<?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-9196722260048060492</id><updated>2012-01-24T07:38:54.575-08:00</updated><category term='tkd is cool'/><title type='text'>Wherever you are, you're an angel to me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1157387371431471701</id><published>2011-10-16T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:49:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On days like this, when I’m in a crappy mood, I tell myself: I want stupid days. I want the morning afters, where I wake up on the next and wonder what the hell happened last night. I want waking up in the morning and thinking, God, last night was fun, but for that I may have moved one step closer to hell. I want waking up next to someone that I don’t know I will never lose. I want days where I start typing at 1:43am at night, when I well know that the time would be spent much better sleeping. I want bed hair, a wavy mess, over straight clean locks. I want to be so tired from assignments and schedules that I wonder why I put in all the effort. An aching shin, stomach cramps, a blur of things on my mind…  Yeah, it’s a stupid day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1157387371431471701?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1157387371431471701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1157387371431471701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-days-like-this-when-im-in-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1572469331412752719</id><published>2011-03-10T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:05:03.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Failed my driving test by driving into the bus lane. Seriously man of all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that disappointed though, cause the points were way beneath what was needed to pass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And I get to kiss you baby just because I can"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOrROmn9Z4k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a year, wow. Can't believe time just flew by like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, next week is recess week and there are so many things I want to do, so many things I have to do. And they don't intersect. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1572469331412752719?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1572469331412752719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1572469331412752719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2011/03/failed-my-driving-test-by-driving-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1779590727977317049</id><published>2011-02-27T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:18:17.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay I am lusting after this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 3 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8wyuljy4tP4/TWokvQYEEAI/AAAAAAAABQI/cK4UAobl7XY/s1600/46460_01_900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8wyuljy4tP4/TWokvQYEEAI/AAAAAAAABQI/cK4UAobl7XY/s320/46460_01_900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578311482720129026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/9196722260048060492-1779590727977317049?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1779590727977317049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1779590727977317049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2011/02/okay-i-am-lusting-after-this-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/-8wyuljy4tP4/TWokvQYEEAI/AAAAAAAABQI/cK4UAobl7XY/s72-c/46460_01_900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5288250514056574435</id><published>2011-02-18T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:06:25.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhTFkdWEV3E/TV8_OFoNfVI/AAAAAAAABP4/C9IUMq1Cjes/s1600/183193_501747420765_571005765_6742082_4428770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhTFkdWEV3E/TV8_OFoNfVI/AAAAAAAABP4/C9IUMq1Cjes/s320/183193_501747420765_571005765_6742082_4428770_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575244374969515346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgcxg5oOASM/TV8_fINXXnI/AAAAAAAABQA/di8GdQ_cAIE/s320/180687_10150397579315214_706340213_17346045_5531229_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575244667719999090" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhTFkdWEV3E/TV8_OFoNfVI/AAAAAAAABP4/C9IUMq1Cjes/s1600/183193_501747420765_571005765_6742082_4428770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfRWpwRTz3g/TV8_N-0gFNI/AAAAAAAABPw/KUE3GKxbXfY/s1600/182249_10150106874433457_726233456_6514109_4208304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfRWpwRTz3g/TV8_N-0gFNI/AAAAAAAABPw/KUE3GKxbXfY/s320/182249_10150106874433457_726233456_6514109_4208304_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575244373142017234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been here in a long time, but life has been good :) &lt;div&gt;Despite the late nights, stress, emotional stuff... what else can you ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My driving has been going alright. was practicing parking for 3 hours yesterday. My instructor sleeps in the car and I repeatedly zoom in and out of lots. Parallel and reverse parking, parallel and reverse parking, parallel and reverse parking. Try saying that repeatedly. Gets caught up in your mouth somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going off to do some work before meeting elo tonight!&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/9196722260048060492-5288250514056574435?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5288250514056574435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5288250514056574435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-havent-been-here-in-long-time-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/-rhTFkdWEV3E/TV8_OFoNfVI/AAAAAAAABP4/C9IUMq1Cjes/s72-c/183193_501747420765_571005765_6742082_4428770_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-6368093584576165367</id><published>2011-01-15T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T07:19:33.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Netball girl suffering from post-match glee. Netball is the only sport WKW will feature in semis. Don't know why she's glaring though...maybe 'coz I forced her to take this shot :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks @weekimwee from tweeting this unglam and (very very) burnt picture to the masses :/&lt;br /&gt;My cousins immediately said that I looked VERY BURNT at family dinner today. My middle finger is swollen and sprained too! Yea they then said that I was HANDICAPPED and laughed at me slowly dishing noodles (with a fork I cant even handle chopsticks) using my left hand. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TTGv_81WF3I/AAAAAAAABPk/_J4qiedPC7c/s1600/224946026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TTGv_81WF3I/AAAAAAAABPk/_J4qiedPC7c/s320/224946026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562420527975765874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these few weeks have been eventful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Futsal and Netball for ISG. Discovered the hidden shooter in me during netball. And the unfit side of me for Futsal. Anyway we're in the semi finals (and hopefully finals after) for netball so whoo! 20-4 and 49-0 wins. Stupid Kenny said that it is about time I started winning for netball -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) JB with Trini! :D We had hair treatments and haircuts. Plus a nice lunch at Nandos and XXL fried chicken and seafood tempura. Really nice day of catching up. JB is so nearby we should just go there to have $4.50 per movie marathons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I had the best tauhuay ever on Friday :) opposite Paradiese Lan paradise. Wenwei makes me feel like NTU is another planet. But best Tauhuay ever. Ramen was great too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Muhahaha I finally have my own Monopoly deal set. Thanks to Friday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Chronicle has been crazy. Enough said. 3 hour interview at Singapore Sports School, ISG matches, meetings. More ISG matches to cover next week plus laying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) New Freelance writing job :) Quite excited to start writing about lifestyle products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Actually I have alot more to write but I'm growing tired of typing with my left hand. I'm still getting used to it. Oh and my driving test is on March 10! If I do pass I'll be able to drive really soon!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Verve Pipe- The Freshman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't be held responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause she was touching her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't be held responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She fell in love in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-6368093584576165367?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6368093584576165367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6368093584576165367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2011/01/netball-girl-suffering-from-post-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TTGv_81WF3I/AAAAAAAABPk/_J4qiedPC7c/s72-c/224946026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5426619606947208540</id><published>2010-12-03T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:00:48.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I noticed that there has been a spike in the number of cards in my wallet in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a listing of whats new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Firstly, my DBS debit card to online shop, book movie tickets, withdraw cash, sign for bills.. Okay its first cause I think its the most awesome card in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;2) NTU Matriculation card... that doesn't do as much. okay student discounts!&lt;br /&gt;3) Nets Flashpay EZ-link card that sucks&lt;br /&gt;4) Provisional Driving Licence :)&lt;br /&gt;5) Nets Cashcard that I purchased a week ago. Wanted to use it to print notes in the school library. Haven't used it yet.&lt;br /&gt;6) Sexy Starbucks card! Have been drinking too much starbucks. Would come in very handy in the next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my episode of HIMYM is loaded. Going to read Waiting for Godot (my lit text) after that.&lt;br /&gt;Am in such a chirpy mood right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5426619606947208540?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5426619606947208540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5426619606947208540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-noticed-that-there-has-been-spike-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3750370078491743462</id><published>2010-12-01T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:59:42.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next week is study break for NTU. One semester flew past so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the library to print 486 pages of readings. D: Which I am planning to start on right after this. (because i have a test on fri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to Tyler Ward and his crew singing different renditions of songs on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWnHoUYQW30&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite, but they are really awesome :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-3750370078491743462?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3750370078491743462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3750370078491743462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-week-is-study-break-for-ntu.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1248858282289840008</id><published>2010-11-11T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:20:26.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Scientist- Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I've set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on the science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing&lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ah ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1248858282289840008?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1248858282289840008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1248858282289840008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/11/scientist-coldplay-come-up-to-meet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2848967651019002395</id><published>2010-11-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:58:12.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found these pictures online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look really happy here :) Jagerlove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TNGwZsRBrhI/AAAAAAAABPY/CvZ5vq6V-9c/s1600/jager2%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TNGwZsRBrhI/AAAAAAAABPY/CvZ5vq6V-9c/s400/jager2%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535399372440841746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TNGwZasgWGI/AAAAAAAABPQ/XasyvjXab9g/s1600/jager1%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TNGwZasgWGI/AAAAAAAABPQ/XasyvjXab9g/s400/jager1%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535399367724259426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TNGvg1y-NhI/AAAAAAAABPI/YvKimPpzCoU/s1600/jager%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TNGvg1y-NhI/AAAAAAAABPI/YvKimPpzCoU/s400/jager%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535398395746596370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to finish up 815 assignment and it is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2848967651019002395?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2848967651019002395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2848967651019002395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/11/found-these-pictures-online-we-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TNGwZsRBrhI/AAAAAAAABPY/CvZ5vq6V-9c/s72-c/jager2%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1729942305624748186</id><published>2010-10-24T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:09:58.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even at 2.01am, fatigue isn't the only thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have been better to me (:&lt;br /&gt;I really mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1729942305624748186?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1729942305624748186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1729942305624748186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/10/even-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1847315288458001349</id><published>2010-10-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:55:31.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last week or so was very hard for me. It was dark, dreary and now it's hazy.&lt;br /&gt;To curb all the shock and hurt I turned to writing. Writing with no end in mind, a connection of my wrist, a pen and jotterbook paper. I can't even remember what I wrote but it flowed better than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I write best when I'm experiencing intense emotions. Not really extreme happiness though, I tend to bask in it, live for it and not write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I admit, it wasn't just writing. Ice cream and talking as well.&lt;br /&gt;Totally triple-timing my three loves.&lt;br /&gt;But writing I do alone. Always have and always will. (pun unintended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Delicate by Damien Rice now at 1.49am. Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Over and over. It just seems so apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We might kiss when we are alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When nobody's watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We might take it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We might make out when nobody's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's not that we're scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just that it's delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1847315288458001349?