time. :3 *scream for Tavia Yeung*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to, once again experience that kind of feeling I used to have last time: being hyper for the whole day after watching one of the sweet couple shots; feeling sympathetic for my favourite character who has a tragic ending; being disgusted by the villains in the dramas (to the extent that I curse them in front of the tv screen). More importantly, I love replaying the unforgettable scenes in my head before going to bed, with the hope of dreaming about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap that's me, the all-time daydreamer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That's my way of escaping,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-1288386801476616417?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1288386801476616417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1288386801476616417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1288386801476616417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1288386801476616417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-swear-promise-myself-that-ill-grow-my.html' title='Out of Place'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-2634507321311409253</id><published>2009-03-17T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:26:27.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm the Most Careless Person On Earth, No?</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I lost 3 items in school today! I must be either too tired or absent-minded or both.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;First item lost- my Science folder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I kept it in my locker, but it wasn't there when I looked for it during lunch. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's actually the folder that I dislike the most, as many papers inside are crumpled and the plastic of it peeled off a little. But there're important sheets in it - all the notes and exercises and objective booklets. Oh my Lord, there's Biology class tomorrow (the first period somemore!), hopefully that folder is not needed. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second item lost- homework diary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My homework diary was clipped inside my Science folder, so yeah, it was gone tooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This really makes me sad. My diary is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; with words and drawings and it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; be exposed to the public! Apart from jotting down the homework of all subjects, I actually scribbled 'Raymond Lam' all over it (including the book cover) with my black permanent marker WTH. If any teacher finds it, I'll just die of embarrassment. Seriouslyyyy. *see how desperate I sound* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, now I've learnt my lesson - from now onwards I should only scribble and draw at home, not in my books. It's too late, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third item lost- USB drive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that I actually left it in the Graphics room before going back home. It's still connected in one of the CPUs... I think. All my homework and coursework files are in it, so I must get it back no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If my luck is good enough, it'll still lie in the same place waiting for me to collect it tomorrow. *pray for me* Lol I'm just overacting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, done with my ranting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that Tuesday 17th March will be the worst day in the entire week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly one week from now, there will be this Student led conference or Parent/teacher Day or whatever you call it. My dad's gonna meet most of my subject teachers. He's actually lazy to attend but I managed to persuade him.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (I don't wish my teacher to phone or email him if he doesn't turn up you know...)&lt;/span&gt; I have the feeling that I'll get complaints from 2 or 3 teachers, anyway I'll hope for the best. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/Sb-NfWZkqFI/AAAAAAAABzE/gLdiuAcOgkM/s1600-h/Waiting_for_you_by_GaS125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/Sb-NfWZkqFI/AAAAAAAABzE/gLdiuAcOgkM/s320/Waiting_for_you_by_GaS125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314121655048775762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything of yours never fails to fascinate me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lost and Found, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-2634507321311409253?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2634507321311409253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=2634507321311409253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2634507321311409253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2634507321311409253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-most-careless-person-on-earth-no.html' title='I&apos;m the Most Careless Person On Earth, No?'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/Sb-NfWZkqFI/AAAAAAAABzE/gLdiuAcOgkM/s72-c/Waiting_for_you_by_GaS125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-3425616763923031918</id><published>2009-03-08T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:32:29.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hey I'm Still The Despo Fan.</title><content type='html'>I finally came up blogging after getting stuck in all kinds of homework. Thank god tomorrow's holiday :) Or I certainly won't be able to complete all my homework. But hey, one day of holiday isn't enough. *double-frown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I'm getting worried as Term 2 of school is ending, as coursework is piling up, as exams are drawing near, as the music performace day is approaching. Surfing the net is always the best way for me to release stress, as there're various humourous clips on youtube that enable me to temporarily forget all the difficulties, songs that can be downloaded and fed to my mp4 player, photos that amuse me, entertainment news that makes me hyper and also online friends that can share your problems. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the Internet connection in my place is gone one day, so is my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know, I was a lil stressed up just now. To cheer myself up and also to make use of this blog, I shall hereby upload this lovely picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SaaFr1wTkEI/AAAAAAAABy8/Us53IemM2mc/s1600-h/Raydaastro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SaaFr1wTkEI/AAAAAAAABy8/Us53IemM2mc/s320/Raydaastro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307076199113265218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:) :) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;"Swt..."&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;"Not again.."&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally watched a shortened clip on youtube, which focuses only on Raymond and Linda in the astro award ceremony. He's got 3 (three, tiga, san :P) awards, and I shall list them down for you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(it's more for myself actually, just in case I'll forget about that in the coming years LOL)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Best Couple award&lt;/span&gt; with Linda Chung (in the drama Heart of Greed),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Favourite Character award&lt;/span&gt; (in the drama The Drive of Life) and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The On-screen Kiss award&lt;/span&gt; with Charmaine Sheh (also in the drama The Drive of Life).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh, I can say I'm really proud haha. It's such a shame that I couldn't watch the full version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when I told my dad about my idol's achievements, he just shook his head dissaprovingly and started nagging on how I should not worship him that much. *cough*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...He just spoiled the mood man. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I've been using up too much memory space of the internet. My dad's gonna kill me if he finds out that I've downloaded 6 songs in a week. (!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough of crap posted I guess... I should really get back to boring Physics Diffraction homework, which is due soon. I mean, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real sooooon&lt;/span&gt;. :X *make a face and run away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No I'm not emotional - I'm just tired and lazy that's all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-3425616763923031918?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3425616763923031918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3425616763923031918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3425616763923031918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3425616763923031918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-im-still-despo-fan.html' title='Hey I&apos;m Still The Despo Fan.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SaaFr1wTkEI/AAAAAAAABy8/Us53IemM2mc/s72-c/Raydaastro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-5287707923026666855</id><published>2009-02-25T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:14:35.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>Unspoken Apologies.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude today. You must be thinking I'm weird by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I acted like a wreck, worse than what I've expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it you know, sometimes I just want to be someone else - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; apart from myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I keep telling myself to work on things that everyone can do easily as daily routines or habits, but in the end I always fail myself. It's always like that, till I've become so used to it and even got numb to that disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never want to be in the centre of everyone's attention, but I don't want to be left out either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I asking for too much? Or maybe, pushing myself too hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5287707923026666855?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5287707923026666855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5287707923026666855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5287707923026666855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5287707923026666855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html' title='Unspoken Apologies.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-4997472632869631366</id><published>2009-02-16T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:36:34.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Positive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It was exactly the same last year,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the next thing you know you're going back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote by Daniel. He kept on repeating that line to everyone he saw when it was raining heavily last week. According to Selma, the school was closed for 3 days because of flooding. I've never encountered a severe flood in school before, and I think it must be a terrible experience. However, most of the students seem excited about that as they get to skip school. Hmm, I still hope that it won't flood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japanese lessons are becoming more and more interesting. (: I just realised that I love that subject more than Graphics (which once was my favourite subject). Sometimes I can just laugh over a small incident for so long in Japanese class, which makes me seem so insane among all the students.The first time I was infected by the 'laughing disease' was when my friends and I learned to ask and asnwer simple 'WH' questions - why, when and where - based on some pictures. One of the pictures shows a girl (whom we called Mary) watching a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meari san wa doko de eiga o mi ma shita ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means, "Where did Mary go for a movie?" (It might not be a good traslation since I'm still a beginner. But that's roughly what it means I think.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without much thinking and hesitation, I just simply replied in English,"In the cinema DUH. Wait, what's a cinema called in Jap?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the correct answer was actually: in Kyoto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My partner just stared at me blankly, for me being so over-confident, yet answering the question wrongly. And I was busy laughing over my own mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There're some other similar incidents too, but I can't fully recall of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been lying either on the sofa or on my bed all day recently. Not that I'm sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just feeling extremely lazy and want to have a really good rest. It feels so great to be temporarily free from all the schoolwork. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note-to-self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Print off Physics A3 poster on Monday during lunch, and not to be late for the lesson after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The title of this post has nothing to do with the content,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-4997472632869631366?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4997472632869631366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4997472632869631366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4997472632869631366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4997472632869631366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-positive.html' title='Be Positive.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-5807784687688518801</id><published>2009-01-18T20:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:56:53.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>That Says It All.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SYxeQHrCLZI/AAAAAAAABys/gocB68E6mfI/s1600-h/329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SYxeQHrCLZI/AAAAAAAABys/gocB68E6mfI/s320/329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299714492538695058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;二零零八年八月十二日，我来到了印尼，&lt;div&gt;从此与外界隔离。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 5 months since I moved here. Unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I think of the past, it's just like a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then I'm afraid that I no longer have the recollection of the crazy times I spent through with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the times we had a good laugh over something ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of how we slept together during Art lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of how we argued with our form 2 teacher who teased me and made &lt;i&gt;us &lt;/i&gt;complete &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; paperwork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of how I scribbled the words 'TaiChi' and 'Raymond Lam' all over my book, the very precious &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Buku Conteng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of how I cried alone in the toilet after getting 49 marks for Moral, without anyone knowing about it. Well, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; know it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of how I walked along the corridor alone when I was felt ditched, thinking that would be the end of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of how I stayed quiet when I was unhappy, although in actual fact I wanted to talk to someone so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list goes on and on. If I'd have to record every single tiny detail down, the scroll of paper can be as long as a tissue roll unrolled. Lol that's direct translation from Mandarin - I used to say that phrase many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't want to forget every bit of the past, be it the good part or the bad experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to Malaysia - the place I called home - in April. Deep inside my heart I hope that everything remains the same. Everything as in the people, the atmosphere, the places and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teenagers usually love and look forward to changes or challenges, but I'm an exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Call me a freak.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My favourite entry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5807784687688518801?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5807784687688518801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5807784687688518801&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5807784687688518801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5807784687688518801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-says-it-all.html' title='That Says It All.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SYxeQHrCLZI/AAAAAAAABys/gocB68E6mfI/s72-c/329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-2033676623270222297</id><published>2009-01-01T01:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:34:17.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>It's 2009. Term 2 school life will start in a few days time, and I'm not really prepared yet.&lt;div&gt;2008: too many things happened, too many moments that I wanted to seize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on the conclusion of 2008, so  please spare me some time on it. ;) Meanwhile I'll just post some pictures taken on the last day of school for Term 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Mufti Day, which means students did not have to attend school with uniforms. Cool huh... :D Anyway, a number of students were absent on that day since there weren't many lessons, and these people included Christy and Selma. Jin atually turned up, but I didn't see her all day as she went for choir practice. Since I brought along my camera, I spent my break time taking photos with the Koreans. They're all very photogenic hahah. Further details:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: between 12.40pm to 1.00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue: The ICT room near the English classrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total particiants: 8 Yr 10 students lololol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy I made it sound like it's some kind of meeting - so formal and boring. You know that I'm not good at descriptions. Ah well, so here are the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVuqwgKqwfI/AAAAAAAABxc/FtlOyFBEzBw/s320/320.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286006337894531570" /&gt;Eun Young was experimenting with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; camera and this is the first photo she captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVuqwii0DLI/AAAAAAAABxU/n5d4DT5sVKs/s1600-h/319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVuqwii0DLI/AAAAAAAABxU/n5d4DT5sVKs/s320/319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286006338532674738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She discovered the fun of being a photographer and continued snapping another picture, this time with more people in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup8_wgxhI/AAAAAAAABxE/_EB5swt9E-Q/s1600-h/317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup8_wgxhI/AAAAAAAABxE/_EB5swt9E-Q/s320/317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286005453021562386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVuqwRjBY6I/AAAAAAAABxM/nSEcRBc-igg/s1600-h/318.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVuqwRjBY6I/AAAAAAAABxM/nSEcRBc-igg/s320/318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286006333970146210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wondering who's Eun Young? Nah she's the one with the checkered red scarf, biting the sweet wrapper! (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt; This generous girl brought 2 big packets of sweets on that day and distributed them to everyone.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the other pictures below, they're taken by Carla - the girl that's so camera shy that she doesn't want to be in any of the photos, &lt;s&gt;hmmph.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup8TAVMSI/AAAAAAAABw8/T971sXbA9lg/s1600-h/316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup8TAVMSI/AAAAAAAABw8/T971sXbA9lg/s320/316.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286005441008316706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup8evkx2I/AAAAAAAABw0/7CpK25iNgfE/s1600-h/315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup8evkx2I/AAAAAAAABw0/7CpK25iNgfE/s320/315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286005444159260514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahahaha Eun Young! She seemed to be overacting. You can't blame her, she's too hyper at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup8Kz0FiI/AAAAAAAABws/gkq3YGeKoAQ/s1600-h/314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup8Kz0FiI/AAAAAAAABws/gkq3YGeKoAQ/s320/314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286005438808331810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup71epLzI/AAAAAAAABwk/IDXDmLEPxXQ/s1600-h/313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVup71epLzI/AAAAAAAABwk/IDXDmLEPxXQ/s320/313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286005433082392370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, a group photo. Sad to say that it's a bit blurry. The one standing at the back row is Mandy, while the only guy is Daniel. They're more like sisters and brothers and they have most of the subjects together. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so now you know those whom I usually hang out with in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall stop here as I'm really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009 EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30490215-2033676623270222297?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2033676623270222297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=2033676623270222297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2033676623270222297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2033676623270222297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SVuqwgKqwfI/AAAAAAAABxc/FtlOyFBEzBw/s72-c/320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-70208233897084489</id><published>2008-12-11T20:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:14:49.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>The Happening Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SUEJR-R7NCI/AAAAAAAABQY/ngVe_eUaDJ4/s1600-h/kingstonUSB1GB.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SUEJR-R7NCI/AAAAAAAABQY/ngVe_eUaDJ4/s320/kingstonUSB1GB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278510442635539490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your first thought after looking at the picture above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Oh, it's a thumbdrive/pendrive/USB drive... Nothing special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Hey, look carefully: it's only 1GB. There's not much use with that limited memory space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... The cap can be easily lost, since it's not attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it be one of the above?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe not. I'm not good at guessing others' minds after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I used to be unappreciative of having that. After using it for nearly 2 years, I started to request for a new USB drive from my dad. I grumbled and complained all time that its memory space won't be enough for me to back up my school work. In fact, until today, I haven't fill up all the spaces yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know the importance of a USB drive... until I nearly lost my coursework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning of 9th December, I reached school later than usual. (The school bus was late -_-) Then, I hurriedly headed for my locker, took my pocket folders out of it. After digging my coursework sheet out of my bag, I simply stacked it on top of my folders and went straight to hand in up. I must have walked really fast because I didn't realise the sheet slipped somewhere on my way. By that time I noticed that it's already way too late, I went so panicked at the point that I didn't know what to do. How can I not be worried! I'd been working on that thing till midnight... and I even sacrificed my sleep for that (hohoho).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched for it everywhere along the long corridor, reminding myself not to miss any spots out. Nevertheless, the effort was not rewarding at all. My coursework was n.o.w.h.e.r.e. to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 minutes left. Holy crap. I had no choice but to rush to the library, with a slight hope that I could insert my USB drive to one of the computers and quickly print off my work &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(hint: this is the part when the USB drive can come handy)&lt;/span&gt;. Tough luck though. All the computers are used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could't just wait in the library forever right... Instead of continue searching for my lost work, I decided to look for my friends - to seek for help. xD Carla was helpful as she reminded me of methods which I didn't think of. &lt;b&gt;Why not try other computers other than those in the library?