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1847315288458001349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1847315288458001349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-week-or-so-was-very-hard-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7324132926253762738</id><published>2010-10-18T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T02:19:26.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grandma passed away on 12.10.10.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll definitely miss her alot.&lt;br /&gt;Was asked to give a eulogy, so here is the exact one i gave during the funeral mass in church. Thought that I would keep it offline but knowing me, I'll lose the paper soon&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so here it is.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eulogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember my grandma as a loving and family-orientated woman. Although she was known differently to all present here, she was affectionately known to my cousins as 'mama', and to me as 'por por'.&lt;br /&gt;Por Por raised me when I was young. She took me to school, cooked for me daily and "forced" me to eat healthy food in front of the television. I remember that once she was walking down the staircase (on one of her daily routines to fetch me to school) and she fell down the steps. I was very worried and terribly relieved when she made it through that.&lt;br /&gt;Because I lived close to her, I visited por por and spoke to her on a regular basis. Besides helping me to pick up cantonese, por por would tell me stories about her past- through the Japanese occupation where she lived on a pig farm. She would also sing songs in cantonese and share with me old cantonese sayings and beliefs. I would just listen.&lt;br /&gt;Por por would constantly flood me with snippets of advice about not staying out too late for safety and choosing a partner not based on looks but character. After my father passed on, she told me to constantly take care of my mother and to look after her. My grandma was a source of comfort to me. This was despite her not being to speak much English apart from "milo" and "eat".&lt;br /&gt;When I became a journalist intern, she would look through my articles everytime I brought them over. Even though Por Por couldn't understand them, she never failed to show that she cared. She would read them and share them with her other friends when they came over to visit. She would also constantly fret about the dangers of journalism and ask me to be a teacher instead. She was safe like that.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma loved to cook. She used to cook for our big family- curry chicken, bee hoon, tonics, red eggs, you name it. She ensured that we were all well-fed. Before I was baptised, I used to envision God's heavenly feast as just 10 or 20 times bigger than my grandmothers. But I'm sure its more than that...&lt;br /&gt;Even when Por Por was diagnosed with kidney troubles two years ago, she loved mahjong and would brighten up whenever I came over to play. She was very considerate. Whenever we mixed mahjong tiles, she would go "shh" and ask us to mix it softly. She didn't want to annoy the neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;Por Por's last words to me were said on a Friday, just four days before her passing. She said "Belle, you xin" in cantonese. She told me to study hard amd take care of my mum. I then told her to sleep because she sounded very tired. When I left the room, I was in tears because I knew she wasn't feeling too well.&lt;br /&gt;When Por Por was in the icu, my friend who visited me shared with me a piece of art work. It consisted of a stack of cardboard boxes from left to right, like a staircase up to a certain peak. After the peak, it showed a declining heart rate to zero. It struck me as I realised that it is inevitable that we will all die, and go back to where we started at point zero. "From ashes we come, and to ashes we will return", it's a biblical saying. My grandma built her life not through certifications and achievements, but through maintaining peace and a strong kinship among family members. It is amazing how one person can be the glue the bonding strength of an entire family.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I will always treasure, as although por por is in heaven now, what she built earthly in ties and memories will be forever remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Por Por spent 4 days in the icu before she passed on. Our family was around her when she went peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to know that I wouldn't be able to unravel more of her earthly life and understand her better. Like I wouldn't be able to tell her about my day and ask her about hers anymore. But I take comfort that she is in your heavenly kingdom, playing mahjong, cooking and feasting in a place where there is no pain and suffering. It is a better place. Till we meet again, you will be fondly missed, por por. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7324132926253762738?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7324132926253762738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7324132926253762738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-grandma-passed-away-on-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1014678149961700446</id><published>2010-10-10T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:53:44.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel crushed.  The past few days have been the worst days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Just looking on, knowing that I cannot do anything to help. Knowing that nature will take its course. Because it's natural. because they have tried their best. because it's just part of life.&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels so sterile, surgical and senseless.&lt;br /&gt;In stark contrast to the environment, I am overwhelmed with emotion.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, even typing this is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1014678149961700446?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1014678149961700446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1014678149961700446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-crushed.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7516273121356769184</id><published>2010-09-15T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:13:54.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You could be my unintended&lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muse- Unintended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com201 assignment is due in 10 hours and i haven't started and I want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7516273121356769184?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7516273121356769184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7516273121356769184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-friends-com201-assignment-is-due.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1398934772190735385</id><published>2010-09-10T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T08:01:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chanced upon this poem today. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to get people to look&lt;br /&gt;into each other's eyes more,&lt;br /&gt;and also to appease the mutes,&lt;br /&gt;the government has decided&lt;br /&gt;to allot each person exactly one hundred&lt;br /&gt;and sixty-seven words, per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rings, I put it to my ear&lt;br /&gt;without saying hello. In the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;I point to chicken noodle soup.&lt;br /&gt;I am adjusting well to the new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I call my long distance lover,&lt;br /&gt;proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.&lt;br /&gt;I saved the rest for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't respond,&lt;br /&gt;I know she's used up all her words,&lt;br /&gt;so I slowly whisper I love you&lt;br /&gt;thirty-two and a third times.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just sit on the line&lt;br /&gt;and listen to each other breathe.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University life has started!&lt;br /&gt;Although everyone says that JC life is the most stressful, Uni life measures up pretty darn well. Reading uni notes is like studying for A levels, just that its not a single stressful period but the entire 4 years of stress. Readings are piling up like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a basic introduction to lit module, a philosophical module in theatre and film, French, and 3 Communication studies cores. Muahahaha. French is sexy, yes it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark quay last night with pam, wx and li yin was very enjoyable :) We cam-whored to the extent that major camwhore-rers are proud to call us their friends. Drank marginally, its weird cause I'm having a super screwed up headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1398934772190735385?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1398934772190735385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1398934772190735385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-updated-in-longest-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1862745126206981497</id><published>2010-08-30T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T07:44:42.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/THvDsg9wTZI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jjn1yls5aWw/s1600/bag%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/THvDsg9wTZI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jjn1yls5aWw/s400/bag%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511213738548546962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally in love with this packington bag ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1862745126206981497?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1862745126206981497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1862745126206981497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/08/totally-in-love-with-this-packington.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/THvDsg9wTZI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jjn1yls5aWw/s72-c/bag%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8826874512677656634</id><published>2010-08-26T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:51:29.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love how things are (with you). Please don't change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8826874512677656634?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8826874512677656634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8826874512677656634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-how-things-are-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5440552090150193377</id><published>2010-08-05T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:00:38.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiny Little Dot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time has passed from childhood to adolescent-hood and now to a grey space between being a teenager and a self-sufficient adult, I find it harder to look at my life as a picture book- pages that if placed next to one another, would contain a semblance of the page before.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that as I place the pages side by side (or try very hard to), I can only admit that I have changed, things have changed and my mind has grown to be more cynnical.&lt;br /&gt;The depiction of my mindset has moved from crayon drawings to pencil sketches (easily erased to mould into its environment), to slobs of paint, one over the other. Layers of paint overlapping: splashed when I felt that adding a new colour would clear up the mess.&lt;br /&gt;In every layer was a new emotion- sadness, desire, confusion, passion and hope. It is an imperfect artist impression that would make Picasso snort in distaste. Perfectly vulnerable to a fountain of whitewash which would erase everything into nothingness- a white eclipse over a slew of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you to be the tiny but stable dot, getting to know and making an imprint on all the pages of my picture book- its joy, pain and uncertainty. Perhaps you wouldn't mind being the only one connection between the different pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Because then you would know me fully, and continue to know me fully in discovery as things change. When a stranger picks up the picture book, he would shrug, and throw it away after deeming it as incoherent. But I can look closer at it and find you in that tiny dot- the source of support and stability admist all the turmoil and confusion that the future may bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5440552090150193377?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5440552090150193377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5440552090150193377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/08/tiny-little-dot-as-time-has-passed-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8666346661166685379</id><published>2010-07-24T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:09:58.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;NTU WKWSCI camp was AWESOME (: Jagerbomb is the most awesome group of people ever! We're going clubbing later and ordering Jagerbombs :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The games were tiring and fun and I'm totally shag after 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hong Kong next week with Trin and Nette :D :D Time really flies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Celine Dion- Taking Chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t know much about your life.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know much about your world, but&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to be alone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;On this planet they call earth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You don’t know about my past, and&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a future figured out.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this is going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it’s not meant to last,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But what do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there’s solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just want to start again,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could show me how to try,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could take me in,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere underneath your skin?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Never knowing if there’s solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I had my heart beaten down,&lt;br /&gt;But I always come back for more, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing like love to pull you up,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re laying down on the floor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So talk to me, talk to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah walk with me, walk with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like lovers do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there’s solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t know much about your life&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know much about your world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8666346661166685379?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8666346661166685379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8666346661166685379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/07/celine-dion-taking-chances-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5948643078825223384</id><published>2010-07-16T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:22:52.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TECGzM-SWcI/AAAAAAAABMs/txZTyu8OhW0/s1600/stoned1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TECGzM-SWcI/AAAAAAAABMs/txZTyu8OhW0/s400/stoned1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494539759605930434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TECGysq25lI/AAAAAAAABMk/GV3kN0ooFNo/s1600/stoned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TECGysq25lI/AAAAAAAABMk/GV3kN0ooFNo/s400/stoned.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494539750934505042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg freaking most stoned faces on planet earth. They should give us a medal for that&lt;br /&gt;Anyway V is for victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5948643078825223384?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5948643078825223384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5948643078825223384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-freaking-most-stoned-faces-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TECGzM-SWcI/AAAAAAAABMs/txZTyu8OhW0/s72-c/stoned1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5115866903926200370</id><published>2010-07-12T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T07:50:59.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TDrN2lggg8I/AAAAAAAABMc/gKImd2LJM6c/s1600/file_194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492929033196831682" style="width: 400px; height: 284px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TDrN2lggg8I/AAAAAAAABMc/gKImd2LJM6c/s400/file_194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love these! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they ran out of it in 6.5&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/9196722260048060492-5115866903926200370?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5115866903926200370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5115866903926200370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-these-but-they-dont-have-it-in-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TDrN2lggg8I/AAAAAAAABMc/gKImd2LJM6c/s72-c/file_194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-4085206803544242912</id><published>2010-07-09T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:56:59.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creep by Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were here before&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;You're just like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;You're so very special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I want to have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice when I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so very special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell I'm doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's running out again&lt;br /&gt;She's running out&lt;br /&gt;She runs runs runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;You're so very special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFtw8G5nSI4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-4085206803544242912?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4085206803544242912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4085206803544242912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/07/creep-by-radiohead-when-you-were-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2153957239564035704</id><published>2010-07-05T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T07:28:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from Penang last night (:&lt;br /&gt;It was a memorable  trip, visited places of attraction such as the toy museum, perenakan mansion and Penang hill. World cup, shopping and food :D The company was great as well :D Learnt alot from the trip about where things stood, my friends and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't every day that strong wind is regarded as a "typhoon" or a "hurricane". Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could go there all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg a person called Louis Pasteur really exists! HE FREAKING INVENTED PASTEURIZATION.&lt;br /&gt;I was still teasing elo about it before she sent me an email with some links, telling me to go back to primary school ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Lol you are toot looking anyway. Nothing I can do abt that&lt;br /&gt;elo: :( I'm cool k&lt;br /&gt;me: Yep. And the world is flat, Louis Pasture lives next door, he is married to Susie Noodle and their kid is Ipoh hor fun (: Hahaha and they rear cows in their pasture and drink pasteurized milk daily hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannnn. Come on, I know I'm not alone in this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2153957239564035704?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2153957239564035704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2153957239564035704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/07/came-back-from-penang-last-night-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3254733784360696659</id><published>2010-06-30T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T04:22:00.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TCso0p8TsLI/AAAAAAAABMU/zq_e97K5Hnw/s1600/tumblr_l34sb5yOcU1qa65xso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488525455958192306" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TCso0p8TsLI/AAAAAAAABMU/zq_e97K5Hnw/s400/tumblr_l34sb5yOcU1qa65xso1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TCsa9xdhDuI/AAAAAAAABMM/soNVYyrSfeM/s1600/tumblr_l3unz9s3kv1qzpwi0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488510219432562402" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 410px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TCsa9xdhDuI/AAAAAAAABMM/soNVYyrSfeM/s400/tumblr_l3unz9s3kv1qzpwi0o1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TCsaQG1IJZI/AAAAAAAABME/bdMTHIDoSh0/s1600/tumblr_l3wre1pWLG1qzz1dro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488509434894755218" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 428px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TCsaQG1IJZI/AAAAAAAABME/bdMTHIDoSh0/s400/tumblr_l3wre1pWLG1qzz1dro1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TCsZpBm2WeI/AAAAAAAABL8/1stO0G0pk2c/s1600/tumblr_l3wre1pWLG1qzz1dro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Pam' s tumbler and its addictive, but I thought it was easy not to post and just read on. But this, is irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I can't wait to go to Penang tomorrow&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/9196722260048060492-3254733784360696659?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3254733784360696659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3254733784360696659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-reading-pam-s-tumbler-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/TCso0p8TsLI/AAAAAAAABMU/zq_e97K5Hnw/s72-c/tumblr_l34sb5yOcU1qa65xso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3633873530302206409</id><published>2010-06-07T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:35:58.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there's nothing to make it last." — &lt;a class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Nicholas Sparks" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2345.Nicholas_Sparks"&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a class="bookTitleRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/quotes/5526"&gt;Dear John&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/new?remember=true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-3633873530302206409?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3633873530302206409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3633873530302206409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/06/saddest-people-ive-ever-met-in-life-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-6410329441923254771</id><published>2010-05-31T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:21:37.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Written at 9am this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met this girl. She was quite annoying, but I was too tired to even say anything. She hopped into a cab with me to Braddel, for I don't know what. Fuelled the conversation all the way through. Then she got my number -.- see I was too tired to even refuse to give it!&lt;br /&gt;And she messaged me some 'Hey dear.... Jia you!' kind of message.&lt;br /&gt;You guys can guess- I was too tired to reply her. And now I feel I should but because of my 20 message max SMS inbox, i deleted her message long ago.&lt;br /&gt;And she put her number in my phone, but i forgot her name, so I'm lazy to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. She is not a journalist, yeah and. okay thats weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm alot fresher i think!&lt;br /&gt;Have to personally deliver my form P to NUS, because by the time i wanted to send it, It wouldn't reach by 1st June. So yeah. And my picture is super retarded! Probably stick something on top of my student card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Written at 11:16pm now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead tired but quite happy :)&lt;br /&gt;2nd page one tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took super long deliver the damn form P. Couldn't find the Yusof Ishak house, cause I alighted 2 stops late then I had to walk all the way back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway I watched sex and the city 2 with elo over the weekend and it was quite nice :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-6410329441923254771?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6410329441923254771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6410329441923254771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/05/written-at-9am-this-morning-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1089547761972458040</id><published>2010-05-28T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:22:10.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to east coast park with von, jud, wei and elo for 3 hours of cycling!&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun, just that I got a little burnt :/ and my ass still hurts from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home to sleep it off, but I ended up polishing off almost all of the macadamia nut chocolates in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;After that I watched 'The sisterhood of the travelling pants 2". Its so funny how they all get so crazily excited when they share one pair of worn out jeans :/ okay, I think I've become alot more cynnical after my job. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then night came, and I was a little shaken and pretty disappointed. Its like the reality of everything hit me. was up till about 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, i have accepted FASS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm neither enthusiastic nor excited, but I hopefully the feeling will come soon.. But I think that if i accepted the business courses, i would be even less excited. So it was the lesser of 3 evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this long weekend lasts longer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1089547761972458040?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1089547761972458040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1089547761972458040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-i-went-to-east-coast-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8010315321072833334</id><published>2010-05-23T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T05:51:43.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/S_kk0rXPg0I/AAAAAAAABL0/4-Hn8KHgz5o/s1600/spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474447309457556290" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/S_kk0rXPg0I/AAAAAAAABL0/4-Hn8KHgz5o/s320/spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; awwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8010315321072833334?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8010315321072833334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8010315321072833334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/05/awwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/S_kk0rXPg0I/AAAAAAAABL0/4-Hn8KHgz5o/s72-c/spongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8340258621644117431</id><published>2010-05-21T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:07:14.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lieutenant Dan: Have you found Jesus yet, Gump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000158/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Forrest Gump: I didn't know I was supposed to be looking for him, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Forrest Gump: Will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Jenny turns and looks at him&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Forrest Gump: I'd make a good husband, Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000705/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jenny: You would, Forrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000158/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Forrest Gump: ...But you won't marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000705/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jenny: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;sadly&lt;/i&gt;] ... You don't wanna marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000158/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Forrest Gump: Why don't you love me, Jenny?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Jenny says nothing&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000158/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Forrest Gump: I'm not a smart man... but I know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movie ever. I watched it again today. (Forrest Gump is the title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I tried something new which is ice skating!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like these kind of sports, like its more of skill than physical strength/endurance/stamina. But it was fun for a change (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elo, really man your expressions and reactions were PRICELESS. :D Sorry i kept laughing at you. Although i kept laughing then i lost my balance and fell but it was worth it. I repeat, worth it worth it worth it! Even though you managed to take a video but I looked cute in it so.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Jud and Von whom I could hold on to (:&lt;br /&gt;And Elsa..for... tomorrow! haha. and today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating is really scary man, at some point you just feel like you're losing control of yourself. I realised though. That after letting go, and experiencing failure, there is really nothing much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, who am I kidding, there's alot to lose still. haha but its okay if I don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that there's nothing to lose for everything else. But if there's nothing to lose, gaining wouldn't be so great.&lt;br /&gt;And if there was nothing to lose.. things would be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8340258621644117431?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8340258621644117431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8340258621644117431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/05/lieutenant-dan-have-you-found-jesus-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8146363228119157791</id><published>2010-05-06T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:44:36.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a month since I started interning for Mypaper as a reporter. The learning curve was quite steep at the start, I think its still pretty steep. But it is improving :) I still remember how my first article was hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After experiencing the rather hectic life of a journalist first hand, I've learnt many things.. like (in no order of importance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can never write the perfect article, so don't beat yourself up over it&lt;/span&gt;  - Even after you read through the article at least 5 times in your own head, and it sounds pretty damn perfect. Even after you use the spell check function.. There will still be changes made by editors, then by subs. Its quite a natural cycle, I realised. Even your headlines rarely stay intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its like high quality snooping, you have to be kaypoh about EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ps. your favourite words should be 'WHY?'