&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, so that's the solution. See... How simple the solution could be! But I was just,  so slow to think of that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Very typical of Jia Wen eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that I'm taking more than a month to type this post. I shall stop being so long-winded on writing all of these. Well, so at last the problem was solved. I wasn't late to pass up my coursework after all. Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that same day itself, Mr S. actually found my worksheet and very kindly returned it back to me. During break, Miss R. also asked me about that when she passed by, lol. They're such nice people. I felt so thankful at that time, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I still wonder where did I lose it. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stop being so long-winded pleaaasse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-70208233897084489?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/70208233897084489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=70208233897084489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/70208233897084489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/70208233897084489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/12/happening-morning.html' title='The Happening Morning'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SUEJR-R7NCI/AAAAAAAABQY/ngVe_eUaDJ4/s72-c/kingstonUSB1GB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-3043431921522174526</id><published>2008-12-10T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:47:56.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>Watch Out, Here Comes The Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Year 10 students have recently been introduced to our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“electronic baby"&lt;/span&gt;, called Bruce! This is a computerized ‘baby’ that replicates the behaviour of an actual baby as closely as possible. We would like every student to have some hands-on experience of child care and will be giving Bruce to different groups of students over the next 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby cries, needs changing and feeding (all functions are virtual; no actual food or cleaning are required!). Bruce needs to be cared for in a way similar to a real baby. For example, he cannot be abandoned or mishandled. This could result in his "death”! ......&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:'Gill Sans MT';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Presenting you... Bruce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SQyC-CHpbLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/p0prVALO4NE/s1600-h/312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SQyC-CHpbLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/p0prVALO4NE/s320/312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263726066721713330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's En Young carrying him during our residential to Tanjung Lesung (will post about that next time, today's topic is only about the baby!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, basically Bruce is a doll that can cry and laugh, needs napkin changing and feeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can't speak or crawl or stand yet, not to mention walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He won't get suffocated but he'll 'die' if he's mishandled eg. when the neck is unsupported or he's thrown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone in my class had to babysit Bruce in class or at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christy &lt;/span&gt;was the first one who babysit him - when Bruce was handled to her, he was just alive for few minutes! So I kind of, witnessed Christy taking care of him in Maths class. He was just lying in the bag on the ground behind me. For the first 35 minutes, he was totally silent (assumed to be sleeping). After that duration, a few friends and me thought that he's dead (as in, the power is off, or there's something wrong with the battery). Just at that meantime, the baby made a sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did not cry, but laughed. o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not sure whether it's his laughter. Just consider that as baby's sounds then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite soft, only Christy and me heard that. And I was actually controlling myself not to laugh out loud during the lesson. Anyway, Christy was quite lucky as the baby didn't cause any troubles throughout the whole hour of Maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've mentioned that &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; had to take care of that baby, no? So I was not an exception. The good thing was that I got to choose which lesson to handle the baby. (I chose to look care of him in school, no way I'm bringing in home &lt;i&gt;over the night&lt;/i&gt;!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After checking my timetable for a long time, I finally decided to take him in Chemistry lesson. As you know, I'm an indecisive person. I wouldn't want to look after him in certain lessons which the teachers have a bad impression of me. My decision was not bad after all, since Ms Kiernan is really nice. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking after the baby was, indeed, a very &lt;b&gt;memorable&lt;/b&gt; experience. For me, it definitely is! Because he cried for freaking &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIVE times in 2 hours&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Oh my god, that was my very first time handling a baby (before this, I only carried a baby once for a photoshoot. That was not more than 5 seconds) so I was really panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce was already crying when he was first handed to me, that's considered a bad start. Luckily he became quiet in a short while and I could settle down in class. The second time he cried was after an hour, when one of my classmates hit him to test if he's still alive (she proved that he's alive by hearing him crying). UGH -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a friend managed to stop him from crying by using different kinds of methods, which include shaking/patting/feeding/changing his napkin. Sad to say that, the baby just wouldn't stay quiet for long. He started to cry after a few minutes and the crying lasted for almost half an hour. That was very frustrating, seriously. I had to keep patting him outside of the class, walking back and forth with him in my arms - you might think it's insane but that's true! When he cried louder, it annoyed me even more until I had the urge to throw him into the dustbin (of course I didn't do so)! I was just, kind of helpless there, hoping he would stop crying himself &lt;s&gt;or die&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While walking around outside of the classroom with him in my arms, I got different kind of reactions and looks from the Year 11's who passed by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh it's that baby again. Remember how xxx killed him last year?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;[ followed by laughter ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Luckily we're not taking him this year anymore. It's a true nightmare."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;[ followed by sighs of relief ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Haha it's now the Year 10's who are responsible of him!" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;[ in the kind of teasing way ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl even approached me and suggested methods to stop the baby from crying. Haha very kind of her, but the methods didn't work. Anyway, the baby just stopped crying miraculously after some time, and I passed the baby to someone else after being in charge of him for whole two hours. That marked the end of the nightmare. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of that baby, I missed 20 minutes of Chemistry lesson and had to finish my work sheets at home. How 'wonderful' was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the crap above, I'd like to end this post with one sentence, that is: Bruce made me reconsider whether I want to have kids in the future, as parenting is never an easy job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Christy had a side-consequence after looking after Bruce - she is now sensitive over baby's crying. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/p/s: The whole babysitting process wasn't&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; bad after all. At least I've gained some new experience. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sports Day tomorrow - I'm so dead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-3043431921522174526?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3043431921522174526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3043431921522174526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3043431921522174526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3043431921522174526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/12/watch-out-here-comes-baby.html' title='Watch Out, Here Comes The Baby!'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SQyC-CHpbLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/p0prVALO4NE/s72-c/312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-5033681726911548417</id><published>2008-11-05T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:46:17.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Another Thursday Approaching.</title><content type='html'>I want more, more and more Kit-Kats!! *drools* :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I'm not following the Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility, as I want more of it after consuming. Economics mini-test tomorrow - that's why I could think of terms like marginal utility o.O  &lt;s&gt;( I demand for Kit-Kat, it is one of my wants, not needs. )&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must stop myself from worrying about studies, or I'll have nightmares about it tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, let me tell you, the first thought I had this morning right after I woke up was: receiving the Interim Report stating my progress of each subject in school tomorrow. Omg I'm most likely to get a lot of D's for oral skills again. I already had a lot of comments like "Excellent, but too quiet" and "A good but quiet start" in my Settling In Report weeks ago. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ask me for the report if you want to see it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The next blog post will be about something new - an electronic baby. I can promise you that. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Toby Barker is my hugest enemy ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-5033681726911548417?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5033681726911548417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5033681726911548417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5033681726911548417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5033681726911548417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-thursday-approaching.html' title='Another Thursday Approaching.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-6702055511445924405</id><published>2008-10-21T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:19:13.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>I MISS YOU, iloveyou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY SIA ZHEN NI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to miss you from the day I left Malaysia, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss laughing with you without a reason, without caring my own image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss chatting about various kinds of topics with you, and most of the time I was talking crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss making up illogical and crazy stories with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss listing out random facts or thoughts with you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eg. our top 10 favoutite idols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss irritating and bugging you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss your crazy ideas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss your complaints about Art and homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss 'sistem barter-ing' with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss texting you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss sitting with you during Chinese, KH and Moral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times we crititised and commented on teachers that teach us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the natural feeling hanging out with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss writing long long notes to you (like what I did on the NewYear card).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even miss the tricks you used to play on me eg. splashing water and hiding my water bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STAY CRAZY and be happy! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a friend far away supporting whatever you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edited:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's great that you had lots of fun on your birthday. Well, internet was down yesterday when I was trying to go online after 8.15p.m. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[Indon. time]&lt;/span&gt; so yeah, I'm slow at blogging and publishing this.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures can't be uploaded. Most probably will add them next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X X X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, so here's Ms. Boring/Ms. Dull telling her 'dreadful' stories of the recent days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20102008: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Wen felt emotional that she could laugh a lot and cry non stop for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did her homework last minute till the midnight because she spent hours of the day surfing the net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21102008:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't take her Chemistry test seriously this morning as she thought it was only a mini quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't sleep in the bus today and ended up being very tired at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22102008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a quarell with two annoying boys in the morningshift bus. They started the quarell first by cursing and swearing and insulting me. I'll report them one day later if they continue to irritate me, yes I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god I dislike Thursdays and Fridays. Hopefully I won't be lost or blur in class tomorrow. I feel bad about myself sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Homework is piling up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;zhen&gt;&lt;/zhen&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;zhen&gt;&lt;/zhen&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;zhen&gt;&lt;/zhen&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/30490215-6702055511445924405?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6702055511445924405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=6702055511445924405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6702055511445924405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6702055511445924405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-you-iloveyou.html' title='I MISS YOU, iloveyou.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-8959959501350292390</id><published>2008-10-12T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:40:59.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Good Luck All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I WISH ALL PMR CANDIDATES THE BEST OF LUCK! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is getting nearer. You can burn your books and enjoy life after the week ends! Hold on, you should rather take the trouble to bury the books or recycle them to prserve and conserve the environment! ;) Don't be too stressed up for the exam, last minute preparation doesn't help much I guess. Just try your best and I'm sure your effort will pay off. :) It's just five days people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'd like to wish one of the best bloggers, &lt;b&gt;Cheryl Ho&lt;/b&gt; Happy 18th Birthday! Hope that you enjoy everyday of your life and have more spare time for your own hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away from &lt;u&gt;15th (Wednesday)&lt;/u&gt; till &lt;u&gt;17th (Friday)&lt;/u&gt; for the school residential to Tanjung Lesung. Just bought the sunscreen today. Must start packing my clothes tomorrow and look for mosquito repellent! Hmm, let's hope that I'll have fun hiking/fishing/kayaking there. (I've no experiences doing such activities before ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've not done my Physics homework because I accidentally left it in my locker. Anyway, no worries since it's due Tuesday. Thankgod.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ah Tanjung Lesung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-8959959501350292390?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8959959501350292390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8959959501350292390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8959959501350292390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8959959501350292390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-luck-all.html' title='Good Luck All!'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-2162678692730212996</id><published>2008-09-26T19:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:58:25.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>A Break, Just What I Need.</title><content type='html'>Blogger became so unfamiliar to me suddenly, since the last time I came here was 2 weeks ago. Time flies, I've been in my new school for 5 weeks, and it's the mid-term holidays now! Sorry that I couldn't keep my blog updated previously, I go online regularly (which is everyday) to check my emails and school work, but I'm usually not allowed to sign in MSN Messenger when my parents are around. I kind of lost track with a few friends, and my blog readership is so low that I think it nearly reaches zero. Thank god it's holidays now, my Messenger is on for hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting used to the new school and things are going to be fine. I used to get lost in school in the first week, so I often stick with some friends and follow them for most of the times. Most of the friends here are great and friendly, I'll just introduce some new friends I've got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; is the first person that I knew there. She's sporty and she can't live without her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carla&lt;/span&gt; is a soft and sweet Indonesian Chinese. I actually heard the teacher pronounce her name as 'colour' on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selma&lt;/span&gt; studies in BIS since she's three and she's really helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt; speaks Indonesian at home and she is in the top classes for most of the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt; is a mix of Dutch and Indonesian-Chinese, he still looks like a kid to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Heo&lt;/span&gt; the Korean often helps me in Maths. He plays the flute and also the piano. Sometimes I think he's a lil competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paola&lt;/span&gt; came from Colombia and she has nice hair curls. She's nice to talk to and also, funny. I feel sorry that she hurt her foot last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a list of subjects that I'm learning in school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical Education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Japanese (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geography (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Economics (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music (optional) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graphic Products (optional).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Optional subjects that I didn't choose were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;History (yay? I don't wanna study about the past of German and China)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drama (you bet I can't act!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art (hoho I like Art but I can't draw well... so better not to pick it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Textiles (it has something to do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kain&lt;/span&gt; in KH)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resistant Materials (a harder version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kayu&lt;/span&gt; in KH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food Technology (haha, this is similar to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Masakan&lt;/span&gt; in KH too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PE GCSE (everyone knows that I suck suck suck in sports) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;other foreign languages such as Indonesian, Spanish, French and German.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I go to school by bus and the journey usually eats up 45 minutes to one hour. At first I wasn't quite used to it and thought that was a waste of time. However, it becomes my routine now and I have the habit to sleep in the bus. It requires skills to sleep in a &lt;u&gt;moving&lt;/u&gt; bus filled with &lt;b&gt;noise&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;scream&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;laughter&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet cute kids in the bus, they cheered me up when I was down once. There's a 9-year-old girl that knows 4 languages! She can speak Korean, Japanese, Brazilian and of course, English. I was fascinated by her, really. According to her, she just moved here from Australia months ago. A few boys that came from UK are quite naughty in the bus, I don't really like them. Luckily I'm only in the same bus as them in the morning shift. I prefer the afternoon shift bus more, it's less stuffy and those kids there are nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers in this school are great, they pay attention to every single student. My Music teacher is hilarious &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially when he changes the song Marry Had A Little Lamb into Marry Had A &lt;i&gt;Sad&lt;/i&gt; Lamb by changing the tonality).&lt;/span&gt; The Graphics teacher came from Ireland and my home class teacher can speak Sundanese. Another teacher that I have for one of the most important subjects has his very own style. My Geography teacher is really nice that he doesn't mind to spend some time teaching me topics that I missed out. Basically, I do not have any negative comments towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I can't think of anything interesting to share now. Well, so here're some pictures taken before school started.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo7OcuEcVI/AAAAAAAABQA/KQCKy63z55s/s1600-h/311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo7OcuEcVI/AAAAAAAABQA/KQCKy63z55s/s320/311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240566235812622674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The sign board in front of the school.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3P5XjJNI/AAAAAAAABOw/vEiR1qvTU_s/s1600-h/301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3P5XjJNI/AAAAAAAABOw/vEiR1qvTU_s/s320/301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240561862636152018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;One of the school buildings.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3QM9G1SI/AAAAAAAABO4/NcMOpgjMxWw/s1600-h/302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3QM9G1SI/AAAAAAAABO4/NcMOpgjMxWw/s320/302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240561867893953826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; The main path right after entering the school compound.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3QDnR8LI/AAAAAAAABPA/7TjGKgjeA4Y/s1600-h/303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3QDnR8LI/AAAAAAAABPA/7TjGKgjeA4Y/s320/303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240561865386487986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;In front of the administration office.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3QLfqXYI/AAAAAAAABPI/YE7003v9vXw/s1600-h/304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3QLfqXYI/AAAAAAAABPI/YE7003v9vXw/s320/304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240561867502017922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Many students, especially guys love spending their lunch time playing football in this field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3QS8dhhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/veINWR3SlBI/s1600-h/305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo3QS8dhhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/veINWR3SlBI/s320/305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240561869501859346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zRlqRtI/AAAAAAAABPY/7hePmSJ4olU/s1600-h/306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zRlqRtI/AAAAAAAABPY/7hePmSJ4olU/s320/306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240563569944839890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zTHkJ7I/AAAAAAAABPg/M42p0M5bT8A/s1600-h/307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zTHkJ7I/AAAAAAAABPg/M42p0M5bT8A/s320/307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240563570355480498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just picked a few spots randomly, (: without any particular reasons.