&lt;/span&gt; , 'WHEN', 'HOW COME LIKE THAT' - Really every, single tiny thing. From what happened last year, to oh, why like that this year! Details are.. super super key. For those of you who know me well, this is my greatest learning point. I'm damn heck care abt details, and great at fluffy smokish writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smalltalk is important&lt;/span&gt;- Somehow you must be able to have a 45 min conversation, or several conversations with almost any stranger! In these casual conversations, they must feel comfortable enough to divulge details about whatever, and give you their hp numbers, full name, age, occupation.. etc. In all sincerity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When two or more journalists gather, Info is there. And there is where you must gather too &lt;/span&gt;- self explainatory i guess, so you don't miss out on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and be friendly to other journalists, sometimes its nice to have some friendships going even during the job. Really important if you rather not cab back alone. But actually it doesn't really matter, I realised. I'm usually friendly though, except to irritating irritating journalists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a nice photo-byline picture.&lt;/span&gt; I had my first page-one and first photo-byline yesterday.. And I looked like a complete retard ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah :) I had my first photo-byline and first page one in yesterday's Mypaper :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette I saw your email! That was alot of thoughts man. I'll check out the flight thingy soon.  And Kenny, you wouldnt get to see this till.. very long later. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy Friday's here though! I finally get to bask in laziness and sleepiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8146363228119157791?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8146363228119157791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8146363228119157791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-been-month-since-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8681299133353597196</id><published>2010-04-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T02:41:17.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We could get drunk and dance around&lt;br /&gt;and shoot fireworks in the empty town&lt;br /&gt;It morphs into vibrant raindrops&lt;br /&gt;closing on us, the glittery backdrop.&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/9196722260048060492-8681299133353597196?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8681299133353597196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8681299133353597196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-highlights-since-last-post-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3908124773347203532</id><published>2010-03-31T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:00:24.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;I was doing a personality test on vanessa's blog and here are the results!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm (if you want to try it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge chunk coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 28px;" src="http://keirsey.com/images/headers/idealist_champion.jpg" alt="Idealist Portrait of the Champion (ENFP)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the other Idealists, &lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 174, 72);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Champions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are rather rare, say two or three percent of the population, but even more than the others they consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life. Champions have a wide range and variety of emotions, and a great passion for novelty. They see life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil, and they want to experience all the meaningful events and fascinating people in the world. The most outgoing of the Idealists, Champions often can't wait to tell others of their extraordinary experiences. Champions can be tireless in talking with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out. And usually this is not simple storytelling; Champions often speak (or write) in the hope of revealing some truth about human experience, or of motivating others with their powerful convictions. Their strong drive to speak out on issues and events, along with their boundless enthusiasm and natural talent with language, makes them the most vivacious and inspiring of all the types.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--&lt;div style="float:center;padding: 10px;" id="advres"&gt;&lt;/div--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiercely individualistic, Champions strive toward a kind of personal authenticity, and this intention always to be themselves is usually quite attractive to others. At the same time, Champions have outstanding intuitive powers and can tell what is going on inside of others, reading hidden emotions and giving special significance to words or actions. In fact, Champions are constantly scanning the social environment, and no intriguing character or silent motive is likely to escape their attention. Far more than the other Idealists, Champions are keen and probing observers of the people around them, and are capable of intense concentration on another individual. Their attention is rarely passive or casual. On the contrary, Champions tend to be extra sensitive and alert, always ready for emergencies, always on the lookout for what's possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Champions are good with people and usually have a wide range of personal relationships. They are warm and full of energy with their friends. They are likable and at ease with colleagues, and handle their employees or students with great skill. They are good in public and on the telephone, and are so spontaneous and dramatic that others love to be in their company. Champions are positive, exuberant people, and often their confidence in the goodness of life and of human nature makes good things happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As an ENFP, your primary mode of living is focused externally, where you take things in primarily via your intuition.  Your secondary mode is internal, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit in with your personal value system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs are warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential.  They live in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things.  Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types.  They can talk their way in or out of anything.  They love life, seeing it as a special gift, and strive to make the most out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs have an unusually broad range of skills and talents.  They are good at most things which interest them.  Project-oriented, they may go through several different careers during their lifetime.  To onlookers, the ENFP may seem directionless and without purpose, but ENFPs are actually quite consistent, in that they have a strong sense of values which they live with throughout their lives.  Everything that they do must be in line with their values. An ENFP needs to feel that they are living their lives as their true Self, walking in step with what they believe is right.  They see meaning in everything, and are on a continuous quest to adapt their lives and values to achieve inner peace.  They're constantly aware and somewhat fearful of losing touch with themselves. Since emotional excitement is usually an important part of the ENFP's life, and because they are focused on keeping "centered", the ENFP is usually an intense individual, with highly evolved values. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An ENFP needs to focus on following through with their projects.  This can be a problem area for some of these individuals.  Unlike other Extraverted types, ENFPs need time alone to center themselves, and make sure they are moving in a direction which is in sync with their values.  ENFPs who remain centered will usually be quite successful at their endeavors.  Others may fall into the habit of dropping a project when they become excited about a new possibility, and thus they never achieve the great accomplishments which they are capable of achieving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most ENFPs have great people skills.  They are genuinely warm and interested in people, and place great importance on their inter-personal relationships. ENFPs almost always have a strong need to be liked.  Sometimes, especially at a younger age, an ENFP will tend to be "gushy" and insincere, and generally "overdo" in an effort to win acceptance.  However, once an ENFP has learned to balance their need to be true to themselves with their need for acceptance, they excel at bringing out the best in others, and are typically well-liked. They have an exceptional ability to intuitively understand a person after a very short period of time, and use their intuition and flexibility to relate to others on their own level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because ENFPs live in the world of exciting possibilities, the details of everyday life are seen as trivial drudgery.  They place no importance on detailed, maintenance-type tasks, and will frequently remain oblivous to these types of concerns.  When they do have to perform these tasks, they do not enjoy themselves. This is a challenging area of life for most ENFPs, and can be frustrating for ENFP's family members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An ENFP who has "gone wrong" may be quite manipulative - and very good it. The gift of gab which they are blessed with makes it naturally easy for them to get what they want.  Most ENFPs will not abuse their abilities, because that would not jive with their value systems.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs sometimes make serious errors in judgment.  They have an amazing ability to intuitively perceive the truth about a person or situation, but when they apply judgment to their perception, they may jump to the wrong conclusions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs who have not learned to follow through may have a difficult time remaining happy in marital relationships.  Always seeing the possibilities of what could be, they may become bored with what actually is.  The strong sense of values will keep many ENFPs dedicated to their relationships.  However, ENFPs like a little excitement in their lives, and are best matched with individuals who are comfortable with change and new experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having an ENFP parent can be a fun-filled experience, but may be stressful at times for children with strong Sensing or Judging tendancies.   Such children may see the  ENFP parent as inconsistent and difficult to understand, as the children are pulled along in the whirlwind life of the ENFP.  Sometimes the ENFP will want to be their child's best friend, and at other times they will play  the parental authoritarian.  But ENFPs are always consistent in their value systems, which they will impress on their children above all else, along with a basic joy of living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs are basically happy people.  They may become unhappy when they are confined to strict schedules or mundane tasks.  Consequently, ENFPs work best in situations where they have a lot of flexibility, and where they can work with people and ideas.  Many go into business for themselves.  They have the ability to be quite productive with little supervision,  as long as they are excited about what they're doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because they are so alert and sensitive, constantly  scanning their environments, ENFPs often suffer from muscle tension. They have a strong need to be independent, and resist being controlled or labelled.  They need to maintain control over themselves, but they do not believe in controlling others.  Their dislike of dependence and suppression extends to others as well as to themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs are charming, ingenuous, risk-taking, sensitive, people-oriented individuals with capabilities ranging across a broad spectrum.  They have many gifts which they will use to fulfill themselves and those near them, if they are able to remain centered and  master the ability of following through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-3908124773347203532?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3908124773347203532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3908124773347203532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-doing-personality-test-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5570917801625928178</id><published>2010-03-22T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:28:19.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days have been a blur. After I quit my job I have been feeling liberated and high, yet the feeling died down pretty fast. There are so many things I want to do with certain people/a certain person but I can't get into the action of planning or even asking. Its like how I get into the motion of half typing an sms but deleting it on second thought, or third thought. okay maybe fourth thought sometimes. The motion is so repetitive that it resurrects brave new world concepts from the buried archives of my mind. Its scary that I'm not exaggerating the motion D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I am just restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went for a fellowship session after mass with the confi camp team. The gathering was relaxing and nice, foosball was epic especially when ryan and I teamed up to fulfill and trash our millenium goals. It was an epic victory :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from citysquare mall. Went there with my mum today to eat some buffet at pu tian. Then to Mustafa for a long walk around to check out the place. Elsa you're right they really have stacks of shoes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz I'm going to sleep now. Happy Birthday to Jud in advance :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5570917801625928178?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5570917801625928178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5570917801625928178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/03/past-few-days-have-been-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-6011332947696605747</id><published>2010-03-15T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:11:11.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from Confi Camp 2010 yesterday and man, it was a blast. Okay blast doesn't do it. BLAST :)  okay that doesn't do it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day zero was really intense for me, who knew that washing someone's feet would be so difficult? I knew the concept of it being difficult. Like the bible said its humbling yourself and stuff. But when you actually get to do it with your fellow facilitators its really tender and it really demonstrates your love and its really difficult, like you're not sure how to wash their feet and dry it apart from the humbling part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super nervous for confirmation camp as a first time facilitator cause I didn't really know what to expect. Cause I usually don't pray aloud and share about my life and my experiences so intensively. But when I picked my group up from St Mary's after sitting in Terence's van and I got into conversation with one of them almost immediately it all just Clicked. Like the whole point of facilitating for Confi camp that drew me to signing up for it, even though I didn't know who else was signing up which was to share God's love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (evening more like) when I got home,  I was reading through the final warm fuzzies that my group wrote to me in my mail envelope thingy and I was really touched by what they said. They wrote me letters throughout the camp which I wrote back every night to whatever they shared with me : their feelings, problems, how they cope with their anger, their weaknesses and how they felt about the sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to reply properly luh though while writing warm fuzzies at 1 plus am i tend to cancel alot as I'm drifting off to dreamland. And they were like ' eh Annabelle, woah you write so long you take how long to write ah, must be never sleep la' But i guess it was good as they got to know me alot better, and it made sharing easier as it got more personal and they were willing to say grace during meals, go for confessions and stuff. The heart to heart writing and personal talks really worked :) :) I was really happy to have them as my group as they weren't the most obedient of the lot, the most prayerful or the most enthusiastic bunch but they really showed honesty in their feelings, what they held important in life and they spoke of their spiritual doubts to me and that was really really great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I couldn't ask for anything more. The four days were a blessing from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I also learnt that I give good massages.&lt;br /&gt;Like I was massaging Chris and he was like 'Don't stop, shit damn shiok' and after that Ryan tried and he was like ' Your right Chris, she's good!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,I applied to NTU Comm Studies and NUS FASS, so we'll see how it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-6011332947696605747?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6011332947696605747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6011332947696605747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-came-back-from-confi-camp-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1854497703155127264</id><published>2010-02-09T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:38:24.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Circle of Life- Lion King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;From the day we arrive on the planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;And blinking, step into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;There's more to be seen than can ever be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;More to do than can ever be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Some say eat or be eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Some say live and let live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;But all are agreed as they join the stampede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;You should never take more than you give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;In the Circle of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the wheel of fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the leap of faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the band of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Till we find our place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;On the path unwinding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;In the Circle, the Circle of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Some of us fall by the wayside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;And some of us soar to the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;And some of us sail through our troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;And some have to live with the scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;There's far too much to take in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;More to find than can ever be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;But the sun rolling high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Through the sapphire sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Keeps the great and small on the endless round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Chorus repeats)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;On the path unwinding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;In the Circle, the Circle of Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;This rendition at http://www.youtube.com/user/gabebondoc#p/search/0/t_6uvAQXdxk by&lt;br /&gt;Gabe Bondoc won me over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Check out his rendition of I kissed a girl by Kathy Perry, Part of your world- Little mermaid and&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my life by Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Awesome talent, this dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1854497703155127264?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1854497703155127264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1854497703155127264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/02/circle-of-life-lion-king-from-day-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2732358209862875284</id><published>2010-02-06T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:37:19.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I bought a happy meal and oeonesm took away the toy to my happy meal. and i said that i wanted a toy with my happy meal but you insisted it was still a happy meal wthout it. I asked for the toy again as a happy meal is not as good without a toy than it is with a toy.&lt;br /&gt;And you simply just took the whole happy meal away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2732358209862875284?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2732358209862875284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2732358209862875284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-i-bought-happy-meal-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2520773856405095213</id><published>2010-02-05T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:28:00.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been reading Neil Gaiman's 'The Graveyard Book". I was reading it on the bus this morning and feeling pretty happy because it was an interesting read and this guy stared at me throughout the journey, making me feel rather self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up being late for work but it didn't matter much because the people at NUS are happy go lucky people. Ordered spizza into the office for lunch. It was pizza with a very thin crust that was light on the stomach. Delightful, but not 'orgasmic' as my supervisor puts it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice week (: Played squash and badminton at elsa's yesterday and I'm having slight muscle aches now. Pool was entertaining to watch :D Watching it was better than playing it.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy pose Jud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/S2wxENQ-rdI/AAAAAAAABLA/22cWXUzPzCw/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/S2wxENQ-rdI/AAAAAAAABLA/22cWXUzPzCw/s320/DSC00706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434772798679461330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on tuesday we went to holland for dinner! to send Tim and Ivan off to army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/S2wxE2NL7ZI/AAAAAAAABLI/EftB8uHqY00/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/S2wxE2NL7ZI/AAAAAAAABLI/EftB8uHqY00/s320/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434772809669406098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my first ever church newspaper article is published! Feeling quite proud of myself. Its really satisfying to see your name in print after drafts and interviewing the girl and following up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst all this distractions, Still :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2520773856405095213?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2520773856405095213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2520773856405095213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-been-reading-neil-gaimans.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/S2wxENQ-rdI/AAAAAAAABLA/22cWXUzPzCw/s72-c/DSC00706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2817720062419187710</id><published>2010-01-26T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:19:27.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is yet another week at work! (week 3 whoo hoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that although this is a communications/marketing job that I'm doing at NUS, I've also been doing quite alot of scripting and advertising drafts for NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to survive work till june 30 ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2817720062419187710?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2817720062419187710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2817720062419187710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-yet-another-week-at-work-week-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2744568675015288140</id><published>2010-01-20T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:56:28.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The end of the week is coming! Actually this week passed pretty fast with work and all.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm so bored during work, I doodle on the notepad taken from the office.&lt;br /&gt;I doodle just about anything ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like Tim, Trini, Elo and Jud (in no order of importance -.-) help me get through my work everyday. At least I can tell them random stuff and they bother to reply me :P&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I have started this routine of 'Good Morning Annabelle' then I'll reply ' Good morning Tim' and he'll be something like ' Enable _____' Then i'll go ' go to sleep Timoy'. After awhile during lunchtime he will be like ' i just woke up good morning annabele' and i'll be like ' good morning timoy' haha it happens everyday. kind of provides me entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanies like Remy (Who claims to be very very very busy packing boxes and filing documents and who calls me whiny and grumpy when he's really really grumpy!) and Elsa (Who refuses to come online to talk to me) don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been alright, the working environment is kinda nice. The people are great but i realised women don't get along in the office at all. I mean they really scream at each other, argue and bitch but when they work with guys they are totally alright. Its really weird. My Ipod touch has been put to good use though, I listen to it almost all day in the office :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you guys have any new/nice songs that you think i like please feel free to send them to me. Even if I'm in MSN busy mode. Because I'm always in busy mode. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently applied to the Children's aid society to be a volunteer (: Under the section of cleaning/maintainence/gardening/sports&amp;amp;games. So once it gets approved (in a month) I think my saturday mornings-afternoon will be taken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, working has been an experience for me. I look around and I see the kind of life that i don't want to lead. All this 8-6 misery doing important but really boring work.&lt;br /&gt;Aircon, no sunlight, stuffy work D:&lt;br /&gt;But uhm nevertheless an experience. I can't wait do do manual labour at the children's home and exercise... if anyone's up for it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should get back to reading emails and picking up calls before my boss comes in. She asked me whether I had a tatoo... so not a really good impression huh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2744568675015288140?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2744568675015288140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2744568675015288140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-week-is-coming-actually-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5739443365094608218</id><published>2010-01-11T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:31:32.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working from eight thirty to five,&lt;br /&gt;The mundane nature of it makes you wanna dive&lt;br /&gt;In a deep deep pond of knives&lt;br /&gt;Near the trees with plastic bee hives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha okay its not that bad. Working at NUS is actually pretty nice. I have my own office with this other nice hwa chong guy ( I was really suprised he was nice) so there's no one keeping an eye on you all the time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to holidays in July. :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5739443365094608218?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5739443365094608218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5739443365094608218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-from-eight-thirty-to-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7980117844283885729</id><published>2010-01-01T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:34:18.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save/Vase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our love was a vase&lt;br /&gt;Attractive would it be, filled with lovely&lt;br /&gt;Jasmines and lilies from thy land of thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderfully displayed, its flawless art&lt;br /&gt;Its slender yet drawing frame&lt;br /&gt;Flowing as we embark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet would the Save beauty of this work of art&lt;br /&gt;Fade in time, from the barrenness it imparts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and happy 2010 people. hope its an awesome one for you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7980117844283885729?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7980117844283885729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7980117844283885729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2010/01/savevase-if-our-love-was-vase.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-584713660863707343</id><published>2009-12-29T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:04:42.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is late, but Merry Christmas to people who still check my dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;And as a reward, early Happy New Year 2010 to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-584713660863707343?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/584713660863707343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/584713660863707343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-late-but-merry-christmas-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2012182716059882436</id><published>2009-11-21T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:42:03.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SwgJvOE_h1I/AAAAAAAABKk/_izIMZhaDls/s1600/n743856042_2640679_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SwgJvOE_h1I/AAAAAAAABKk/_izIMZhaDls/s320/n743856042_2640679_1230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582059495819090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of new moon. twilight fans will be so happy its coming out soon :P (it rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D I'm feeling happy! A levels are almost nearly over! About the papers, oh well. I'll leave it in God's hands (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having fun yesterday at the 3D Christmas Carol movie (nette and i tried carolling into trini's ears but she didn't sing along) and playing pool!, and today i went shopping for prom stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Tried more dresses today than i ever wore in my life, with trini and nette's help. The guys went their separate ways for their stuff. except for tim at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses are complicated. Sometimes i put them on Back-side-front and out-side-in. There was this dress i tried that i put it on and i couldnt stick my head out of it cause i was all messed up in the lining. And all the ribbons and weird stuff and stuff! I was quite confused today. And needless to say tired. I mean i ruffled through so many dresses and walked around... and.. tried stuff. yeah but I got a classic black one in the end at daniel yam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi buffet to celebrate angela's birthday was awesome too (: I ate alottttt. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm going to sleep. i'm such a pig and i'm lazy but i'm really happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2012182716059882436?