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zuMmwKI/AAAAAAAABPo/dGX2cs-eFUk/s1600-h/308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zuMmwKI/AAAAAAAABPo/dGX2cs-eFUk/s320/308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240563577624379554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beautiful flowers lead your way everyday. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zn5BBNI/AAAAAAAABPw/-_82-Qz9UgM/s1600-h/309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zn5BBNI/AAAAAAAABPw/-_82-Qz9UgM/s320/309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240563575931602130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is the main view from the entrance.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zpH00mI/AAAAAAAABP4/aVWd0MKOYqU/s1600-h/310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo4zpH00mI/AAAAAAAABP4/aVWd0MKOYqU/s320/310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240563576262152802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my, I'm bored by my own words already and I think my blog can bore you to tears. D: I don't know what's happening to me these days, I'm getting more and more dull. Or maybe is it just my nature? Anyway, I have to continue downloading more songs to my mp4 player and will start the make-over for my blog. That'll include deleting posts, deleting unnecessary links and changing blogskin. If I don't complete these in holidays, I won't have the time to do it after school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: The Drive of Life will be on Wah Lai Toi on 15th Oct, I'm planning to rewatch it! I doubt my parents will allow me to do so though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I can't stop thinking of that homework,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-2162678692730212996?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2162678692730212996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=2162678692730212996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2162678692730212996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2162678692730212996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-break.html' title='A Break, Just What I Need.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SLo7OcuEcVI/AAAAAAAABQA/KQCKy63z55s/s72-c/311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-3500574616672083870</id><published>2008-09-10T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:23:06.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Goodbye. For Now.</title><content type='html'>I'm officially out of blogging now. I'll be back to the blogging business after settling down here, hopefully I'll be back after weeks. Actually I spend most of the time in school, which is from around 7am till 4pm. Then I have to use up one hour to do homework, and another hour to watch series. Usually I only read blogs or check out the latest news when I go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby apologise if I've dissapointed you by leaving this blog dead for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still using MSN and you can always contact me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 1: Shu shien, sorry for not replying your email for such long time. &amp;amp;All the best for your upcoming exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 2: I just sorted out all photos taken from January in my computer, and my personal camwhoring photos occupy 3/4 of them. :| Everytime I see those photos with my old friends, I feel so... upset. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be back to Malaysia, man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-3500574616672083870?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3500574616672083870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3500574616672083870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3500574616672083870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3500574616672083870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-for-now.html' title='Goodbye. For Now.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-6965011171946157927</id><published>2008-08-17T22:32:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:57:44.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Indonnnnnn. D:</title><content type='html'>Hello friends :) I've arrived here since a week ago. Today's the National Day of Indonesia (the country's 63 years old). Anyway  &lt;s&gt;none of my business&lt;/s&gt; this is nothing important to me, because I'm a &lt;i&gt;Malaysian&lt;/i&gt; yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna upload many pictures taken previously at a time. First of all, I'd like to show you all my current look, which is after my last haircut in Malaysia! Don't get a shock aite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CpQRm2I/AAAAAAAABOY/MVZewrOqOyQ/s1600-h/297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CpQRm2I/AAAAAAAABOY/MVZewrOqOyQ/s320/297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496184903211874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before that my hair was so longgggg. FYI, I kept my long hair for 3 whole years, which is considered quite a long time for me. Before I left, I finally gave it a try to cut my hair short. I typed the word &lt;i&gt;'finally'&lt;/i&gt; which shows how much consideration and hesitation I went through. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls the drums now please, I say &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CixiVLI/AAAAAAAABOQ/N3y63gH5RJc/s1600-h/296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CixiVLI/AAAAAAAABOQ/N3y63gH5RJc/s320/296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496183163671730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So.. yeah. Here's it. I've showed this picture to a few friends (it's 2 friends, to be precise) previously, and now I'm awaiting different comments from the readers. Anyway, hope that the new look won't scare you off from my blog, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3Bm9S7-I/AAAAAAAABNI/mG381dY4_Bo/s1600-h/287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3Bm9S7-I/AAAAAAAABNI/mG381dY4_Bo/s320/287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495067595239394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is the side view of the new hairstyle. It looked nice in this photo but now it starts to curl a little, which is not good. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I actually wanted a hairstyle like Tavia in Moonlight Resonance, I think it's really cool! But the result was out of my expectations. Oh well, I still accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start writing about my move to Jakarta now. Well I departed at 4.30 p.m. on 12th August, waving goodbye to the beloved country. *sniff* All my form 3 friends were having their trials on that day, but I still bothered a few of them by sending them messages. :P You can call me a selfish friend, or whatever. But I was really bored at that time, waiting so long for the plane to board. That actually explains why I don't like traveling in an aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3BhQckqI/AAAAAAAABNA/2u0-l3gekVs/s1600-h/286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3BhQckqI/AAAAAAAABNA/2u0-l3gekVs/s320/286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495066064949922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took 2 hours from Malaysia to Indonesia, not very long. I chose to sit alone in the plane, which means there was this aisle between my seat and my family members'. For most of the time I was far away in my dreamland, imagining the dream guy sitting on my side (: In fact, the seat beside me was empty. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. It's not totally that bad sitting alone without anyone on my side. At least I could put &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt;part of my belongings (my storybook, mp4 player and not forgetting the camera) on the other seat. In other words, I occupy two seats, with only one ticket in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3Bv5aW0I/AAAAAAAABM4/OiKg14r37D0/s1600-h/285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3Bv5aW0I/AAAAAAAABM4/OiKg14r37D0/s320/285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495069994867522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had fried rice with meat balls for dinner. I didn't even finish it because I was not hungry and the dinner was not delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, at this time you might want to tell me,"Enough of your personal photos. I wanna see something more interesting." Fine, there' re still some other outdated pictures taken before the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3lNG5htI/AAAAAAAABNQ/YouSIDBIt3M/s1600-h/288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3lNG5htI/AAAAAAAABNQ/YouSIDBIt3M/s320/288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495679131485906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Packing for days and nights, practically non-stop. It's really tiring and made me frustrated easily at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3lOxU28I/AAAAAAAABNY/fS-mmlrNayQ/s1600-h/289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3lOxU28I/AAAAAAAABNY/fS-mmlrNayQ/s320/289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495679577873346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The workers doing their work efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3ldEN5TI/AAAAAAAABNg/Pk1e1ZSd-ZA/s1600-h/290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3ldEN5TI/AAAAAAAABNg/Pk1e1ZSd-ZA/s320/290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495683415205170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's another mess outside of my house. I guess all my neighbours were almost sure that my family would be moving &lt;b&gt;soon&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CcT3E1I/AAAAAAAABN4/DRxbv1fJoC4/s1600-h/293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CcT3E1I/AAAAAAAABN4/DRxbv1fJoC4/s320/293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496181428589394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3le0fw7I/AAAAAAAABNo/4flcuGkaFwE/s1600-h/291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3le0fw7I/AAAAAAAABNo/4flcuGkaFwE/s320/291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495683886138290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking for mistakes and ensuring that everything is in good condition are parts of their job. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3lSMt-LI/AAAAAAAABNw/PiiQ0ONi05s/s1600-h/292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3lSMt-LI/AAAAAAAABNw/PiiQ0ONi05s/s320/292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495680498071730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My television was carried away! It was placed on top of the layer of dust before that, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Right after the television was moved, the workers carried my piano. They needed some time, and also men power to carry the heavy piano. Anyway, those workers were indeed professionals. They managed to wrap the whole large piano with layers of plastic and then covered it with thick cardboards. This was how my piano looked like before it was covered with cardboards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CYEKIAI/AAAAAAAABOI/9xVHbSSAZXI/s1600-h/295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CYEKIAI/AAAAAAAABOI/9xVHbSSAZXI/s320/295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496180288987138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CSDCu4I/AAAAAAAABOA/S5ICdkR02fI/s1600-h/294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CSDCu4I/AAAAAAAABOA/S5ICdkR02fI/s320/294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496178673695618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final procedures were recounting the boxes and making a final check. After that everything was done. Our house was so empty, that we could hear echoes at home. Well that's not true actually, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for &lt;u&gt;random photos&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found many things while packing. My long lost notebooks, autograph books and also my eraser collection! (This sound weird, but I really collected erasers during primary school time, heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through some paper work of my tuition for one last time before throwing them. Then I dug out one piece of interesting note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4u95oudI/AAAAAAAABOg/qutcxH2Rcbw/s1600-h/298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4u95oudI/AAAAAAAABOg/qutcxH2Rcbw/s320/298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496946359646674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Written by Zhen Ni. (: It's translated to Malay from English. I kind of miss the days we were in tuition together, although I was blur in tuition for most of the time, not sure of what we should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4vDSosuI/AAAAAAAABOo/OhN8UbTfqpo/s1600-h/299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4vDSosuI/AAAAAAAABOo/OhN8UbTfqpo/s320/299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496947806679778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, these were all the presents that I got for a few friends before leaving. :D Anyway I chose most of them in a rush, so... hope that those who receive them won't mind. At first I still thought of attaching short messages in each of the gifts, but I didn't have the time to do that at the last minute. D: Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3BR_4m8I/AAAAAAAABMo/fpZXWtYmMEs/s1600-h/283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3BR_4m8I/AAAAAAAABMo/fpZXWtYmMEs/s320/283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495061968952258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, this is how my new room looks like. In fact, it looks more like a hotel room to me because everything &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially the arrangement of the table and cupboard)&lt;/span&gt; in this room seem very simple. If a room is simple and neat, it's definitely not mine! Sometimes when I miss my old room/old house, I used to convince myself that I'm living in a hotel temporarily, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3BQeLiRI/AAAAAAAABMw/hQ5esAhUqSo/s1600-h/284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg3BQeLiRI/AAAAAAAABMw/hQ5esAhUqSo/s320/284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495061559150866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a big bookshelf for me to place all my storybooks as well as novels. Anyway I still have to wait for more than a week for my stuff to arrive. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my belongings arrive, this place doesn't look like a comfortable home to me. Oh god I'm missing astro and my piano so badly. &lt;i&gt;Especially astro&lt;/i&gt;. I can't watch any nice shows using Indo-vision here. They're in Japanese/Korean/Indonesian/English/Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I watched 2 English movies on HBO and Star Movies. One of them was called &lt;u&gt;Firehouse Dog&lt;/u&gt;, I'm not sure whether it's an old movie but it was not bad. I didn't watch the whole part for both movies though, just simply started at the middle of them and continued to the end. :P Oh, forget to mention that the subtitles were in Indonesian -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance for me to watch Malaysia's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;astro&lt;/span&gt; is getting lower. My dad paid a sum of money for the satalite but there's something wrong with the decoder. It's been a very hard time without it. *frown and moan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A part of my life is missing,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-6965011171946157927?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6965011171946157927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=6965011171946157927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6965011171946157927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6965011171946157927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/08/indonnnnnn-d.html' title='Indonnnnnn. D:'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKg4CpQRm2I/AAAAAAAABOY/MVZewrOqOyQ/s72-c/297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-8224578935540104084</id><published>2008-08-16T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:18:58.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>The Last 7 Hours in Seafield.</title><content type='html'>Oops, I nearly wrote &lt;u&gt;The Last Breakthrough&lt;/u&gt; at the title section. Heee! :P Can't blame me cause I've just finished that series and I feel like watching it again and again! Especially episode 25 and 26 *watch out. jiawen's crazy now* Anyway I'll try post a review for that series if I'm free enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main topic of this post. Mind you, this is a sad post, because it's my last day in school. However, since I'm so crazy and obsessed with series now, I bet I won't sound too sad or hopeless or depressed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story began with the scene which I brought along my lovely camera with me to school (it stayed in my pocket for most of the time). I only started snapping photos during recess time and the first few photos were taken in the &lt;s&gt;toilet&lt;/s&gt; girl's changing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Ni likes the environment there, lol. Another reason is, I didn't want my camera to draw attention in the public, as it was recess time. (The &lt;b&gt;loudspeaker&lt;/b&gt; was there too *cough*.) Instead of wasting time talking unnecessary crap, I shall just show you all the pictures with captions. &lt;s&gt;The actual reason behind: I'm a lazy blogger.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_0e1pLjI/AAAAAAAABKw/ly_YGI3ZY8A/s1600-h/P1180446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_0e1pLjI/AAAAAAAABKw/g8ei9EgLzkY/s320-R/P1180446.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me explain what our facial expressions meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zhen Ni&lt;/b&gt;: I'm the boss. You, listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: AH? *lost* What are we supposed to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johanna&lt;/b&gt;: Presenting to you...  *actually I myself don't really know what to present* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is natural and funny, I like. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_9KUSFlI/AAAAAAAABK4/Q8jKCmEy_Oc/s1600-h/P1180447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_9KUSFlI/AAAAAAAABK4/awFJHSPbL9Y/s320-R/P1180447.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the most retarded picture that I have! I name this picture &lt;u&gt;Laugh After Shock&lt;/u&gt;. As you can see, Johanna was in the middle, with her very big wide smile. Actually. there's a story behind this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui Yi was holding the camera carefully while the three of us prepared for our best shots. Then Johanna just shouted "AAAHHH" all of a sudden, as if she saw a huge dead lizard or a single-eyed monster or whatever alien it was. Another second later I already burst out laughing. Zhen Ni was shocked after Johanna's shouting and immediately looked outside of the changing room. Being very alert, she thought there's somebody coming in. Johanna ended up being scolded, &lt;i&gt;nyeheh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJbH_k-xPlI/AAAAAAAABLI/TSOqpH2IbOs/s1600-h/P1180449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJbH_k-xPlI/AAAAAAAABLI/ciz-p8Zk5H0/s320-R/P1180449.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Johanna doing the frog pose. And Zhen Ni looked so... talllllll. I looked quite weird bending down. What to do? My friends said that I look like a person having rickets. -.-' (Oi stop that please, will you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJXAf5hnolI/AAAAAAAABLA/CWoIORopRXs/s1600-h/P1180448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJXAf5hnolI/AAAAAAAABLA/sfGAKiV2Va8/s320-R/P1180448.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is a perspective-themed photo - Hold on. Where's the vanishing point then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_A_tambI/AAAAAAAABKg/7wZO8ftL6P8/s1600-h/P1180444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_A_tambI/AAAAAAAABKg/EJLzfnVEsKA/s320-R/P1180444.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_bT_yuRI/AAAAAAAABKo/6RCo4hX4drE/s1600-h/P1180445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_bT_yuRI/AAAAAAAABKo/ppaB0C0Uc28/s320-R/P1180445.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Formal pictures. Only three of us in the class, the doors were shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJcj4L0TqNI/AAAAAAAABLU/iA7ZfE1pdN4/s1600-h/P1180450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJcj4L0TqNI/AAAAAAAABLU/iA7ZfE1pdN4/s320/P1180450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688940365949138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Laura (at the centre) and Jie Yi(at the right). Jie Yi is always a camera shy, she only agreed to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one single&lt;/span&gt; photo with me. Anyway I should not make a fuss about it. That's kind enough of her already. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJcj4vTPDtI/AAAAAAAABLc/PS-ZzUdxyOE/s1600-h/P1180451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJcj4vTPDtI/AAAAAAAABLc/PS-ZzUdxyOE/s320/P1180451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688949890911954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo with the best background - at the &lt;u&gt;Leo Pond&lt;/u&gt;. We actually wanted to take photos in front of the &lt;i&gt;koperasi&lt;/i&gt; food and drinks counter, since I like &lt;i&gt;koperasi&lt;/i&gt; so much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt; I used to rush there like an insane person just to buy donuts during recess. I think it's because of the lighting (or any other reasons) so &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; I chose to take this photo at the Leo Pond instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJcj4ysOVHI/AAAAAAAABLk/RJd_38-2VFA/s1600-h/P1180452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJcj4ysOVHI/AAAAAAAABLk/RJd_38-2VFA/s320/P1180452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688950801028210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A class scene after recess time. Was supposed to snap a picture of Ken Xi the clown, but he just disappeared in somewhere when the picture was taken. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Malay lesson for the last period on that day. Proud to say that I completed my last Malay essay in school. I didn't bring my book actually because there're lots of uncompleted exercises in it, and I didn't want teacher to notice that. Therefore, the essay was done on a piece of paper provided by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Lai&lt;/span&gt;, who was sitting right behind of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue taking more pictures after school dismissed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgfeWstCMI/AAAAAAAABL4/vu30hXlyr40/s1600-h/P1180453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgfeWstCMI/AAAAAAAABL4/vu30hXlyr40/s320/P1180453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230965573540448450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One nice photo with Callie, Jit Qi and Wen Ying. One of my favourite photos of the day, as I never expected that I'd have the chance taking photos with them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgfe6XztUI/AAAAAAAABMA/pZRBA80ZGrM/s1600-h/P1180455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgfe6XztUI/AAAAAAAABMA/pZRBA80ZGrM/s320/P1180455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230965583116481858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Aiman and Diana, the two obedient students on class. Diana is always a humble, friendly and helpful friend, while Aiman is always 'bullied' by Nirmal &lt;s&gt;the Mala&lt;/s&gt;. Heard that he'll soon be Nirmal's bodyguard, poor Aiman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgffGPtNVI/AAAAAAAABMI/4RjJ-1d8pdo/s1600-h/P1180456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgffGPtNVI/AAAAAAAABMI/4RjJ-1d8pdo/s320/P1180456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230965586303726930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the two popular prefects Beatrice and Wai Yi. We're almost of the same heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgffoae6_I/AAAAAAAABMQ/EaEEtv3Rs60/s1600-h/P1180457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgffoae6_I/AAAAAAAABMQ/EaEEtv3Rs60/s320/P1180457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230965595475733490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another two prefects of 3A, Sok Kuan and Ammar. Both of them are equally nice, and I really depended a lot on Sok Kuan, especially when it comes to homework and studies. I'm not a student who pays full attention in class, while she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is. &lt;/span&gt;Really, she can concentrate all time when the teacher's teaching, she knows and understands (with 100% confirmation) about every tasks given, she's responsible at doing everything - unlike any other student, lol. Whereas Ammar is a happy-go-lucky guy, always seems that he doesn't have any worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgfgAJ-QLI/AAAAAAAABMY/CJmtpKiaE4o/s1600-h/P1180458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJgfgAJ-QLI/AAAAAAAABMY/CJmtpKiaE4o/s320/P1180458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230965601848934578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Dennis! The picture is dark D: Or else it'll be another perfect photo. Wait, you must be wondering why there' re so many prefects taking photos with me. Aren't you? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Maybe you aren't.&lt;/span&gt; Well, it's because they gathered at our class before their prefect meeting right after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back at school afterwards till around 2 p.m. just to look for some teachers. However a few teachers already left, eg. Pn. Loy was not in her room when I went over. I didn't look for Pn. Chow too on that day, as well as Pn. Loh. Anyway I shall be back to school sometime in December. And hopefully I'll bump into every person I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKWkMuumsvI/AAAAAAAABMg/6LMJFVHujts/s1600-h/P1180483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SKWkMuumsvI/AAAAAAAABMg/6LMJFVHujts/s320/P1180483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234770680496960242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already missing everybody so badly now (mind you, I'm not cold-blooded). Do miss me too alright! &amp;amp;I'm keeping all the precious photos with all my heart. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stay in touch,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-8224578935540104084?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8224578935540104084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=8224578935540104084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8224578935540104084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/8224578935540104084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-7-hours-in-seafield.html' title='The Last 7 Hours in Seafield.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SJW_0e1pLjI/AAAAAAAABKw/g8ei9EgLzkY/s72-Rc/P1180446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-3556915935084908493</id><published>2008-08-11T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:09:39.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>Before Internet Connection Is Cut Off</title><content type='html'>I'm still left with half an hour till my internet connection is cut off, pffft. There's still an uncompleted long post saved in draft, not yet published. Anyway I'm not living in a house now, a warehouse will be a more appropriate word. The place I used to call my home doesn't seem like one to me now. I'm gonna suffer without my beloved television and piano. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Photos are unavailable for now&lt;/span&gt;, will try to post them next time alright! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the few minutes ago... Reading someone's blog made me feel bad. Having conversation with another friend made me feel worse. I suddenly realised that not all friends will treat you in the same way you treat them. It's unfair, but the fact cannot be changed. So I'll just have to accept it without any choices. I've read a story saying friends are like a mirror - they treat you in the same manner you treat them. It seems so wrong to me now, SO let me prove it to you, stories can be lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a dumbo, being the one who always gives, while the friend is the one who takes. Putting her at the first place, I've expected that she'll always be there for me whenever I need her. Results and expectations were different. Some things do not happen in a short time, and they change slowly from time to time. Including friendship (to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know (and I can feel) that there' re still many other great friends who care about me, treating me well enough, sharing all the wonderful times with me. Sometimes I feel guilty thinking of the troubles I've caused to them; I feel that I'm not considered a nice friend, truly. To those great friends, I'd really want to thank you and also, not forgetting to apologise if I ever offended you previously. I learn from lessons; at least I can now differentiate the types of friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Series and musics aren't my comfort &lt;s&gt;anymore&lt;/s&gt; for now.&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck to those having trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; My house number is cut off. Contact me through my handphone number if you want. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sometimes I dislike being myself,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-3556915935084908493?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3556915935084908493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=3556915935084908493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3556915935084908493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/3556915935084908493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/08/before-internet-connection-is-cut-off.html' title='Before Internet Connection Is Cut Off'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-6678603593245883831</id><published>2008-08-08T20:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:40:09.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>So It's 080808</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello readers. If you're expecting me to post something about Olympics 2008, I'm sorry to say that I'll disappoint you. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo the oh-so-major exam is finally over. I can put all my exam books aside now! Hey if you take a look at my piano, I bet you can't find any books lying there! I'm not sure that I'll pass though. For now, let me just tell you every bit about the exam today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam started on 11.21 a.m. (yeah odd number i know) and I got up 3 hours before that. It took me near to an hour to practised my pieces for one last time and drill the Arpeggios. Then, my dad and I went straight to the &lt;b&gt;BlueWave Hotel&lt;/b&gt; at around 10.30 a.m. We had a little problem finding our way to the hotel though (this happened last year too :|), so we spent a lot of time trying with different paths. You can picture the scene how I kept checking the time in car, praying I'd not be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was lucky to be in time when i reached there. There were two little cute kids before me, they're siblings. The brother kept running here and there, talking non-stop. He went to the toilet for several times. And the funny thing is, he had to tell the whole world every time before he left. The sister complained about how cold it was in the examination room after she came out. &lt;i&gt;The room's as cold as the refrigerator OMG&lt;/i&gt;, quoted by her. She then told the lady sitting outside of the examination room &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*the one in charge of answering the candidates' questions related to the exam schedule)&lt;/span&gt; about how she loves mechanical pencils, and also how expensive mechanical pencils cost to her. -.-' She talked quite a lot, but can't deny that she's really cute! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stay calm outside, distracting myself with some storyline in series and planning what should I do after reaching home. As time passed, it's finally my turn. I got a male examiner (both examiners for Venue 1 and 2 were females) and I felt good. I used to think that male examiners are more generous and lenient at markings. That's my personal opinion only, though. The piano there was nice and clear. However, I played my scales and the first piece terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For scales, I did a few mistakes and slips. The prelude part of the first piece was performed at a tempo far too fast, but then fugue was finely done. The second and third piece were just satisfying to me. Maybe the pedaling was a lil too heavy for the third piece, but I already tried my best, so no regrets for that. By the way, I peeked at the examiner for few times, and saw him writing long long comments on my results page. (I knew they're long cause' he had to draw lines using his ruler at the bottom of page, which obviously showed that his words were out of place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long comments are not good I tell you, they can be some kind of evidences/proofs/reports of your failure. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohgosh-am-I-going-to-fail-then?!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next section was Sight Reading. I was handed a piece with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 flats&lt;/span&gt; and immediately stayed stunned. Then the examiner pointed at the page beside, and instructed me to start on that. Phew, the piece on the next page was in direct contrast to the complicated-5-flats piece. Cause... it's in &lt;u&gt;C Major&lt;/u&gt;. Which means, &lt;i&gt;no accidentals&lt;/i&gt; yo! I was so crazily happy, never expecting it to be in my favourite C Major key. :D Anyway I didn't manage to finish my whole Sight Reading piece. Was asked to stop when I was halfway near to the end (about 6 bars more). Erm, it's either the time concerned or I must've played very badly. *big question mark above my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the very last section, which was Aural Test. The hearing sections for modulations and cadences went quite well. I was a bit uncertain for the second question for modulations though. And I actually answered one question wrongly out of four about the chords (still under the Cadence section). When I said it was chord V (five), he shook his head and kindly gave me a second chance. I hesitated and thought for a long time, and simply guessed Chord II (two). Unexpectedly, he replied that i was correct. Hmm, so am I considered right or wrong for that question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I sang out of tune in the aural test, &lt;s&gt;as usual&lt;/s&gt;. I could feel my voice sort of... shivering. *what to do?* For the general question, I was asked to give comments about the ending part of the melody played by the examiner. My answer was something similar as the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think the piece is a little atonal (*the musical term of out of key) and it sounds like a jazz style. *paused for awhile*  It's quite lively (muttered these 3 words). So I think it's a 20th-Century piece.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examiner continued to ask, what about the rhythmic change of it? (he played the middle part of the song once more). I then answered there's syncopations, with the doubtful look. He smiled a little and wanted me to suggest a composer for that. This was not too hard, &lt;i&gt;Copland&lt;/i&gt;, I said - first time answering it in a confident way. And that's the end of the whole scary exam. The time being in the examination room was quite relaxed and fun, facing my friendly examiner with his bald head. The scary part was the practising moments. Now all is already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must be losing some marks in my scales this time, and my first exam piece.(Scales used to be my best section among all previously) and am ready to fail. Nevermind, there's always a second try. On that day itself, I understand that passing any exams just by luck is not that great after all. Even if I pass by luck, it'll be harder for me to go though the other higher levels and grades. So I shall give myself chances and also, lower some expectations. Perhaps disappointment will not be that high then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Promise you won't cry,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;br /&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/30490215-6678603593245883831?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6678603593245883831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=6678603593245883831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6678603593245883831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6678603593245883831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-its-080808.html' title='So It&apos;s 080808'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-4420529945414557859</id><published>2008-08-07T12:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:04:47.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>Is It Too Late?</title><content type='html'>Gosh it's less than a day from now, till my piano exam. I'm really nervous, worried and at the same time, scared. I'm so unstable at playing the 3 pieces, sometimes they're played quite fine, while other times they're in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;. For scales, I can be very careless, especially in arpeggios. Sight reading and oral tests are worse. I can't even get the right pitch when it comes to singing. Yes, I sing like a toad. And I don't know what's wrong with my hearing. I can't get the correct note/key no matter how hard I try to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, it's tomorrowwwww you know! I can't believe it. Mainly because I'm not yet prepared. For the first time I'm so tension. I questioned myself for several times, what will happen next if I fail? Should I spend another one or two years learning the same songs just to sit for the same exam? Can I still keep trying and move on? Maybe I'll choose to learn other musical instruments instead? Or even... I'm not going to sit for exams &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I can't even get a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; answer for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be a lucky day. Let's keep my fingers crossed and hope that I can be the fortunate one too. I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; depend on luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm feeling down,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-4420529945414557859?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4420529945414557859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4420529945414557859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4420529945414557859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4420529945414557859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-too-late-now.html' title='Is It Too Late?'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5373414513291358613</id><published>2008-07-25T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:13:10.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Scary Reminder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SImo5Kt9EzI/AAAAAAAABKY/oyaY0IZdqjM/s1600-h/280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SImo5Kt9EzI/AAAAAAAABKY/M1H7Hs04GHo/s320-R/280.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took photos out of boredom (trying different angles). I seriously can't find anything meaningful to do. In school, I spend most of my time sleeping, talking and laughing. At home, I watch television, play piano sometimes and not forget to take my daily naps. In my whole schedule, there is no space for me to insert the word 'studies' or even 'homework'. I have stopped doing homework for some time, and I'm not feeling guilty, which is very bad. (I used to complete my Maths and Chinese homework only.) It has became a bad habit for me to keep wasting my time and leave my homework aside. I drag most of my homework and only do it in rush when teacher wants to collect it. Boohoo.&amp;nbsp; Like today, I was rushing for my Science and English homework so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minta maaflah cikgu, saya memang hutang banyak kerja sebelumnya! :P&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mala as called by Pn. Viani&lt;/s&gt; Nirmal was annoying as usual this morning, I either ignored him (pretended that I did't know he's talking to me) or scolded him (to be exact, I answered him in an impolite way). Why couldn't he just sense that my mood is bad and stop bugging me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OhMyGod&lt;/b&gt; my piano exam is drawing near, and I mean reallllyyyyy near. [Refer to my countdown below] I'm not prepared for it, I think I'm more likely to fail miserably. I can't stop being worried about it, but I'm not &lt;i&gt;motivated&lt;/i&gt; to practise constantly/regularly/hardworkingly. I just admit I'm lazy, that's all. Zhen Ni said that 08.08.2008 is an unlucky day (my exam is on that day, duh). Oh NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the lucky person on an unlucky day can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All i want is just a&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;PASS&lt;/b&gt;. I wanna achieve 101 marks, or higher of course. Hopefully I can reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most importantly, I hope that I won't get sick around this time. No, I MUST not / CANNOT be sick. Hello, how can a person having soar throat answer the examiner's questions or even greet him/her? And, imagine a person having flu keep sniffling while playing piano? Isn't it awkward?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dear readers, must wish me luck alright, and pray for me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SImo2wpszLI/AAAAAAAABKQ/A-boSVyJLEU/s1600-h/279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SImo2wpszLI/AAAAAAAABKQ/QU3DBt1SCh0/s320-R/279.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without colours? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be similar to life without music - meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of different problems, at anytime, anywhere. I wish I could be more simple-minded, perhaps those situations won't seem that complicated to me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days more I'm stop schooling.&lt;br /&gt;14 days more I'm sitting for the most important ever piano exam.&lt;br /&gt;15 days more my furnitures will be carried away.&lt;br /&gt;17 days more I'm. leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not wearing the &lt;u&gt;screw&lt;/u&gt; (as called by Johanna) /&lt;u&gt;screwdriver&lt;/u&gt; (as called by Nirmal) /&lt;u&gt;Hello Kitty's flower&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; (as called by Zhen ni) earrings anymore. That pair of ear rings made my ears itchy&lt;i&gt; ish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5373414513291358613?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5373414513291358613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5373414513291358613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5373414513291358613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5373414513291358613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/07/scary-reminder.html' title='Scary Reminder.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SImo5Kt9EzI/AAAAAAAABKY/M1H7Hs04GHo/s72-Rc/280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-2700195927643730951</id><published>2008-07-20T21:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:11:20.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Debbie Is Officially 15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SIMZkS2842I/AAAAAAAABJw/pDVWBH4NlgY/s1600-h/deb+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SIMZkS2842I/AAAAAAAABJw/SHZfPJnRfrI/s320-R/deb+copy.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SIMZxPm4xQI/AAAAAAAABJ4/F1yQVS7Q7-U/s1600-h/166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SIMZxPm4xQI/AAAAAAAABJ4/m_uenh9DaeI/s320-R/166.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To the humorous, sarcastic and helpful friend of mine: &lt;a href="http://intheblueskies.blogspot.com/"&gt;deb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about my friend debbie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;She's so crazy over TVXQ (she herself told me that she's a desperate fan) like how I'm obsessed over Ray, lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;She's a computer genius. At least a genius in html and some basic computer stuffs, eg. reformatting her computer and burning CD's (I still don't know how to burn a CD okay, don't laugh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;She loves learning new languages such as Japanese and Korean. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;She is totally random, especially it comes to sending messages. I received her SMS saying "Good morning. Nice weather to sleep =D" and also, "I'm so high nose. I actually got the top tenth in school! Hehehehehehe" last year. At that time I stunned for awhile, thinking of what I should reply, or even, didn't know how to reply. O.o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, the feeling of receiving her messages was... good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, she's a very nice friend and I won't ever forget the times we had together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SINBfcF9kgI/AAAAAAAABKI/ihwtOs_Bgbs/s1600-h/tvxq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SINBfcF9kgI/AAAAAAAABKI/CSx_UaK3p9M/s320-R/tvxq.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine TVXQ members wishing Debbie Happy Birthday =) Sorry, you know I'm lame. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SIMb4JpDqtI/AAAAAAAABKA/w5q0urUXMI8/s1600-h/161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SIMb4JpDqtI/AAAAAAAABKA/SdZaC0S1clE/s320-R/161.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay the way you are, friend. Happy Birthday, I love you girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;*Erase the stupid line jiawen.co.nr in the picture above. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I&lt;/strike&gt;'m having this mixed feeling: high, sad and desperate. But right now, it's more to high.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Cause the drama that I've anticipating for years will. be. RELEASED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG. It's not other drama series but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOONLIGHT RESONANCE&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;i&gt;Heart of Greed 2&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bt _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/bt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHoFu4k6ZzI/AAAAAAAABJY/XffOzE4JyaA/s1600-h/frontpage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222493020908840754" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHoFu4k6ZzI/AAAAAAAABJY/XffOzE4JyaA/s320/frontpage.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[Picture resource: miss.lam's blog.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can start watching Moonlight Resonance from 28th July. However, I can only watch the first 9 or 10 episodes. :( On the 8th or 9th of August my television (as well as other furnitures) will be carried away to Indonesia. I have to wait for 3 whole weeks for my television to arrive. 3 weeks is equal to 21 days OMG. Life without series will be definitely so boring and miserable. Therefore, I will sure be back to my downloading series business at that time! &lt;font size="1"&gt;(people, is there any way to download series faster?)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comparing the picture of Moonlight Resonance and Heart of Greed (the older version):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHoFvBX_r1I/AAAAAAAABJg/MDO9x0Pn1sY/s1600-h/main_06.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222493023270580050" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHoFvBX_r1I/AAAAAAAABJg/MDO9x0Pn1sY/s320/main_06.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of continue selling abalones, the family will be selling mooncakes. Fa La's character will be a deaf person, which will be a challenge for her. Besides, there will be 2 love triangles in the story. The first one will be among Raymond, Bosco and Linda Chung, and the second one will be among Tavia, Kate Tsui and Moses. I'm so eagerly looking forward to it man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trailer Of Moonlight Resonance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHuI1IoOrB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHuI1IoOrB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the theme Song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrGm75-yt_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrGm75-yt_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I want the time to pause, badly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-2700195927643730951?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2700195927643730951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=2700195927643730951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2700195927643730951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2700195927643730951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/07/debbie-is-officially-15.html' title='Debbie Is Officially 15.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SIMZkS2842I/AAAAAAAABJw/SHZfPJnRfrI/s72-Rc/deb+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-1011012338205782609</id><published>2008-07-11T19:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:37:55.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Complication.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHdgHEB62TI/AAAAAAAABJA/BvZSLfKWCM4/s1600-h/freedom_by_richimpulse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHdgHEB62TI/AAAAAAAABJA/BvZSLfKWCM4/s320/freedom_by_richimpulse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221747967416523058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freedom; is what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy and I've been tied up to to so many things. I'm never free. :/&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I'm sick, again. Seems like a usual thing for me to have flu and fever at the same time. Had runny nose since yesterday, my nose was like a water tap with water kept on flowing out. Sorry if i sound a lil disgusting, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the blogger who is well-known of her laziness came up here because of boredom. After reading many blog entries, watching many episodes of dramas, taking panadol, sleeping, and even reading pages of storybook, I practically have nothing to do right now. &amp;amp;That's why I choose to blog. \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHn90v9yjFI/AAAAAAAABJI/HzhT8t_u-2E/s1600-h/277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHn90v9yjFI/AAAAAAAABJI/HzhT8t_u-2E/s320/277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484325583457362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm late for this. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;May En. Guna rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His leaving was really saddening and our school lost a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I don't even know who he is (ashamed of myself) but his news shocked me for quite awhile. His family is sure having a hard time, sincerely hope that they will get over with it and carry on their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School these days are quite boring. Teachers seldom teach so we students spent most of the time chit-chatting and fooling around. Form 3 students had &lt;i&gt;ceramah&lt;/i&gt;'s recently. Yesterday's were for History and Malay subjects, while today's for Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Science's cause I had to help teacher with some stuffs at that time. Anyway, Sok Kuan said that it was boring and kind of useless. The talk about History was only so-so but Malay's was nice. At least more interesting as what I thought at first. The topic we discussed was about vandalism. Speaking about those problematic students vandalise school properties in order to draw their parents' attention, here's an example of what the person said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I love you, mum. Where are you? Where? where? Where??!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he acted as the problematic student was so funny. He taught few techniques for essay writing, but I didn't really pay attention towards it. Honestly speaking I was in half asleep half awake condition. No doubt I could fall asleep comfortably if there's a pillow for my head to rest. You know how hard is it to sleep with my head on my &lt;u&gt;water bottle&lt;/u&gt;?! Pffft. Anyway I'll just skip the other parts of the ceramah, since it's not that interesting to share after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's English lesson was &lt;i&gt;unusually&lt;/i&gt; nice. I didn't really like English lesson previously (see I'm being very honest) because we students used to spend the whole lesson doing either model tests or novel summaries. We no longer have to do novel summaries anymore since we had done with the whole book. Model tests are rather boring to me, especially the essay part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, we didn't have to do model tests last Friday for English lesson. We just answered some questions in the textbook &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's a bonus when we didn't have to copy them in the exercise book)&lt;/span&gt; then teacher wanted to continue with our oral activity. We were supposed to present a short dialogue in front of the class. I began to panic as I didn't memorise my lines for the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of our names being called, we were asked to write our own names on the blackboard. We, as in all students of the whole class. I was a little puzzled, as I had no idea what for the names were needed. Then, teacher talked about a topic called &lt;b&gt;knowing our personalities through different handwritings&lt;/b&gt;. She started with Nirmal, the guy who wrote his name as &lt;u&gt;Nirmala&lt;/u&gt; on the blackboard. (At first teacher suggested us to call him Mala as a short form of Nirmala, lol.) Callie mentioned that he wants to be a gangster wanna-be, attaching a line he used to say - After school I wanna meet you at the field... The whole class agreed. Everyone was against him, so we were given the chance to complain and speak out all the wrongdoings of Nirmal. Haziq said he was punched and bitten up by the gangster-wannabe for several times. Zhen Ying complained that he kept rapping all the time and often disturbs the others. Everyone clapped and cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Nirmal is smart enough to defend himself. He told many excuses such that we were the ones who picked on him and called him names. Hello, nobody is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; free to pick on him okay. He is the one who made us feel so annoyed. I am the one sitting beside him and I know how hard it is to put up with him. Anyway, there's this sentence which popped up in my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Stop calling him other names. He is nothing but plain MALA. (Right, Nirmal?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a quote by my teacher by the way. Everyone burst out laughing after that, including me, who always laugh over little matters. For the first time, that teacher can be humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the part where we were given the chance to speak out our minds was fun. At least we could let the teacher know how much trouble that Nirmal had brought to us. At least we could support each other by cheering and clapping. At least we could show our feelings out, where we were so irritated by the problematic guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHn90uGdGEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/uLpycsJ18yQ/s1600-h/278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHn90uGdGEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/uLpycsJ18yQ/s320/278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484325082929218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing few problems at a time is hard. The feeling I'm undergoing is quite complicated that I don't know how to explain. Not mentioning about the other problems but there's one thing for sure - I'm gonna fail my piano exam. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hope for the best,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-1011012338205782609?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1011012338205782609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1011012338205782609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1011012338205782609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1011012338205782609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/07/complication.html' title='Complication.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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://bp3.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHdgHEB62TI/AAAAAAAABJA/BvZSLfKWCM4/s72-c/freedom_by_richimpulse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-4856947972482591638</id><published>2008-07-10T15:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:06:13.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Zhen Ni Said I can Close My Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHdCoyusdoI/AAAAAAAABI4/LrA9A8-MWMc/s1600-h/DSCN2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHdCoyusdoI/AAAAAAAABI4/LrA9A8-MWMc/s320/DSCN2944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221715561539204738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me dear friend &lt;u&gt;Julia Chow&lt;/u&gt;! You're finally fifteeeeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;Well, although we're not that close anymore now, I still hope that you enjoy your day and have fun in life everyday. :) *I'm not good at expressing my thoughts, sorry*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like posting about those past events anymore, eg. Campfire Night and &lt;i&gt;*insert names here*&lt;/i&gt;s' birthdays. Reason no.1 is always the same - Laziness, and reason no.2 is, I can't manage to upload Campfire Night video clips. I don't know what's wrong with youtube (or what's wrong with my account), I waited for almost an hour in front of the computer yet my video couldn't be uploaded. At last I got really fed-up with it and gave up uploading them. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is nearly dead...&lt;br /&gt;before someone tagged me. And that's why I'm here updating finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last person to tag you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debbbbbbbbbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What relationship of you with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-classmate, primary school friend, MSN friend, blogging friend. (what else?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your 5 impression towards him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friendly&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarcastic (in a god way..)&lt;br /&gt;3. Funny&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 ive's, which are creative, expressive and imaginative :P&lt;br /&gt;5. Helpful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she has done to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I can't really recall right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable words that he/she has say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She either typed or messaged me these words, instead of saying them to me face to face.&lt;br /&gt;- Eh, if got any TVXQ mags help me buy ah.. thanks. muax!&lt;br /&gt;- Cheers for you too. Ya he can singgggg! I heard a soundtrack by him, not bad. Go buy! Tell your papa mama you like him, if not out of nowhere buy his album meh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible. That's all I want to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never talk to her again - this sounds childish. Well I AM childish. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;But NOOOOOOOO! I don't hope that we'll end up become enemies, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't be my lover, and I don't have any idea what she has to improve on. She's like quite good in everything already...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she insults my idols (which most probably won't happen) or complain that I'm too boring and annoying (which is more likely to happen if compared to statement number one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most desirable things to do for he/she is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give her anything related to TVXQ. Cause that's what which makes her happy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The overall impression to he/her is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good and nice friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they feel that I'm blur, a little annoying, likes to laugh the whole day long. More to crazy. Oh some people think that I'm one kind of nerd who spend all my time studying or reading books. I'm here to tell you people that I AM NOT. And I don't hope to be that kind of boring person with no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My close friends think that I can go hyper easily, especially talking about TVB series. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The character for you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know, gosh. No kidding. Sometimes I'm just so talkative and noisy and loud, which usually happens in school. While at home I'm quiet but bossy. Oh, but I'm certain that I really love music and series. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy. Blur. Slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhilynn, Johanna or Rushan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and I love you too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten people to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johanna *who cares if your don't have a blog.*&lt;br /&gt;2. Tzi Ying&lt;br /&gt;3. Zhen Ying&lt;br /&gt;4. Zhen Ni&lt;br /&gt;5. Wei Jean&lt;br /&gt;6. Callie&lt;br /&gt;7. May Ee&lt;br /&gt;8. Siew Man&lt;br /&gt;9. Su Yi&lt;br /&gt;10. Shu Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is number 2 having relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is number 3 a female or male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If number 7 and 10 be together would it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are girls. WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about number 5 and 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head* cannot cannot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is number 1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johanna: In school just now.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tzi Ying: Last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Zhen Ying: Days ago.&lt;br /&gt;4. Zhen Ni: Hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wei Jean: Can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;6. Callie: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;7. May Ee: Very long time, months ago.&lt;br /&gt;8. Siew Man: Months ago, when we said hi in the toilet o.o&lt;br /&gt;9. Su Yi: Today, via MSN.&lt;br /&gt;10. Shu Ying: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is number 4 a single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course. She is damn loyal to her idol, thus reserves a place for him in her heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk something about 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzi Ying is always a friendly person. A sociable, sweet and humble friend too. Her life is all about music and designing, which I think it's good. Hah. Oh, she's a contrast to me... cause she's soft while I'm loud, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-4856947972482591638?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4856947972482591638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4856947972482591638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4856947972482591638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4856947972482591638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/07/zhen-ni-said-i-can-close-my-blog.html' title='Zhen Ni Said I can Close My Blog.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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://bp0.blogger.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SHdCoyusdoI/AAAAAAAABI4/LrA9A8-MWMc/s72-c/DSCN2944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-4995136195853833402</id><published>2008-06-20T19:22:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:54:46.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camwhore Sessions'/><title type='text'>Meeting Up  With Dear Shu Shien.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWDI8sowI/AAAAAAAABEw/h2v9bcZOSXc/s1600-h/P1170323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWDI8sowI/AAAAAAAABEw/h2v9bcZOSXc/s320/P1170323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925974297322242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoho I finally got to meet up with &lt;b&gt;Shu Shien&lt;/b&gt; during the holidays, and on Thursday! She held a farewell gathering at her place during the holidays, &lt;i&gt;for me&lt;/i&gt;. Yours truly is transferring to Jakarta in the middle of August, around 12th. No, it's not a joke. Well my dad will be working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the farewell gathering. It's just like a 'port luck' among few families - Shu Shien's family, Chao Jian's family, Yip Kei's family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Yi Jui's family. Adding some of my brother's friends. Each family brought food there and we had dinner together there. I didn't take photos of the food for dinner, too shy. It looks not that nice if I kept on snapping photos of food in front of many adults, as if I was &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; hungry, or I had never seen food before. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about random topics, talking about school life, then skipped to the topics of hobbies and books. Practically almost everything. Not long after that, we started playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWDTgyTpI/AAAAAAAABE4/eY8er9EAExU/s1600-h/P1170330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWDTgyTpI/AAAAAAAABE4/eY8er9EAExU/s320/P1170330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925977133043346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWDi-1ivI/AAAAAAAABFE/WVT-gqyMD8Q/s1600-h/P1170331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWDi-1ivI/AAAAAAAABFE/WVT-gqyMD8Q/s320/P1170331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925981285616370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm never good in Scrabbles. Anyway it was still fun playing it while scratching my head for a word everytime. I formed only simple words, my vocab is poor. At last we just ended the game without using all the letters. All of us were stuck, leaving the letters C, Y, V, and Z. Can the letter Y be inserted to form the word 'yo'? :P I mean, is 'yo' counted as a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWD2byiUI/AAAAAAAABFQ/qfe89tXyKCw/s1600-h/P1170333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWD2byiUI/AAAAAAAABFQ/qfe89tXyKCw/s320/P1170333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925986507327810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before keeping everything in its original place after the game ended, we used the letters to form our names, 3 beautiful names. The word 'Shu' was out of place, only 'Shien' could be fitted in. I know, my name was the main 'branch'! And I was happy enough because of that! Oh, I just recall of something,which is... I forgot to insert Raymond's name connecting to mine! S:    *&amp;amp;]\(D^%!* &lt;i&gt;(Oh Jia Wen...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Shu Shien played board games with my sister. Don't ask me the name of the board game shown below, cause I've no idea about it. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) I didn't join the game as I was too tired and sort of lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWETqw54I/AAAAAAAABFc/swAyC0q9ZZk/s1600-h/P1170335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWETqw54I/AAAAAAAABFc/swAyC0q9ZZk/s320/P1170335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925994354763650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Let's see who's gonna win.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;You know I won't miss the chance taking photos with Shu Shien. So... yeah. Two precious photos taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFueYa6LxXI/AAAAAAAABGQ/lMCJLvD_-24/s1600-h/P1170345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFueYa6LxXI/AAAAAAAABGQ/lMCJLvD_-24/s320/P1170345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213935135988893042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFueYgwPCVI/AAAAAAAABGY/nH3EJwCpwmk/s1600-h/P1170346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFueYgwPCVI/AAAAAAAABGY/nH3EJwCpwmk/s320/P1170346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213935137557776722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love both photos. (: They look similar, or maybe the second one looks clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many adorable soft toys in Shu Shien's room. What i mean by adorable is like... REALLY cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFueY-qdOOI/AAAAAAAABGg/rATLKVIueME/s1600-h/P1170347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFueY-qdOOI/AAAAAAAABGg/rATLKVIueME/s320/P1170347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213935145586604258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been craving for this orang little thing since I saw it for the first time. It is called &lt;b&gt;Moriji&lt;/b&gt; if I'm not mistaken, or Mokozi. No, I think Mokozi is the another green creature. See, it looks so cute till you can't resist it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFueZVExwrI/AAAAAAAABGo/tzxsQ6uTspg/s1600-h/P1170348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFueZVExwrI/AAAAAAAABGo/tzxsQ6uTspg/s320/P1170348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213935151602582194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The orange little creature with it's friend, the red bunny with a pair of angel wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucGraOPDI/AAAAAAAABFo/-zmHXK-y4iE/s1600-h/P1170338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucGraOPDI/AAAAAAAABFo/-zmHXK-y4iE/s320/P1170338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213932632157338674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The red bunny showing it's snowy wings. Behind it there's a brown furry teddy sitting comfortably. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucHoUbMII/AAAAAAAABFw/cu7V8-JzGmY/s1600-h/P1170340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucHoUbMII/AAAAAAAABFw/cu7V8-JzGmY/s320/P1170340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213932648507584642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG the fat pink pig is the spotlight! Everyone hardly notices the bear behind :S I feel like squeezing the toy pig hardly, hehe. *oops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucIShi52I/AAAAAAAABF4/RjWQOESEVTo/s1600-h/P1170341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucIShi52I/AAAAAAAABF4/RjWQOESEVTo/s320/P1170341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213932659836905314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The puppy looks very sincere. Its function is to hold a handphone in its place. (^w^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Shien offered us to watch Secrets, the popular movie acted by Jay Chou. I wanted to watch it last time right after it started showing in cinemas. For now, I'm not that eager to watch it anymore, although it still looks nice, especially the piano performance part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucJME0JtI/AAAAAAAABGA/1JyhsuS6ryY/s1600-h/P1170342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucJME0JtI/AAAAAAAABGA/1JyhsuS6ryY/s320/P1170342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213932675285657298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The CD of 'Secrets'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucJzW0Q8I/AAAAAAAABGI/vSWtAdXXkZk/s1600-h/P1170343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFucJzW0Q8I/AAAAAAAABGI/vSWtAdXXkZk/s320/P1170343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213932685830144962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't manage to watch that movie at last. Had to go home when the movie was just about to start. Nevermind, maybe I'll watch it when I'm very free next time, God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invited my friend to my house on last Thursday for another time, as we wanted to spend more time together. Didn't have any special activities on that day, I'm not a very creative person with crazy ideas, neither an outgoing person. We just chatted randomly and also watched episodes of Forensic Heroes 2. Having conversations with her made me feel that my languages are really poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we camwhored a lot, with different crazy faces. There's not much difference on my facial expressions in these photos. BUT Shu Shien was different compared to me, look at her facial expressions! Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mind you. There are many camwhored photos. So be prepared. :) &lt;s&gt;Or you can choose to scroll down as fast as possible to skip that.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugoezK6QI/AAAAAAAABGw/KemT1x0QwrI/s1600-h/P1170667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugoezK6QI/AAAAAAAABGw/KemT1x0QwrI/s320/P1170667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213937610934380802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Shot ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: BIG eyeballs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Don't think of monsters when I say this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugoZ2cxeI/AAAAAAAABG4/sdbp9OMju0A/s1600-h/P1170668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugoZ2cxeI/AAAAAAAABG4/sdbp9OMju0A/s320/P1170668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213937609605957090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Shot TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: Smile. I know that the angle was wrongly estimated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugoqMsesI/AAAAAAAABHA/BblrdamW_Ow/s1600-h/P1170669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugoqMsesI/AAAAAAAABHA/BblrdamW_Ow/s320/P1170669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213937613994228418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot THREE:&lt;/span&gt; This time the angle was estimated correctly. I like this photo. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugosAAolI/AAAAAAAABHI/9zW8AIKEt7c/s1600-h/P1170670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugosAAolI/AAAAAAAABHI/9zW8AIKEt7c/s320/P1170670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213937614477894226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot FOUR:&lt;/span&gt; Haha, c-r-a-z-y people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(You can know which hand I used to hold the camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugo-K1JgI/AAAAAAAABHQ/D-s3zLKfyAI/s1600-h/P1170672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFugo-K1JgI/AAAAAAAABHQ/D-s3zLKfyAI/s320/P1170672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213937619355117058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui90dYg7I/AAAAAAAABHY/FJckacAoozs/s1600-h/P1170673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui90dYg7I/AAAAAAAABHY/FJckacAoozs/s320/P1170673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213940176549086130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot FIVE &amp;amp;SIX:&lt;/span&gt; Not again? Ah, let's forget about the angle problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui966qr3I/AAAAAAAABHg/r09SR14zkyI/s1600-h/P1170675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui966qr3I/AAAAAAAABHg/r09SR14zkyI/s320/P1170675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213940178282524530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot SEVEN:&lt;/span&gt; Close your eyes and imagine you're in your dreamland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I'll be awake shouting for Ray, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui-KUwRmI/AAAAAAAABHo/lIkYWHMklsQ/s1600-h/P1170676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui-KUwRmI/AAAAAAAABHo/lIkYWHMklsQ/s320/P1170676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213940182418474594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot EIGHT:&lt;/span&gt; Hello. Another picture that I love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui-C5TRUI/AAAAAAAABHw/feAd1c0f064/s1600-h/P1170677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui-C5TRUI/AAAAAAAABHw/feAd1c0f064/s320/P1170677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213940180424279362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot NINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui-QhZ8gI/AAAAAAAABH4/bx-tPBSzHzI/s1600-h/P1170686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFui-QhZ8gI/AAAAAAAABH4/bx-tPBSzHzI/s320/P1170686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213940184082149890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; Lastly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot TEN. &lt;/span&gt;Perfect ten. :D Camwhoring can be reallyyy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuoOStK4xI/AAAAAAAABIw/OCnBnM9N7-0/s1600-h/P1170671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuoOStK4xI/AAAAAAAABIw/OCnBnM9N7-0/s320/P1170671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945957104411410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here's the time when Shu Shien did multi-tasking. She did 3 tasks together, which were playing monopoly with me sister, chatting with me and watching Forensic Heroes 2. I didn't join in to play monopoly, cause of laziness (again). You know, monopoly game can drag very long. I had this experience of playing it for nearly 4 hours, which spent the whole afternoon. That resulted me of having body-ache, and felt extremely tired, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend was hyper when she saw &lt;u&gt;Kevin Cheng&lt;/u&gt;,the very cool actor on the screen of TV. Btw, that day was Kevin Cheng's birthday! She kept going, "Ah. I love this look of Cheng Ka Weng! ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept on changing channels and skipped the police cases part just to see more screen shows of Kevin. I took a number of photos of Kevin while watching the drama. As I watched most of the episodes before, I could guess when Kevin would appear in the show. The photos were quite blur because of the radiation of my television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunkeXNroI/AAAAAAAABIA/ZKC9QdOuFSg/s1600-h/P1170663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunkeXNroI/AAAAAAAABIA/ZKC9QdOuFSg/s320/P1170663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945238679039618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin (sitting in the middle) with his friends at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunksu1a_I/AAAAAAAABII/GJ5aKSnxNhc/s1600-h/P1170665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunksu1a_I/AAAAAAAABII/GJ5aKSnxNhc/s320/P1170665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945242536209394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin was drinking his beer after saying, "She (Charmaine) had a sad past in her life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunkpxdcqI/AAAAAAAABIQ/lVrNC15buFA/s1600-h/P1170680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunkpxdcqI/AAAAAAAABIQ/lVrNC15buFA/s320/P1170680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945241741914786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunk5dbGWI/AAAAAAAABIY/i3hXPT2vX2I/s1600-h/P1170683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunk5dbGWI/AAAAAAAABIY/i3hXPT2vX2I/s320/P1170683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945245952842082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunk_N_4II/AAAAAAAABIg/J1Aako9GMWU/s1600-h/P1170684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFunk_N_4II/AAAAAAAABIg/J1Aako9GMWU/s320/P1170684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945247498756226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuoOc8OX-I/AAAAAAAABIo/dm3KV1EQce4/s1600-h/P1170678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuoOc8OX-I/AAAAAAAABIo/dm3KV1EQce4/s320/P1170678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945959851909090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kevin walking with Charmaine while consoling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink back to shushien* Happy or not? All photos are here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;I know I'm gonna miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/30490215-4995136195853833402?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4995136195853833402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4995136195853833402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4995136195853833402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4995136195853833402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/06/meeting-up-with-dear-shu-shien.html' title='Meeting Up  With Dear Shu Shien.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFuWDI8sowI/AAAAAAAABEw/h2v9bcZOSXc/s72-c/P1170323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-4846356444304673819</id><published>2008-06-13T20:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:35:13.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camwhore Sessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>6M/2005 Gathering @ Teacher's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFZNnXXWJNI/AAAAAAAABD0/fEv1X7nDz9U/s1600-h/P1170302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212438957410100434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFZNnXXWJNI/AAAAAAAABD0/fEv1X7nDz9U/s320/P1170302.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry all for the delayed post. I know you are forgiving and nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o-m-g&lt;/span&gt; I attended 6M/2005 class gathering at teacher's house! &lt;b&gt;Yi Xian&lt;/b&gt; was the one who first contacted teacher because he was blackmailed by &lt;b&gt;Eugene&lt;/b&gt; (I think. I was told so.) Then, &lt;b&gt;Debbie&lt;/b&gt; was the one who passed the message to me via sms. Right after her message, I received &lt;b&gt;Julia&lt;/b&gt;'s too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction after receiving the messages was stunned there, and hesitating whether I should go. Then I started imagining how my old friends look like now, for a long long time. Cause I recalled of different scenes, happy, sad, funny... For example how I used to quarrel with some other friends and how I was scolded and how my friends helped me. I simply miss those times &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oh, come on, not again..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'm back to the topic. Posting about gathering. Oh, Jia Wen decided not to edit the photos because they're meant to be shared with everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that morning, &lt;b&gt;An Jie&lt;/b&gt; came to my house at around 10am then only we went together to teacher's house. The gathering was held from 9.30 am to 12.30 pm. She had an outing before that (as what she told me) while I had this terrible stomach-ache at the same time. (T__T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were the last two persons who arrived. I was totally wrong when I thought there were only few people inside. I was really nervous before going in, expecting something special or unusual to happen. Most of the people didn't change much, still could recognise them by the first look. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, now be ready to see the whole load of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvss_U3X-I/AAAAAAAAA_M/7oIDS6DgVlo/s1600-h/P1170259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209517651641458658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvss_U3X-I/AAAAAAAAA_M/7oIDS6DgVlo/s320/P1170259.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls who attended the gathering(from left): Yin Huey, Siew Mien, Pey Yan, Shu Yi, An Jie, Sarah, and me. &amp;lt;3   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvsuPU3YBI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R1_XGq3JHUQ/s1600-h/P1170262.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209517673116295186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvsuPU3YBI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R1_XGq3JHUQ/s320/P1170262.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the candid pictures taken by An Jie. (She helped me to take most of the photos in fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the right side is Kai Cheng, the girl holding the glass is Sarah and the one moving at the centre is Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pityful Sarah was teased by Pey Yan and Er Vyn for several times that she didn't grow taller. Er Vyn even claimed that she became shorter just because she's currently a little &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(1 or 2 cm)&lt;/span&gt; shorter than Er Vyn. O.o Humans won't be shorter as they grow older, unless you're really old okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvsuPU3YCI/AAAAAAAAA_s/dnOS3bU5byI/s1600-h/P1170264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209517673116295202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvsuPU3YCI/AAAAAAAAA_s/dnOS3bU5byI/s320/P1170264.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timothy walking here and there with his video recorder. Didn't really talk much with him and other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvu2fU3YDI/AAAAAAAAA_0/f2hWU4hLe5c/s1600-h/P1170265.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209520013873471538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvu2fU3YDI/AAAAAAAAA_0/f2hWU4hLe5c/s320/P1170265.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kai Cheng is at the front, &lt;s&gt;showing his back&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvu2fU3YEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dhZWC4vPxVU/s1600-h/P1170266.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209520013873471554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvu2fU3YEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dhZWC4vPxVU/s320/P1170266.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desmond playing his PSP happily (or Game Boy, I think it's PSP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvu3fU3YHI/AAAAAAAABAU/wjniwhFAcP8/s1600-h/P1170270.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209520031053340786" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvu3fU3YHI/AAAAAAAABAU/wjniwhFAcP8/s320/P1170270.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pey Yan and Sarah. The very close friends who have many topics in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvwevU3YII/AAAAAAAABAc/L65Ay5_Ee68/s1600-h/P1170271.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521804874834050" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvwevU3YII/AAAAAAAABAc/L65Ay5_Ee68/s320/P1170271.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang of guys behind were having fun playing cards. Spot Aaron Chew! He's in the red shirt sitting right behind of the table. Pey Yan referred him the one with bushy hair, lol. &lt;b&gt;No offence my friend&lt;/b&gt;, it's just that your hair is a bit long. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvwfvU3YLI/AAAAAAAABA0/Y7NhHDvXbBg/s1600-h/P1170274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521822054703282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvwfvU3YLI/AAAAAAAABA0/Y7NhHDvXbBg/s320/P1170274.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to use my camera to zoom in for this photo. Eugene Lim's voice changed so much until all the girls couldn't recognise it's his. Anyway, I don't know what reason made him so shy, until he didn't want to be in the group photo. At that time when everyone was ready for the photo shoot, he suddenly went,"Oh I want to go to the toilet." Kai Cheng, very smartly answered that he wanted to follow him to the toilet to snap a picture of him, lol. Obviously, he was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvwf_U3YMI/AAAAAAAABA8/1RGMhJ1VGnU/s1600-h/P1170276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521826349670594" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvwf_U3YMI/AAAAAAAABA8/1RGMhJ1VGnU/s320/P1170276.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now here's a candid picture of Donson and Yi Xian - Both didn't change much. I don't recall of hearing anything from Donson. He was concentrating on his playing cards I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyGvU3YNI/AAAAAAAABBE/35AVxC_GXGI/s1600-h/P1170277.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523591581229266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyGvU3YNI/AAAAAAAABBE/35AVxC_GXGI/s320/P1170277.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Hong - He didn't speak much either. He's soooooo quiet ever .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyG_U3YOI/AAAAAAAABBM/Y8j2LJWCfog/s1600-h/P1170278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523595876196578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyG_U3YOI/AAAAAAAABBM/Y8j2LJWCfog/s320/P1170278.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's Zhe Kai. Always being a happy-go-lucky person. Good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyHPU3YPI/AAAAAAAABBU/2ldeGKiY4No/s1600-h/P1170280.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523600171163890" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyHPU3YPI/AAAAAAAABBU/2ldeGKiY4No/s320/P1170280.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two girls sitting on the sofa were Siew Mien (on the left) and Yin Huey (on the right). Siew Mien changed quite a lot. She has long hair now and is very very talllll. d:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyHfU3YQI/AAAAAAAABBc/eAOT0owZvIw/s1600-h/P1170281.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523604466131202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyHfU3YQI/AAAAAAAABBc/eAOT0owZvIw/s320/P1170281.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyHvU3YRI/AAAAAAAABBk/95vbksFw1N0/s1600-h/P1170283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523608761098514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEvyHvU3YRI/AAAAAAAABBk/95vbksFw1N0/s320/P1170283.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The group photo. Sad to say that the lighting is not very good. Thank you An Jie for being out photographer! I feel a little bad that she couldn't be in the picture. The others didn't want to take another group photo. Or I should say, not many heard me when I asked them to take photo. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEv3l_U3YSI/AAAAAAAABBs/b68jvKNF5p8/s1600-h/P1170284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209529626010280226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEv3l_U3YSI/AAAAAAAABBs/b68jvKNF5p8/s320/P1170284.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEv3mfU3YUI/AAAAAAAABB8/8SDybXw64Ck/s1600-h/P1170286.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209529634600214850" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEv3mfU3YUI/AAAAAAAABB8/8SDybXw64Ck/s320/P1170286.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo of the girls with teacher! :D  Taken by Lim Yi Xian. *thanks* (One day later I shall try crop this picture, cause I think it'll look better without the legs part, heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEv3m_U3YWI/AAAAAAAABCM/vn9gWZWAw9Y/s1600-h/P1170288.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209529643190149474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEv3m_U3YWI/AAAAAAAABCM/vn9gWZWAw9Y/s320/P1170288.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEv3mvU3YVI/AAAAAAAABCE/RLLI8Kg8E3g/s1600-h/P1170287.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209529638895182162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEv3mvU3YVI/AAAAAAAABCE/RLLI8Kg8E3g/s320/P1170287.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys will be guys. Games are always their best friends. (I expect some will disagree with this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPK-r4bI/AAAAAAAABCU/HRgO7ToVKw0/s1600-h/P1170289.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211330234047783346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPK-r4bI/AAAAAAAABCU/HRgO7ToVKw0/s320/P1170289.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, we're focusing on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPP2pbeI/AAAAAAAABCc/hJSjytpDKgg/s1600-h/P1170290.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211330235356245474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPP2pbeI/AAAAAAAABCc/hJSjytpDKgg/s320/P1170290.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Jian - Tim's very best friend last time. He sent me greetings and messages during CNY and Christmas Day last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPeZiiVI/AAAAAAAABCk/T4_ynKimDTA/s1600-h/P1170292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211330239260690770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPeZiiVI/AAAAAAAABCk/T4_ynKimDTA/s320/P1170292.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blur picture - Pey Yan prefers this. She said sometimes blur pictures might turn out better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPv51c8I/AAAAAAAABCs/VAWb8pTTvoQ/s1600-h/P1170293.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211330243959550914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPv51c8I/AAAAAAAABCs/VAWb8pTTvoQ/s320/P1170293.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the clearer one - I like this more. &amp;lt;3 style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJdPzQyu7I/AAAAAAAABC0/EUKHMxEtd6A/s320/P1170294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211330244861148082" border="0"&amp;gt;Before going back, An Jie went to sit on that chair, relaxing by the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJgllzgoOI/AAAAAAAABC8/2nqdYOpZN1U/s1600-h/P1170295.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211333917740671202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJgllzgoOI/AAAAAAAABC8/2nqdYOpZN1U/s320/P1170295.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Zoom in more* Heee she looked sweet, don't you think so? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJglxeTpsI/AAAAAAAABDE/-SM6gMPD93g/s1600-h/P1170296.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211333920872965826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJglxeTpsI/AAAAAAAABDE/-SM6gMPD93g/s320/P1170296.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The swimming pool is loved. I could feel the chill. Hmm.. wonder how deep is it.. (Anyone knows?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJgmnXn5uI/AAAAAAAABDU/KVIE1w5w0iI/s1600-h/P1170298.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211333935340447458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJgmnXn5uI/AAAAAAAABDU/KVIE1w5w0iI/s320/P1170298.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJgmHLgReI/AAAAAAAABDM/VnJZVl5inUc/s1600-h/P1170297.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211333926699681250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJgmHLgReI/AAAAAAAABDM/VnJZVl5inUc/s320/P1170297.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJgnKzmx-I/AAAAAAAABDc/JBjpBXInw60/s1600-h/P1170299.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211333944853055458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFJgnKzmx-I/AAAAAAAABDc/JBjpBXInw60/s320/P1170299.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys were playing basketball. The basketball seemed floating in the last picture. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know what happened next, cause I already went back home with An Jie after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6M-ers, the next class gathering will be held most probably after PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If more people could attend on that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-4846356444304673819?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4846356444304673819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4846356444304673819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4846356444304673819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4846356444304673819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/06/6m2005-gathering-teachers-house.html' title='6M/2005 Gathering @ Teacher&apos;s House'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SFZNnXXWJNI/AAAAAAAABD0/fEv1X7nDz9U/s72-c/P1170302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-11544137846386863</id><published>2008-06-04T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:08:23.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Usual tag.</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Zhen Ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. What is the most important thing in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends, my possesions and collections :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2.Will you consider sexual relationships before marriage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. Do you smoke? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I dislike smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. What is the latest gadget that you own? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. Who did you mostly texted &lt;s&gt;yesterday&lt;/s&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checking my phone* [I personally change yesterday to today] Then, it'll be Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. How old are you and are you a virgin ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. What is the latest thing you bought with your own money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. Chocolates , Oreo or Vanilla ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates or Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. Where do you wish to get married ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere that's romantic enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10. How old do you think you will be permanently owned by love ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Permanent&lt;/u&gt; is a strong word to use. Let's see how my life goes in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;11. How many kids do you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12. Are you in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;13. Where is the latest restaurant you have dinner ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A restaurant in SS19. Not Jin Zhou, another one which is near to Lick Hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;14. What is your full name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teo Jia Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;15. Name the latest book you bought? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone Missing, Snowxwhite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16. Do you prefer mother or father? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are equally important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;17. Do you believe in God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I do pray. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;18. Name the first person you want to meet in life for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond, or maybe Wan Ting the famous blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;19. Christina or Britney? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20. Do you do your laundry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;21. The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm not that kind of person who like everything to be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;22. Hugs or kisses? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends. Hugs will be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;23. Single or attached? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;24. Point out 5 things about the person who tag you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A huge fan of Nicholas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always have emotional changes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Independent and has her own opinions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Responsible and steady when handling problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes i doubt that I understand her well as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;25. I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who likes doing it. I'm sick of picking people to be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood blogging here. A private blog will be better for me to spill everything out from my heart. Yeah I'm signing up for one and will spend more time posting there.&lt;br /&gt;I will feel comfortable at that place more perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-11544137846386863?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/11544137846386863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=11544137846386863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/11544137846386863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/11544137846386863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-zhen-ni.html' title='Usual tag.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5249087939942610987</id><published>2008-06-01T22:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:06:29.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>Bookfest @ Malaysia 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello all. I have plenty of pictures to share here. Cause I went to the bookfest at KL Convensional Centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I miss out the biggest book fair in Malaysia?!! Actually, I &lt;i&gt;nearly&lt;/i&gt; missed it, if I didn't keep urging my father to bring me there. I went there on last Saturday, which was the second last day of the book fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvbjwyipI/AAAAAAAAA80/ndWjQreGtpc/s1600-h/258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvbjwyipI/AAAAAAAAA80/ndWjQreGtpc/s320/258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206917007184923282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo of &lt;i&gt;half&lt;/i&gt; KLCC taken in the car. It turned out to be quite satisfying. I mean the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwlDwyiyI/AAAAAAAAA98/TWbYP1vW0Kw/s1600-h/267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwlDwyiyI/AAAAAAAAA98/TWbYP1vW0Kw/s320/267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918269905308450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt so cold after entering the building. Then from far I saw this really big banner pointing where the ticket counter was.  