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2012182716059882436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2012182716059882436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/11/d-d-im-feeling-happy-levels-are-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SwgJvOE_h1I/AAAAAAAABKk/_izIMZhaDls/s72-c/n743856042_2640679_1230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3985062262608915292</id><published>2009-11-09T00:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:29:26.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am afraid. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Something about not completing the paper, i was barely close. I was writing, i was but i kept overshooting. And i was like nevermind, there will be time but there wasn't. D: Okay pro time management people i'm sorry but i dont need yr 45 mins per essay advice. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of what is going to happen with the results. Or closer, whats going to happen in tomorrow's math paper, or the next gp paper and the international history paper.&lt;br /&gt;Argggh and im not even relieved its over. i dont thnk one side and a few lines qualifies as an essay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a better day tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-3985062262608915292?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3985062262608915292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3985062262608915292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-6323676749310379091</id><published>2009-10-17T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:14:45.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Stn6AeXteoI/AAAAAAAABKc/0vufof-NeQw/s1600-h/last+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Stn6AeXteoI/AAAAAAAABKc/0vufof-NeQw/s320/last+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393616914812336770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation bus shot (we tried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Stn6AE4wB4I/AAAAAAAABKU/StH0I-TIFhE/s1600-h/6821_1183063508164_1575519525_30453669_4179267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Stn6AE4wB4I/AAAAAAAABKU/StH0I-TIFhE/s320/6821_1183063508164_1575519525_30453669_4179267_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393616907971594114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess sherrie and i were trying to spoil the picture of everyone behind and we did :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Stn5_mjtpHI/AAAAAAAABKM/HoR7JHSDNOU/s1600-h/10431_181148821531_694071531_3810891_6923668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Stn5_mjtpHI/AAAAAAAABKM/HoR7JHSDNOU/s320/10431_181148821531_694071531_3810891_6923668_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393616899830293618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i went to Mad Jacks with Elo&lt;br /&gt;Then to island creamery for strawberry sorbet &amp;amp; new honey milk tea ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I like times like this when i'm not in clubs, not in the crowds in orchard or in large groups socialising. When im just in shorts, t-shirt and slippers just walking around. Its just a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was nice, i was quite proud of myself when miss teo pinned the graduation pin on me. I was like "yay! I made it!". Then i looked at my testimonial and i was like ' woah, sounds so awesome.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a part of me that doesn't want to leave school, I know i'll miss every single person in 03. Although im closer to some than others, but you guys all mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1:14am and i'm gonna sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-6323676749310379091?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6323676749310379091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6323676749310379091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day-graduation-bus-shot-we-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Stn6AeXteoI/AAAAAAAABKc/0vufof-NeQw/s72-c/last+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7325117323921882654</id><published>2009-10-07T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:32:17.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys i know this is weird but my hotmail is not working dunno why so this is a way to deliver info to my group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Othello’s essential nobility remains apparent in the poetic beauty of his speeches.” To what extent do you agree with this statement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare through Othello’s speeches conveys to the audience his essential nobility in order to incite sympathy for his eventual fall from grace under Iago.  This poetic beauty is eventually restored towards the end of the play, demonstrating the restoration of Othello to his initial stage of nobility. Thus, one should agree largely with the statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At the beginning of the play, Othello’s nobility is reflected in the eloquence of his speech, showing that he is unlike Iago’s portrayal of him as beastial, but is instead essentially noble in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Act 1 Sc 2 “Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them”  -&gt; Shows a sense of his own authority through his fluidity and the lyrical nature of his language&lt;br /&gt;- Act 1 Sc 3 “ Most potent, grave, and reverend signors... Rude am I in my speech And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace” -&gt; Eloquence in language and self humility in his public sphere shows Othello to be one of apparent essential nobility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) However as the play progresses, we question the essential nobility of Othello’s nature as the initial poetic beauty of his speeches evolve to starkly show his instead beastial nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Goats and Monkeys!” -&gt; Othello imbibes Iago’s language, perhaps showing that Othello is indeed like the coarse and base creature that Iago described -&gt; Absence of his eloquence in language &lt;br /&gt;- Act 4 Sc 1 “Lie with her? Lie on her? We say lie on her when they belie her. Lie with her – Zounds, that’s fulsome. Handkerchief-confessions – handkerchief! ... Pish! Noses, ears and lips. Is’t possible? Confess- handkerchief! O devil!” -&gt; Fragmented language, lack of the fluidity of language that he demonstrated at the start of the play, reflecting the crumbling of Othello’s initial nobility as indicated by the absence of traces of poetic beauty in his speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) However, Othello’s followed use of diabolical language in his speeches hints that the perceived bestiality of Othello is more indicative of his confusion than the essential bestiality of his nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Act 3 Sc 3 “ In Venice, they do  let God see the Pranks they dared not show their husbands” -&gt; reflective of Othello’s insecurity&lt;br /&gt;- Act 5 Sc 2 “ Cunning’st  pattern of excelling nature” -&gt; Contradictory Images in his speeches reflects Othello’s turmoil of confusion rather than the fact that he is essentially beastial in nature.&lt;br /&gt;-“ Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster”  -&gt; Use of liquid consonants shows a fluidity in his speech within his current turmoil demonstrates the lingering presence of his essential nobility even when he is about to commit a beastial act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In the final scene, there is a restoration of the poetic beauty in Othello’s speeches, similarly reflecting the restoration of Othello to his initial stage of nobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then you must speak of one who loved not wisely but too well; Of one, not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplexed in the extreme...”  -&gt; Fluidity and eloquence in his speeches restored, initial self humility apparently restored, showing the restoration of Othello to his essential noble nature, but perhaps not to the level of his initial nobility at the start of the play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7325117323921882654?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7325117323921882654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7325117323921882654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-guys-i-know-this-is-weird-but-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-4726803256820151230</id><published>2009-09-24T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:37:17.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wish we could skip past periods of our lives. I would gladly skip past this period of studying, this 1.5 momths of pure torture of remembering facts, doing essays and practising math. But i guess without this process of torture, there would be no fufilment at the end of it. Perhaps happiness, but not elation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Srt1e-fFPHI/AAAAAAAABJ0/cYBn66-Yf7U/s1600-h/_41186601_hooray-pa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Srt1e-fFPHI/AAAAAAAABJ0/cYBn66-Yf7U/s320/_41186601_hooray-pa5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385026954481450098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i want elation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-4726803256820151230?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4726803256820151230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4726803256820151230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-wish-we-could-skip-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Srt1e-fFPHI/AAAAAAAABJ0/cYBn66-Yf7U/s72-c/_41186601_hooray-pa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-6025024382592772390</id><published>2009-07-21T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:11:05.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annabelle is taking a break from her blog to work on something special.&lt;br /&gt;And no, its not academics but its gonna be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-6025024382592772390?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6025024382592772390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6025024382592772390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/07/annabelle-is-taking-break-from-her-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8210449255375902679</id><published>2009-07-18T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:33:59.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday dinner last night at Empire State (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay both our birthday dinners :p I feel like ivan's twin. Hahaha. And we actually asked the waitress whether she thought we were related but ivan bugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmF37fT-sLI/AAAAAAAABJE/rrQcFRknVps/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmF37fT-sLI/AAAAAAAABJE/rrQcFRknVps/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359696895448887474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmFz11BjQpI/AAAAAAAABI8/qDLVDQd-Tsk/s1600-h/birthday+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmFz11BjQpI/AAAAAAAABI8/qDLVDQd-Tsk/s320/birthday+dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359692400151446162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clocked a new taxi fare record last night, had nice chocolatey brownies as our cakes and tim was getting high on cheap wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! So now i'm finally 18. Legal to do alot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Elo and i actually managed to catch harry potter on 16th of july. Quite impressive really. Except that the harry potter ending was crappy. THEY DIDNT EVEN GIVE DUNMBLEDORE A FUNERAL. wth right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my birthday special this year. &lt;br /&gt;Here's to everyone who made it an awesome one for me. I love you guys (:&lt;br /&gt;(oh yea these are the non edible stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmF37mLvVUI/AAAAAAAABJM/vsd8tzWgJnc/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmF37mLvVUI/AAAAAAAABJM/vsd8tzWgJnc/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359696897293374786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmF50wDp48I/AAAAAAAABJU/W728tWlUOA8/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmF50wDp48I/AAAAAAAABJU/W728tWlUOA8/s320/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359698978707989442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm going off to read Harry Potter now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8210449255375902679?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8210449255375902679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8210449255375902679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-dinner-last-night-at-empire.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SmF37fT-sLI/AAAAAAAABJE/rrQcFRknVps/s72-c/DSC00508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5175151406021621332</id><published>2009-07-12T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:39:35.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night hearts on fire rally was an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;The songs were great. I admit to feeling detached from these events for too long a time. Sometimes i just wonder whether going to church every sunday since P3 made church evolve.&lt;br /&gt;From a joyful experience, to a social networking place, then to a long drawn ritual.&lt;br /&gt;I had alot of second thoughts about the event, alot of fears, doubts and my laziness almost creeped in last minute. It was a wayyy last minute decision but probably one of the only times that im actually absolutely sure that my choice is was the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just prominent in these events the power of God's grace. During the exposition of the Blessed Sacrament i was pondering on alot of stuff and issues. Yea i actually do have my issues, though only very few people are aware of them. And i realised that God is really awesome to help me cope with my issues, but not only that, the issues of billions of people in the world who turn to him in desperation. I mean, God is like a super manager of humans, he's a divine power who personally relates to and connects with billions of people. And that is amazing because his love is enough for all mankind. My goodness man, that is really alot of love, and he has it. But despite me turning to him in desperation most times he still loves me all the same, which is wonderful! So last night i decided to turn to him more in adoration than desperation, which i think is what he duely deserves.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i have been using 'he' so people who think God is a woman then read it was 'she' okay. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt shaky but peaceful after healing. The woman praying over me during healing made me shaky cause she was speaking in tongues then she started crying. So i was wondering what was wrong with her. I mean, they were praying in tongues, which i admit is something i can't understand. I havent aquired the skill to actually put words to what tongues are saying. but last night i just let the tongues wash through me and i felt an inner peace which worldly language can't give. She patted me,crying and said 'Jesus loves you' Then i was like 'Mam, i'm sure Jesus loves you too'. Okay i called her mam because she was an ageing lady :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is inspiration. Don't worry i'm not turning into Ivan (okay joking) or some psycho bible reciting crazy person. I still think i'll engage in worldly satisfaction. You don't see me swearing that i'll quit drinking, or cursing or engaging in interesting gossip. But i think that God will change me from within somehow,and i believe that what is inside that matters and i think that trying is the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elo, Nette, Nat, Dora, Tara and whoever else who i knew was there, yea it was an amazing night. Probably not as punk rock as a concert, probably not as polished as a christian rally but i think it touched everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm going to bathe, and think how to cope with my history tutorial D:&lt;br /&gt;Haha my birthday celebrations start tonight! (: Grandma aunties cousins all (:&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5175151406021621332?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5175151406021621332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5175151406021621332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-hearts-on-fire-rally-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2304113321981584951</id><published>2009-06-24T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:25:18.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww look how much i've grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMWm2v28UI/AAAAAAAABI0/tYcfseE0RgU/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMWm2v28UI/AAAAAAAABI0/tYcfseE0RgU/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351145639033368898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMWmlfImXI/AAAAAAAABIs/iuHShPLSZNc/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMWmlfImXI/AAAAAAAABIs/iuHShPLSZNc/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351145634399820146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVL6zB2mI/AAAAAAAABIk/Exds29yDS5k/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVL6zB2mI/AAAAAAAABIk/Exds29yDS5k/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351144076752312930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVLd1kWHI/AAAAAAAABIc/TCW4jVoTKis/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVLd1kWHI/AAAAAAAABIc/TCW4jVoTKis/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351144068978333810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piehouse barbecue (6/9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVLAVqr8I/AAAAAAAABIU/iZyz35B5qek/s1600-h/picture+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVLAVqr8I/AAAAAAAABIU/iZyz35B5qek/s320/picture+297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351144061059903426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVKy9tUqI/AAAAAAAABIM/BGsMzQxehGc/s1600-h/picture+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVKy9tUqI/AAAAAAAABIM/BGsMzQxehGc/s320/picture+284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351144057469751970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVKrtsnLI/AAAAAAAABIE/oaVbEJYPkmc/s1600-h/picture+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMVKrtsnLI/AAAAAAAABIE/oaVbEJYPkmc/s320/picture+285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351144055523548338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stupid as this may sound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging in the library on my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the history paper and my mind is boggled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenstown library is quite a cool place to study. Usually i go there with elo, but since she's sick i'm here alone today. I'm usiing wiki to find out what FELDA is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my battery is sapping up super quickly and i forgot my charger D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to cramming history facts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2304113321981584951?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2304113321981584951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2304113321981584951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/06/aww-look-how-much-ive-grown-piehouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SkMWm2v28UI/AAAAAAAABI0/tYcfseE0RgU/s72-c/DSC00496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1273807129470995398</id><published>2009-06-22T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:23:49.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extend holidays extend holidays extend holidays&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how desperate i am ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piehouse barbecue tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. It has been agess since we met.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It must have been awful when they told you whose house it was."&lt;br /&gt;"I knew it was Jim's house." &lt;br /&gt;"You did?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." &lt;br /&gt;"Well, then why'd you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because you asked me to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Edward Scissorhands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny Depp is such a great actor, and this movie made me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1273807129470995398?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1273807129470995398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1273807129470995398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/06/extend-holidays-extend-holidays-extend.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-887769228740295990</id><published>2009-06-11T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:50:37.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been ages since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I thought diaries were supposed to be interesting. like how grandmothers share their diaries in movies and grandchildren are in awe of their past activities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my day was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Today i woke up, ate a turkey cucumber ham sandwich, went back to sleep, ordered a meat galore pizza and spicy drumlets, watched season 2 of friends, drank orange juice and soya milk.. ate a kiwi and a chicken pie, found history notes of Gobachev and the collapse of communism, messaged some friends. Hmmm i wonder what i should get for dinner? Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately not by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play basketball with neighbourhood people at neighbourhood courts in the evening. Shoot some 3 pointers, perfect a new skill. I want to hit town without any worries in my head. Go to the beach to tan. Travel far far away from this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, i rarely feel like this. &lt;br /&gt;But i honestly don't feel so happy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Escape&lt;/span&gt;, but i guess no one's with me. Since the keyboard already has an escape button, there is no reason life shouldn't have one. Don't worry I am not suicidal. I am rambling. I should just go study because there is no time left. Yea yea yea i got that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-887769228740295990?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/887769228740295990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/887769228740295990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-ages-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2296823818840139090</id><published>2009-05-20T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:00:27.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psych and Social Work freaked me out,&lt;br /&gt;Splitting of emotions whilst up and about.&lt;br /&gt;Law, Broadcast is a far off dream,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only Print Journalism is within my means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead bodies and people treating you like vermin is making me rethink though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once wanted to be a firefighter, a pilot, a soldier, a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not. Oh, I wanted to be a PE teacher too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2296823818840139090?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2296823818840139090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2296823818840139090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/05/psych-and-social-work-freaked-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5497342694568353344</id><published>2009-05-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:46:00.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(edited-new pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday nette :D&lt;br /&gt;We went to sizzler to celebrate today, and im still freakingggg full. Free flow salad bar, chicken noodle soup, mushroom soup, double ice creams, Oreo cheesecake, steak and potato. Sinful :) But enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this was supposed to be a funny shot but kenny and mark look normal -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/ShAwpXHf4kI/AAAAAAAABHc/6JzLOm-MaNA/s1600-h/4484_82016407038_576672038_2316434_6412263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/ShAwpXHf4kI/AAAAAAAABHc/6JzLOm-MaNA/s320/4484_82016407038_576672038_2316434_6412263_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336819045572272706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/ShAwpZ_bF5I/AAAAAAAABHU/gudod402LhM/s1600-h/4484_82015012038_576672038_2316363_3733460_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/ShAwpZ_bF5I/AAAAAAAABHU/gudod402LhM/s320/4484_82015012038_576672038_2316363_3733460_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336819046343710610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ivan's great idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg__P9q3vGI/AAAAAAAABHE/UkpwSIkyjzk/s1600-h/act+cute+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg__P9q3vGI/AAAAAAAABHE/UkpwSIkyjzk/s320/act+cute+face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336764733174824034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argggh school is starting tomorrow. I watched 5 movies yesterday btw. Coach Carter, Step up, Step Up 2, American Pie Band Camp and She's the man. :D Consecutively. My personal best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having goals in life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people!&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/9196722260048060492-5497342694568353344?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5497342694568353344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5497342694568353344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/05/ivans-great-idea-anyway-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/ShAwpXHf4kI/AAAAAAAABHc/6JzLOm-MaNA/s72-c/4484_82016407038_576672038_2316434_6412263_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5966547563003833961</id><published>2009-05-15T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:01:33.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Literary Evening @ Arts House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long since my last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41f-l8nFI/AAAAAAAABG8/0mc55Xlnopo/s1600-h/4409_100432576531_694071531_2619767_8113636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41f-l8nFI/AAAAAAAABG8/0mc55Xlnopo/s320/4409_100432576531_694071531_2619767_8113636_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261431974992978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41f9A-86I/AAAAAAAABG0/Nn_ie9GX27U/s1600-h/4409_100432571531_694071531_2619766_692909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41f9A-86I/AAAAAAAABG0/Nn_ie9GX27U/s320/4409_100432571531_694071531_2619766_692909_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261431551521698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41frD6ZqI/AAAAAAAABGs/1WzB00zUPdU/s1600-h/4409_100432481531_694071531_2619749_5585650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41frD6ZqI/AAAAAAAABGs/1WzB00zUPdU/s320/4409_100432481531_694071531_2619749_5585650_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261426731968162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41fhC_olI/AAAAAAAABGk/Hc-yLi92LSM/s1600-h/4409_100432461531_694071531_2619746_7740409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41fhC_olI/AAAAAAAABGk/Hc-yLi92LSM/s320/4409_100432461531_694071531_2619746_7740409_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261424043762258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite alot of fun last night!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up here for my facebook-impaired friends :p More pictures but they havent been uploaded yet :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to trini's place after bathing and grabbing my clothes, reached after getting lost , tried to help her to decide what to wear but wasn't much of a help :p , played with snowy who has less fur now ): I used to like snowy's fur. Decided on accessories, clutches, bags, shoes.. you have no idea. Trini wanted to help me put makeup but i refused lol. Tried wearing my hair neater last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the event was great. The poet didn't really appeal to me though. Everything else did (: Bought two tubs of Hagen daz and random sweet gassy drinks then had a picnic on the grass up the esplanade after the event. Rushed for the last train :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i've been listening to Fireworks by Plain White Tees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Chorus is really nice to listen to :P&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know, you know&lt;br /&gt;it can't get much better&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks flyin' whenever we're together&lt;br /&gt;I know, you know, that I know you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Saturday (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5966547563003833961?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5966547563003833961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5966547563003833961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/05/literary-evening-arts-house-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sg41f-l8nFI/AAAAAAAABG8/0mc55Xlnopo/s72-c/4409_100432576531_694071531_2619767_8113636_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-4222619112631019730</id><published>2009-04-30T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:25:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Kenny's birthday was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;This is all the guys (except elijah) Tau-poking kenny. I think if elijah went on top everyone would have died.&lt;br /&gt;Can't see kenny under all the bodies piling on top of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sfpn61Y2DsI/AAAAAAAABGc/wok_IKu6bGQ/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sfpn61Y2DsI/AAAAAAAABGc/wok_IKu6bGQ/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330687369407762114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon after school drawing kenny a card :P I was actually planning to already okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Jack's place heeren for dinner at night with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan and I reached earlier so we went to 7-11 to get a condom for kenny. The guy didnt even ask for Ivan's age luh -.- This was Ivan's last minute attempt of getting kenny an extra ownage present.&lt;br /&gt;All of us got him a nice nike bag though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet at 7:30pm but we ended up eating only at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to camwhore but the guys were SOOO lousy at it! And the security guard kept shooting us killer glares so we attempted taking shots with a few different mirrors at heeren.&lt;br /&gt;The rest left at 11, then tim trini kenny and i went to timbre. The staircase up is seriously mad. Left soon after, trini went home then the rest of us went to starbucks for cake and drinks.. then cabbed home with kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labour day people (: Literally. &lt;br /&gt;I feel as though im in labour cause my cramps are quite bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-4222619112631019730?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4222619112631019730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4222619112631019730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-kennys-birthday-was-yesterday-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sfpn61Y2DsI/AAAAAAAABGc/wok_IKu6bGQ/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8939540188790306391</id><published>2009-04-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:20:32.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a shoutout to Rebecca Francis who turned 18th today! (hahaha sorry but this picture makes me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfSEfjyVTQI/AAAAAAAABGU/8-Lmv06E0us/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfSEfjyVTQI/AAAAAAAABGU/8-Lmv06E0us/s200/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029936803302658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball has been really fun with you around, and thanks for always being there for me (:&lt;br /&gt;We'll have many more wonderful times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was a good day. I spent it with my grandma, mostly. &lt;br /&gt;Apart from shopping with my mum at Raffles City Shopping Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma can't see the TV properly cause of catharacts that specs cant solve.