In fact, only adults (over 16 years old) had to buy tickets for RM2 each. I'm still considered a child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Nah I'm young  in heart and also physically)&lt;/span&gt; so I just entered the hall without needing to queue up to buy any tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvcDwyirI/AAAAAAAAA9E/yLDp8MhAlEk/s1600-h/260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvcDwyirI/AAAAAAAAA9E/yLDp8MhAlEk/s320/260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206917015774857906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so crowded inside, especially the Chinese Books section. I could hardly walk, and everyone nearly knocked each other. I heard that it was considered less people already on that day compared to the other days.  i know I should've feel lucky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvcTwyisI/AAAAAAAAA9M/QQdBX3GiAlE/s1600-h/261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvcTwyisI/AAAAAAAAA9M/QQdBX3GiAlE/s320/261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206917020069825218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's just so so so many books sold there with cheap prices!  Those Chinese books came from different countries including China, Hong Kong, Taiwan and Singapore. China books were the most of all books, but I could hardly understand them when i browse through. Exactly, too difficult and complicated. The authors used that type of long beautiful sentences just to describe one single object or scene. Ahh -.-" Sorry, I'm not a very patient person to read those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwkDwyiuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/LqPNsu2xUWY/s1600-h/263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwkDwyiuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/LqPNsu2xUWY/s320/263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918252725439202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PingTon comis - The most famous, the &lt;u&gt;craziest&lt;/u&gt; and the &lt;u&gt;funniest&lt;/u&gt; comic you can find! Ping Ton Comics appear on newspapers and magazines for several times. You can see the comics on every &lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;'s Sin Chew newspaper, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxsTwyi6I/AAAAAAAAA-8/hQg4CcbNmJw/s1600-h/275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxsTwyi6I/AAAAAAAAA-8/hQg4CcbNmJw/s320/275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206919493970987938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister bought one of them. Little kids just couldn't resist that! (I guess so?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxsjwyi7I/AAAAAAAAA_E/NFXtwjGhXFc/s1600-h/276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxsjwyi7I/AAAAAAAAA_E/NFXtwjGhXFc/s320/276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206919498265955250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's the author's &lt;i&gt;very special&lt;/i&gt; signature on the first page of the book. All I can say about his signature is: He has got a &lt;b&gt;style&lt;/b&gt; and is so artistic! A combination of words and pictures in his signature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I flipped through many books that came from other countries and I was not interested in them. Mostly because they're either those type of "How To Be Succesful" books or personal autobiagraphy of celebrities. Those were pretty boring to me, as I was finding teens novel, or any kinds of interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to give up looking for books to buy, this book caught my attention. It's at the Malaysia Books section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxrzwyi4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/Xxv8_yH0w4U/s1600-h/273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxrzwyi4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/Xxv8_yH0w4U/s320/273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206919485381053314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Immediately, I went to the author (ChinHor more known as RawangBoy), who was just standing not far away for his signature.  :D  He was the first author who signed for me, as I never had a book with the author's signature. Of course, I felt extremely excited over it. It sounds stupid, but... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxsDwyi5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/nGi-Yo70t7o/s1600-h/274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxsDwyi5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/nGi-Yo70t7o/s320/274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206919489676020626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh.. Not really a signature actually. Anyway I don't care. I'm happy enough even he just wrote his name below.  The big smiley above is uber cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(≧▽≦*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoho. Here comes the most memorable picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvdDwyitI/AAAAAAAAA9U/z7y1PKSlPg4/s1600-h/262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvdDwyitI/AAAAAAAAA9U/z7y1PKSlPg4/s320/262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206917032954727122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, took a photo with &lt;b&gt;Rawangboy&lt;/b&gt;.  *jumps with a big wide smile on my face*&lt;br /&gt;His friend who helped me to take that photo said that we have a huge difference in out sizes. I, obviously, looked too skinny standing beside him. As a result, the friend of him got poked for his mean words. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose more storybooks by Malaysian authors after that, and headed back to the counter to pay. After all I feel that I'm more used to Malaysian authors' writing style. Support them okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the counter there're different types of toys and keychains sold. At that time I was all alone by myself since my parents were paying at the counter. Therefore, I took some photos of the toys out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwkTwyivI/AAAAAAAAA9k/u5Jehll6qeI/s1600-h/264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwkTwyivI/AAAAAAAAA9k/u5Jehll6qeI/s320/264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918257020406514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bigger toy in a box [picture below]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwkjwyiwI/AAAAAAAAA9s/W_rKc1LQJdk/s1600-h/265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwkjwyiwI/AAAAAAAAA9s/W_rKc1LQJdk/s320/265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918261315373826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you even need a friend,  I'm here for you."&lt;/span&gt; How sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwkzwyixI/AAAAAAAAA90/60V2FLAtFTo/s1600-h/266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKwkzwyixI/AAAAAAAAA90/60V2FLAtFTo/s320/266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918265610341138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Goodbye book fair and keychains cause we're going for dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bak-kut-teh&lt;/span&gt; restaurants in KL, since everyone was extremely hungry. Driving back to Subang area would take a longer time and we couldn't wait for our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxJTwyi1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/g8E4Kb8cSOk/s1600-h/270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxJTwyi1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/g8E4Kb8cSOk/s320/270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918892675566418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw 5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang-moh-lang&lt;/span&gt;'s sitting at the table next from mine. Then I started to wonder whether they were just visitors or they stayed at the area since long time ago. When they're about to leave, I heard one of them telling the waiter that the food was nice but the soup was somehow &lt;b&gt;overspicy&lt;/b&gt;. Imagine these people trying out the ginger soup for bak-kut-teh, and ended up coughing non-stop because of the spiciness! Lol my imagination just grew wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxIzwyizI/AAAAAAAAA-E/TWY8wvdKxbI/s1600-h/268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxIzwyizI/AAAAAAAAA-E/TWY8wvdKxbI/s320/268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918884085631794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxJTwyi0I/AAAAAAAAA-M/4n-rK3bD3k0/s1600-h/269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxJTwyi0I/AAAAAAAAA-M/4n-rK3bD3k0/s320/269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918892675566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking at the plate of fried egg made all of us nearly drooled. Couldn't wait for someone to shout, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoi fan&lt;/span&gt; !!" so that we could start eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already late at night when we reached home. Around 10pm I think. Everyone was exhausted, after spending the whole day at the book fair. These are the books I bought from the book fair, a whole stack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxJjwyi2I/AAAAAAAAA-c/ZQgcY2iSJ_8/s1600-h/271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxJjwyi2I/AAAAAAAAA-c/ZQgcY2iSJ_8/s320/271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918896970533730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was filled with joy and happiness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxJjwyi3I/AAAAAAAAA-k/Pj26ACdWOKc/s1600-h/272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKxJjwyi3I/AAAAAAAAA-k/Pj26ACdWOKc/s320/272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206918896970533746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am hereby, helping to advertise this book, which is written by the most popular Chinese blogger Yuna (known as &lt;b&gt;Snowxwhite &lt;/b&gt;on the net). Her books were all sold out in the book fair! There'll be more copies in the book shops soon. Buy it people! Give some support. ;D It's really nice :) And everything in the book is simply meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvbzwyiqI/AAAAAAAAA88/1KBgQzK9_GA/s1600-h/259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvbzwyiqI/AAAAAAAAA88/1KBgQzK9_GA/s320/259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206917011479890594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When'll be my next visit to KLCC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I suck at blogging nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-5249087939942610987?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5249087939942610987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5249087939942610987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5249087939942610987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5249087939942610987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/06/bookfest-malaysia-2008.html' title='Bookfest @ Malaysia 2008'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SEKvbjwyipI/AAAAAAAAA80/ndWjQreGtpc/s72-c/258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-2903727634521919422</id><published>2008-05-30T17:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:10:52.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Jokes Or IQ Questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SD_Lq1SUEVI/AAAAAAAAA8c/R4z4Gkt9UtA/s1600-h/A_Laugh_a_Day_by_wazabees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SD_Lq1SUEVI/AAAAAAAAA8c/R4z4Gkt9UtA/s320/A_Laugh_a_Day_by_wazabees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103630982418770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that? It says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Laugh A Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" :)) So I'm sharing some IQ questions (or you may think they're jokes) since I don't have many photos to post. Most are easy to guess, and more importantly, they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;lame&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: An object has 3 eyes, 5 mouths and 9 legs. What is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Easy, it's a monster. (I was scratching my head thinking of real objects like traffic light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Guess a thing that is stationary but can can travel around the whole wide world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Stamp. It is just sticked to the corner of letter, &lt;i&gt;stationary&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: A boy put his fish into a fish bowl and took good care of it. Why was the fish dead not long after that? (This is easy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: There's no water in the bowl. Needless to say, the fish can't survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SD_LrlSUEWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/t4gaqaUA0rA/s1600-h/smiley_headphones_by_Drisgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SD_LrlSUEWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/t4gaqaUA0rA/s320/smiley_headphones_by_Drisgo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103643867320674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gahh. Not as funny as what you expected? There're a few more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: A greedy thief saw a car right in front of him, and there's nobody around him. The surroundings were quite dark. Why didn't he steal the car away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: There're two answers. Either it was his own car or it was a police car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: A smart accountant and a famous lawyer got married together. Soon, they had their baby, a son. What do you think the son would be when he grew up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: An adult, the same as other ordinary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: If you happen to have a hen that can produces gold eggs, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Slap yourself or bang your head to the wall or pinch yourself. Cause you're dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SD_Lr1SUEXI/AAAAAAAAA8s/b89QA5brcrM/s1600-h/Smiley_by_lezangelz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SD_Lr1SUEXI/AAAAAAAAA8s/b89QA5brcrM/s320/Smiley_by_lezangelz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103648162287986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of the questions. We students should appreciate our holidays and be happy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;although I don't seem to be quite happy ahem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; still homework to be completed. Anyway we can get rid of stress in holidays, more easily? And not to forget, spend more time on each interests :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really, &lt;i&gt;do want to be happy&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-2903727634521919422?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2903727634521919422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=2903727634521919422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2903727634521919422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/2903727634521919422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/05/jokes-or-iq-questions.html' title='Jokes Or IQ Questions?'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SD_Lq1SUEVI/AAAAAAAAA8c/R4z4Gkt9UtA/s72-c/A_Laugh_a_Day_by_wazabees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-7424881488224576438</id><published>2008-05-24T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:10:14.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>Rants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GO.&lt;br /&gt;AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;STICK.&lt;br /&gt;TO.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;RULES.&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;PRINCIPALS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that holidays would last forever and I won't have to be back to school.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I would blurt out the &lt;b&gt;who-cares&lt;/b&gt; phrase and forget the whole matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day was over. The teacher's fashion show was the &lt;i&gt;blast&lt;/i&gt;! Pn. Chen was really pretty wearing the cheongsam, Pn. Joyce was attractive wearing the black dress and Pn. Chan was sporting and hot on the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Leela and Pn. Lam retired on that day too. Pn. Leela didn't teach me before, and I don't really know her, But Pn. Lam taught 2 Amanah Science last year, which was my class *duh*. Although her lessons were quite boring (especially at the beginning of the year, when i was not used to it yet), but she was very good in teaching Science! Really, all the notes given by her was useful. God bless her =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-7424881488224576438?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7424881488224576438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=7424881488224576438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7424881488224576438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7424881488224576438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/05/rants.html' title='Rants.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-1086309140526461372</id><published>2008-05-20T14:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:49:45.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Special Dedication to Shu Shien</title><content type='html'>Today is another special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDJ6JfPIX4I/AAAAAAAAA7c/j1am704fW4k/s1600-h/shushien_bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDJ6JfPIX4I/AAAAAAAAA7c/j1am704fW4k/s320/shushien_bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202354822988717954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click to enlarge) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't send you any presents, but I can still send you birthday wishes. Hope you like the card above =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDJ7JfPIX6I/AAAAAAAAA7s/T3uPOuct_jg/s320/Nyanko_Cake_Icon_by_QueenOfDorks.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202355922500345762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, I'd like to wish &lt;b&gt; Shu Shien&lt;/b&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;The best and understanding friend ever.&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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDJ7ePPIX7I/AAAAAAAAA70/cFGz8wSoXy4/s1600-h/207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDJ7ePPIX7I/AAAAAAAAA70/cFGz8wSoXy4/s320/207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202356278982631346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is latest photo we took together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDKEmfPIX8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/0M_R7VqvrtE/s1600-h/P1000274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDKEmfPIX8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/0M_R7VqvrtE/s320/P1000274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202366316321202114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And her oldest photo i can find in my computer, taken on the last day in Lick Hung year 2005.&lt;br /&gt;She is on the right, while the person on the left was Yun Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDJ7H_PIX5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/0SIxUpURe0E/s1600-h/Cake_by_f4wn4y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDJ7H_PIX5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/0SIxUpURe0E/s320/Cake_by_f4wn4y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202355896730541970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in everything you do in Singapore :)&lt;br /&gt;I shall meet you when you come back during holidays! Take care there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both KGT and history folio have to be handed up on Friday? Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;(Yes. Friday is the last day of school and you can't pass up after holidays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly has just started only &lt;i&gt;3&lt;/i&gt; pages for each. The total should be more than 20 pages. *panicked but not doing her work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Maths, KH and Geography papers today. I was glad that my KH got 74.xx and after rounding off the decimals I can get an A. &lt;i&gt;F.Y.I.&lt;/i&gt; I only studied form &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; and form &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. Form 2 syllabus I didn't even have the time to read. I was careless in Maths, the results was satisfying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Ni had this great emotional change today. At first she was quite disappointed after receiving her Geography paper. Then, she got her maths paper after recess and kept on smiling. Anyone can understand how happy she is, the highest in class for Maths you know... *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* I shall continue with my projects now. Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Projects not done, yet already waiting for holidays,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-1086309140526461372?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1086309140526461372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=1086309140526461372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1086309140526461372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/1086309140526461372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/05/special-dedication-to-shu-shien.html' title='Special Dedication to Shu Shien'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SDJ6JfPIX4I/AAAAAAAAA7c/j1am704fW4k/s72-c/shushien_bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-480198056211153465</id><published>2008-05-16T17:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:29:38.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful to your teachers :) Today is their important day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for Puan Chong today. She fainted in the morning because of standing too long for the 'Utusan Hari Guru' from the education minister. The 'Lafazan Hari Guru' was &lt;b&gt;13-pages-long&lt;/b&gt; my god. She stopped at the 'Selamat Hari Guru' phrase and fall, on the stage. I didn't really see the whole scene clearly. I just saw almost everyone panicked, including the teachers in behind her at that time. St. John members and the teachers approached to give help. There's this guy who still keeps on taking photos of her, swt. She was conscious after awhile, everyone clapped and cheered. This is one of the ways of supporting her I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Seafield's mid-year exam is over! Seafield students always have their exams earlier than other school's. I quite pity Catholic Highschool students. They're having their exams after holidays, which is way so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really satisfied with certain papers such as KH (just had it today for the last paper), Maths (as what was described in the previous post), Science (I didn't study much) and Geography (didn't study much). And I know my worst paper will be moral, because I only knew one moral value defination out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are over. Instead of worrying about my results, I better spend my precious free time on watching series. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father just bought AOD for me, few days before mid-year. I was totally distracted and I used up my studying time to watch series. I, just couldn't resist watching it. It's so addictive to me, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SC2Gc_PIX2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZkRMzwtzNGw/s1600-h/aod_toplogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SC2Gc_PIX2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZkRMzwtzNGw/s320/aod_toplogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200960977252147042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cheers.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SC2H4_PIX3I/AAAAAAAAA7U/QUZ6Qn9lIl4/s1600-h/Catch_Me_Now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SC2H4_PIX3I/AAAAAAAAA7U/QUZ6Qn9lIl4/s320/Catch_Me_Now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200962557800111986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series &lt;b&gt;Catch Me Now&lt;/b&gt; is really nice and exciting. I watched &lt;b&gt;Episode 19&lt;/b&gt; this afternoon and cried so badly. This is beause the saddening scenes were so &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;, and made me feel as if I'm in that situation. The last episode will start 10 minutes later, woots! I'll continue writing about that series for the next post, and also give out spoilers at the same time., hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Back to series,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-480198056211153465?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/480198056211153465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=480198056211153465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/480198056211153465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/480198056211153465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-teachers-days.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Days!'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SC2Gc_PIX2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZkRMzwtzNGw/s72-c/aod_toplogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-7513331403421879025</id><published>2008-05-09T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:47:26.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Take A Gun And Shoot At Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;All I can say is OhMyGod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths exam today was terrible!!! For me, I mean. I always have something to say about Maths exams everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I broke my record for not able to finish my test paper, for monthly test. I still remember Encik Azahar was the one talking too much and let us start our exam late. He even talked about robotic competition and that was quite disturbing. Pin-drop silence is needed during exams right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Quote form Pn. Leela. &lt;/span&gt;Besides, the question paper for the monthly test had may errors. We students had to use our precious time to do the corrections. So I definitely blame them when I couldn't finish my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths paper for this time is better than the case above. Anyway, it was MY very own problem who screwed up the paper. I did the stupidest mistakes for Maths. Mistake&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;, mind you. More than one of course. Those Silly ones somemore. It was so embarrasing that I forgot to convert units like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;millilitre&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;litre&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't read the questions properly and missed out the easiest find-the-length question. Even primary students also know those. SIGHS. Only One word appropriate for me: careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*shouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knocks head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was too tired of doing maths. Algebras and Indices haunted me in my dreams last night. Well, try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come online for a week and I found my .CO.NR was suspended. I think I know why. I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe it's because I was too lazy to insert the credits. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favour please dear friends: Help contact those who link me "jiawen.co.nr" to relink. It's back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"jiawenteo.blogspot.com" &lt;/span&gt;now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't want more surprises when I come back here next week. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Take a gun, aim it to my head and shoot.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Poof and it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-7513331403421879025?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7513331403421879025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=7513331403421879025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7513331403421879025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/7513331403421879025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-gun-and-shoot-at-me.html' title='Take A Gun And Shoot At Me.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-4116115639615392818</id><published>2008-04-30T17:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:50:12.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Goldin Universe - Try It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found this on &lt;b&gt;Tzi Ying&lt;/b&gt;'s and &lt;b&gt;Wei Yan&lt;/b&gt;'s blogs. So I decided to try it out too :) It's called Discovering your &lt;u&gt;ColorGenics&lt;/u&gt;. It's quite true, but not &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; right actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: Jia Wen&lt;br /&gt;Date: 4/30/2008&lt;br /&gt;Colorgenics Number: 14206357&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are seeking an affectionate relationship, offering fulfilment and happiness. You are capable of powerful emotional enthusiasm. Deep down, you are a kind loving person, always helpful and willing to adapt yourself if necessary to realise the bond of affection that you desire. But you need the same consideration and understanding from others and it is this need that will sometimes hold you back... &lt;i&gt;[ Quite agree with this :) ]&lt;/i&gt;so let go, trust and you may pleasantly surprised at what happens. &lt;i&gt;[ Depends on what surprise I'll get. I rather prefer not to have too many surprises.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are a fighter and always on the defensive.&lt;i&gt;[ Is that really so? Do you think i am one? ]&lt;/i&gt; You always need to be sure that your position is safe and established. &lt;i&gt;[Yes. who doesn't want? ]&lt;/i&gt;When you finally make a decision you will pursue it to the bitter end in spite of all opposition.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The situation at this time is one of considerable distress. You feel trapped and you are looking for some way out. You can find solace in the arms of someone who cares so long as there is no long-term emotional involvement.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whatever you strive to do, something always seems to be holding you back. &lt;i&gt;[ YES and it annoys me! Very much. ]&lt;/i&gt; There is no subterfuge in you. You are a clear thinker and all you demand from life, in a relationship, is a partner whom you can trust and with whom you can, together, develop a foundation of trust based on understanding. You are your own person and you demand freedom of thought to follow your own convictions. You have no interest in 'two-timing' and all you seek is sincerity and 'straight-dealing'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You wish to be left in peace... no more conflict and no more differences of opinion. &lt;i&gt;[ Oh if that would happen in life... ]&lt;/i&gt;In fact you just don't want to be involved in arguments of any shape or form. All you want is for 'them' to get on with it - and to leave you alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Try yours &lt;a href="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. It won't spend you much time nor energy :) Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Still, not studying,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-4116115639615392818?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4116115639615392818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=4116115639615392818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4116115639615392818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/4116115639615392818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/04/goldin-universe-try-it-out.html' title='Goldin Universe - Try It Out'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-5401934635060882337</id><published>2008-04-27T16:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:31:43.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>Whoa. Met someone when i went out for breakfast this morning. I'll provide you with some hints:&lt;br /&gt;- It's a he.&lt;br /&gt;- Ex-classmate.&lt;br /&gt;- Whose nickname is tomato? (can't believe I remember this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone got it correct. It's &lt;b&gt;Timothy Goh&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't see him for years, seriously. He looks not much difference compared to the last time I saw him in primary school, only taller and his hair grows longer. Well, how can I actually judge his apprearance by just seeing him for few seconds? Anyway, I didn't notice him at first. He came and waved hello then headed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned there for awhile, thinking who was that. I thought which Seafield guy is that. Then I thought further of my primary school-mate. No, not Wei Hong or Kai Cheng or anyone else, and I finally recalled and went oh-it's-him. I bet I looked so lost and dumb at that moment, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him made me think of the fun times in primary school, and made me miss my other old friends more. I remember we copied each other's answers for many times via SMS. I would always be the one doing Chinese, Malay and Maths homework while he used to do English and Science. Then we would just sent each other the answers (all objective :P) using SMS. I can't believe I'm typing this for everyone to read. So now my readers know that i used to copy answers last time. It's not any serious mistakes okay, it's just that the homework load was too heavy that time. Another thing is that he got his precious mp3 player for beating me in exams, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the past stories. Here's a random conversation to share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Day: Last Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Time: Geography lesson&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Outside the MPB Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had spotcheck before that.&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Chow: Did the girls had body-check too?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea...&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Chow: The girl prefects used their pens to check?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! They use their hands wth.&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Chow: Eeeeyer...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Her expressions was funny. I mean, her disgusted look, heh. Body-check was not at all fun. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shit.&lt;/i&gt; I'm supposed to be stuying right now. My study plan has f-a-i-l-e-d. Instead of sitting quietly doing revision, I'm here &lt;u&gt;online for 3 whole hours&lt;/u&gt;. No I'm &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; doing projects or anything else related to school work. I'm just too addicted to go online that's all. Will be having tuition at night. That means I won't be studying for the whole day, great. Tomorrow is a day-off. Am i going to continue with my projects? Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Escaping from studying,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30490215-5401934635060882337?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5401934635060882337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=5401934635060882337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5401934635060882337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/5401934635060882337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/04/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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-30490215.post-6104553224068711614</id><published>2008-04-20T16:37:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:26:42.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>My First and Last Anugerah Kecemerlangan.</title><content type='html'>Late update here. This was supposed to be posted days ago, but I accidentally deleted it that time *tsk tsk* So I'm reposting it. Obviously this will be shorter than the previous one =X&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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHtkNSiI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/F4DcbrUF-VA/s1600-h/242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHtkNSiI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/F4DcbrUF-VA/s320/242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191965507104623138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B4&lt;/b&gt; was mt category. And I was recognised by that on that day.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at around 7.30am for the event. Was too early for the registration, school's the one not being punctual. Sok Kuan was earier than me. She turned back and showed me her hair right after I approached her. I didn't get the point why she's doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You showing me your black rubber band is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I cut my hair...*swt expression* See it's shorter now. Ah so short..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Still longer than mine okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, waited until more people arrived. Su Yi came after that and we took photos. Jia-Wern was there too :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PH9kNSbI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MvH-VfLAolA/s1600-h/235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PH9kNSbI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MvH-VfLAolA/s320/235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191963312376334770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SY: Do you know that both of you are JiaWen's?&lt;br /&gt;(Yes) &lt;i&gt;Note: 3 years of age difference somemore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Su Yi brought along her stack of papers to study for her exams. Jia-Wern brought along a banana xP and I just brought my bottle of water. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jia-Wern and Su Yi talked about their ambitions and courses they took. *gasps* I don't even have an ambition now my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to enter the school hall...&lt;br /&gt;Sing our national song (not so semangat that day) with the music played by the band. Their performances were further after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PINkNScI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fSl4J3fRpaE/s1600-h/236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PINkNScI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fSl4J3fRpaE/s320/236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191963316671302082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Seafieldians? Spot your fave. teacher :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PINkNSdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7IahXyAmJS4/s1600-h/237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PINkNSdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7IahXyAmJS4/s320/237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191963316671302098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, as usual, our school's 'tetamu khas' gave her speech. So did the headmistress, but I didn't have snap the photo of her. According to the headmistress, Datin Rosalind delayed her flight to somewhere else just to attend our school's event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PINkNSeI/AAAAAAAAA5w/CLn9UhkS-bs/s1600-h/238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PINkNSeI/AAAAAAAAA5w/CLn9UhkS-bs/s320/238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191963316671302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year Domino's Pizza's choosing our school for the Best Students Award programme they held. And I'm grateful for the Domino Pizza vouchers :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Here's the picture of the guy who came from Domino's pizza. He was the one who gave out Form2 2007's certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHdkNSgI/AAAAAAAAA6A/EtldnnBFgCg/s1600-h/240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHdkNSgI/AAAAAAAAA6A/EtldnnBFgCg/s320/240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191965502809655810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol. Teachers preparing for the prize ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;L1 is for the best student in afternoon session, L2 is for the best student in PMR, L3 is for the best student in SPM  and L4 is for the STPM's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PIdkNSfI/AAAAAAAAA54/auQZDdrHMsg/s1600-h/239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2PIdkNSfI/AAAAAAAAA54/auQZDdrHMsg/s320/239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191963320966269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. Now spot me. I look really &lt;u&gt;retarded&lt;/u&gt; I tell you. So what you have to do is just look out for the retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2SA9kNSlI/AAAAAAAAA6o/UG4RaySODfI/s1600-h/245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2SA9kNSlI/AAAAAAAAA6o/UG4RaySODfI/s320/245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191966490652133970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2SBNkNSmI/AAAAAAAAA6w/TAIQJYm9rY8/s1600-h/246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2SBNkNSmI/AAAAAAAAA6w/TAIQJYm9rY8/s320/246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191966494947101282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have absolutely no idea why my mouth turned out to be like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. Don't laugh, please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2SBdkNSnI/AAAAAAAAA64/XjNtws8WIDM/s1600-h/247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2SBdkNSnI/AAAAAAAAA64/XjNtws8WIDM/s320/247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191966499242068594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHdkNShI/AAAAAAAAA6I/4eNQBzEm2bo/s1600-h/241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHdkNShI/AAAAAAAAA6I/4eNQBzEm2bo/s320/241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191965502809655826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both pictures tuned out to be &lt;b&gt;blur&lt;/b&gt; because...&lt;br /&gt;I walked TOO FAST, my god. I didn't stop there to smile and take a photo. Oh no, I regretted so much after that. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHtkNSjI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/geJuUYyJT_w/s1600-h/243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHtkNSjI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/geJuUYyJT_w/s320/243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191965507104623154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eunice was before me and my dad took her photo as well. Now you can see the difference between a clear photo and a blur one. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RH9kNSkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/j_rHht4IDYE/s1600-h/244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RH9kNSkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/j_rHht4IDYE/s320/244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191965511399590466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day was not so bad after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to SY' friend, Ikram for the photos. And SY &amp;amp; Jia-Wern for taking photos with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love pizzas,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen.&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/30490215-6104553224068711614?l=jiawenteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6104553224068711614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30490215&amp;postID=6104553224068711614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6104553224068711614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30490215/posts/default/6104553224068711614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiawenteo.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-and-last-anugerah.html' title='My First and Last Anugerah Kecemerlangan.'/><author><name>JiaWen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451226297424463465</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/_QfHAOjx4_z8/SA2RHtkNSiI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/F4DcbrUF-VA/s72-c/242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30490215.post-6153703078245427250</id><published>2008-04-09T16:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:32:05.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>The Tagging season Or What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tagged by&lt;a href="http://ohnopadington.co.nr/"&gt; Finella &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://siazhenni.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zhen Ni &lt;/a&gt;(a &lt;em&gt;similar one&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Are The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Once you are tagged, link back to the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post THE RULES on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post 7 weird or random facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 7 people and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll choose random facts then, since I can't think of any weird ones in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So... Here I go :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love music. And I really do. I can hardly remember the lyrics though, unless I listen to a particular song for more than 10 times. Or I print the lyrics out and then memorise it :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm already addicted to online. I have too many sites to visit in a day. My friends' blogs, artists' blog, entertainment news, watching video clips on youtube, chatting with friends on MSN (depends which friend, i only chat with few people), searching for nice photos etc. Very busy right? 1 and a half hour per day is always not enough for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't update my blog often. As I said in point 2, I have too many activities to do when I come to online. i have only few blog readers but I don't really bother. Of course, everyone wishes that one's blog will be visited frequently, and be... well-known? However, I'm not that kind of person who blog for the sake of the others, i blog for myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am usually crazy in school while quiet at home. Maybe it's because there's nobody can talk a lot with me at home? At school, I can chat about anything with my friends. If they're emo then different story...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another thing I'm addicted to is watching series. Life without series is meaningless to me. Well, not that serious actually, just that it'll not be fun that's all. Oh, forget to mention that I only watch Hong Kong series, heh. I seldom watch Taiwanese series. As for Japanese or Korean, I don't even understand the languages. I know there's a thing called subtitle, but I want to focus on the whole story, not only the words xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get annoyed and frustrated easily, then I'll automatically cry. I give pressure to myself sometimes which make me more frustrated. Anyway, this will usually happen at home only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Thank goodness this is the last fact I'm writing] &lt;/span&gt;I'm scared of many things. Ghosts, insects, wild cats, wild dogs etc. Wonder how i survive huh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I tag: &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/hiph0p92"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fourclovers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://emilytheone1989.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://yingz-sygreenrox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shu Ying,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://callielim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Callie&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://justbetweenlinesandwords.blogspot.com/"&gt; Pei Qi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://destinyintertwined.blogspot.com/"&gt;Khai Tsen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X X X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another one tagged by Zhen Ying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Remove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; one question from those below, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;add in one of your own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(personal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, to make a total of 20. Tag 8 people in your list at the end of this post. Notify them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1.  When did you start blogging?&lt;br /&gt;In July 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 blog buddies&lt;/span&gt; you'd take and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   (i) Zhen Ni - She'll figure out most of the problems, and she'll be the one who calm me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  (ii) Debbie - She can crack jokes for me and make me feel more relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  (iii) Su Yi - I hope to spend more time with her that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Japan xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Erase all the mistakes I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't think so. You don't expect me to revert back to the old barter system right? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every person that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll do some charity, buy more music and series related stuffs and a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Most probably, but have to depend on the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Zhen Ying is cute, sporting and open-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haven't really think about it yet. Having good traits is important to me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Those type of people who want to grab attention and boot-lickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Of course the answer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13. What was the most memorable thing that happened to you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There're many. Erm I think it was some messages that touched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Having goal in life (I don't actually), family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not really. I'd love to shop but I'm not that crazy over it. Maybe I will be one in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Being blur and slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 2