&lt;br /&gt;Neither can she speak english or chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Her legs hurt when she walks, she's tired easily cause of dialysis four times a day.&lt;br /&gt;But today i saw her strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cooking yong tau foo with some minced beans day. Those beans come in bottles.&lt;br /&gt;I tried opening the bottle with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;My mum tried to open it with a cloth.&lt;br /&gt;My aunties used hot water.&lt;br /&gt;To no avail. The cap wasn't even loosened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma, used tools that opened it in 2 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;I was like WOAH. Okay maybe i wasnt that smart to use my bare hands... but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn alot from my grandmother. Sure, many tangible things.&lt;br /&gt;When i was young i learnt cantonese from her when i was staying with her.&lt;br /&gt;Then how to choose food from the market when i was in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;After that, she taught me how to gamble and sing some cantonese love songs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess what really matters is the intangible things which are countless.&lt;br /&gt;She's possibly the person i admire most in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Like i know she wants me to be a lawyer, but she tells me to be what i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;And i cant tell her i want to be a journalist cause i don't know how to say that in cantonese -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found today really great, so thought i might share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Hours to Annabelle's wake up time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8939540188790306391?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8939540188790306391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8939540188790306391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-shoutout-to-rebecca-francis-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfSEfjyVTQI/AAAAAAAABGU/8-Lmv06E0us/s72-c/DSC01680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5317386563353506466</id><published>2009-04-25T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:56:53.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/edited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;:D So the past week has been spent at kallang netball stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Ben and Jerry's Free cone day on tuesday with trini, nette and kenny (:&lt;br /&gt;I went for morning run on one day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday elo came over at around six thirty. I realised kallang netball stadium is actually quite far away from my house. My experience of cabbing home confirmed it :P&lt;br /&gt;She succeeded in buying alcohol from 7-11 without any proof that she's over 18 :/&lt;br /&gt;I think i would have failed.&lt;br /&gt;My sassy girl is the lamest movie ever and i cant believe we watched it at my house D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette the judoka in actionnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfLf6-Qz9yI/AAAAAAAABFs/1vb4rjSy8Fs/s1600-h/Image0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfLf6-Qz9yI/AAAAAAAABFs/1vb4rjSy8Fs/s320/Image0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328567513371637538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work harder at maths :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some netball pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfMkQTZ4YKI/AAAAAAAABGE/EyOqB7rleuU/s1600-h/3124_93521744044_780169044_2486125_8112994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfMkQTZ4YKI/AAAAAAAABGE/EyOqB7rleuU/s320/3124_93521744044_780169044_2486125_8112994_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328642646614761634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfMkQdjWAKI/AAAAAAAABF8/B-GlO9jvuHE/s1600-h/3124_93521739044_780169044_2486124_7890083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfMkQdjWAKI/AAAAAAAABF8/B-GlO9jvuHE/s320/3124_93521739044_780169044_2486124_7890083_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328642649338806434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfMkQDSUgvI/AAAAAAAABF0/DRAS8OxbeZs/s1600-h/3124_93521574044_780169044_2486093_3202410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfMkQDSUgvI/AAAAAAAABF0/DRAS8OxbeZs/s320/3124_93521574044_780169044_2486093_3202410_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328642642288083698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee im very happy i managed to download hillsongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love you, I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Though my world may fall, I’ll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour, my closest friend,&lt;br /&gt;I will worship you until the very end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5317386563353506466?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5317386563353506466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5317386563353506466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-weekends-d-so-past-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SfLf6-Qz9yI/AAAAAAAABFs/1vb4rjSy8Fs/s72-c/Image0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5764531642595704231</id><published>2009-04-20T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:58:01.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quote of the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'WTF = wat the f*** rite? den some ppl think they funni go put FTW which = F*** the what. how lame'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its times like this that make me laugh out loud to the computer and my mum thinks im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the start of the week, but i feel drained already.&lt;br /&gt;No more 2.4 for the rest of my life. No more physical fitness tests.(no more physical fitness? :O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SeyLtHIB63I/AAAAAAAABFk/wnafjM1zsrQ/s1600-h/3124_86462829044_780169044_2439246_4668036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SeyLtHIB63I/AAAAAAAABFk/wnafjM1zsrQ/s320/3124_86462829044_780169044_2439246_4668036_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326786066395556722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw the shot went in. and i dunno why my arms swung back)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5764531642595704231?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5764531642595704231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5764531642595704231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/04/quote-of-week-wtf-wat-f-rite-den-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SeyLtHIB63I/AAAAAAAABFk/wnafjM1zsrQ/s72-c/3124_86462829044_780169044_2439246_4668036_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-6948827143953235674</id><published>2009-04-09T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:01:27.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was quite upset yesterday over PW results, but i realised there's no use brooding over it. Although its an unplanned B. &lt;br /&gt;But.. on the bright side, motivation to work harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a pigging out session at Mad Jacks after school yesterday with remy, nette and trini! Seriously i had creamed fish with mashed potato and salad, nuggets, and BROWNIE WITH ICE CREAM. Super duper sinful but it made me feel better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;I think the lyrics are nice, especially the chorus. &lt;br /&gt;Its Going away to College by Blink 182.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold out tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll put blankets on the bed&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget to think about me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you once a week she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel the same&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love or break it off&lt;br /&gt;And if young love is just a game&lt;br /&gt;Then I must have missed the kick off&lt;br /&gt;Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything&lt;br /&gt;But I'd go through hell for you and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I haven't been this scared in a long time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so unprepared so here's your valentine&lt;br /&gt;Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody&lt;br /&gt;This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about the times&lt;br /&gt;She kissed me after class&lt;br /&gt;And she put up with my friends&lt;br /&gt;I acted like an ass&lt;br /&gt;I'd ditch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer&lt;br /&gt;Is my picture still hanging in her locker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;Lent is going to be over and i can finally start watching youtube and serial shows on Sunday!!!! For people who dont know my lenten sacrifice was to fast from youtube and serial shows like GOSSIP GIRL since lent started a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Yay Yay Yayyyy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-6948827143953235674?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6948827143953235674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6948827143953235674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-quite-upset-yesterday-over-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7579807684671345616</id><published>2009-04-03T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:45:07.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half full.  &lt;br /&gt;And he said, "Is it half full or half empty?"  &lt;br /&gt;So I drank the water.  &lt;br /&gt;No more problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle is reading Nicholas Tarling.&lt;br /&gt;And she is feeling sophisticated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7579807684671345616?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7579807684671345616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7579807684671345616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-clock-that-does-not-work-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5972234043297010718</id><published>2009-03-31T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:20:23.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i was made to evaluate my performance in the CTs.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my UES makes me really worried, NUS Arts and Social sciences.&lt;br /&gt;NUS Arts and Social sciences. Arggggggggghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fufill short term goals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie was telling me abt NTU Journalism during family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;She makes it sound quite cool cause she gets to go overseas to do stuff and to learn other languages (: She's signing up with MOE though. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Journalism Journalism Journalism. The Law phase in me has finally subsided.&lt;br /&gt;Sports Journalism, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Ling! Take care of your ligament okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SdIKEyOTwkI/AAAAAAAABFU/k25iMFW929w/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SdIKEyOTwkI/AAAAAAAABFU/k25iMFW929w/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319325187195519554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched shopaholic today with Tim, Kenny and Trini! &lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed that show (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5972234043297010718?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5972234043297010718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5972234043297010718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-was-made-to-evaluate-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SdIKEyOTwkI/AAAAAAAABFU/k25iMFW929w/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7479897560836858929</id><published>2009-03-30T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:21:03.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're all rock stars now in a network town&lt;br /&gt;theres no place to go,&lt;br /&gt;to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;making friends and foes&lt;br /&gt;watch the network grow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you find a time&lt;br /&gt;when you're not online&lt;br /&gt;standing all alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your real friends now?&lt;br /&gt;you have let them down&lt;br /&gt;you're a download pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be monday&lt;br /&gt;It can't be monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Irritating girl keeps bugging me online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7479897560836858929?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7479897560836858929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7479897560836858929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-all-rock-stars-now-in-network.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5894549965169091394</id><published>2009-03-29T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:23:31.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History Night 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sc-D8h_1VNI/AAAAAAAABFE/mWJ5xIqqaDY/s1600-h/2646_65673152171_641447171_2070133_6207895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sc-D8h_1VNI/AAAAAAAABFE/mWJ5xIqqaDY/s400/2646_65673152171_641447171_2070133_6207895_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318614760889341138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed, then newton circus for supper with tim, kenny and trini.&lt;br /&gt;Food wasn't really good but I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the one and only time you'll see me in an army uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Bye bye weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5894549965169091394?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5894549965169091394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5894549965169091394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/history-night-2009-performed-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sc-D8h_1VNI/AAAAAAAABFE/mWJ5xIqqaDY/s72-c/2646_65673152171_641447171_2070133_6207895_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-885676297430188819</id><published>2009-03-29T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:14:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From nette's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-885676297430188819?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/885676297430188819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/885676297430188819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-nettes-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5968973167553057807</id><published>2009-03-27T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:59:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, So my CTs results came back.&lt;br /&gt;They are beyond my defination of doing badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is inevitable that i learn how to spell words.&lt;br /&gt;I will get my life into shape.&lt;br /&gt;I will start being disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of patience with my 'fooling methods' which didn't get me anywhere in CTs.&lt;br /&gt;It might have,if my history paper didn't get moderated and scruitnized by 5 different teachers. Which obviously exposed the flaws under the cover of my carefully crafted essay.&lt;br /&gt;But that does not explain the rest of my terrible results.&lt;br /&gt;Which are really terrible. The sad thing is that i'm not trying to be all humble here :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Today is History Night! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sc2OAmL17UI/AAAAAAAABE0/hPlWJcR9G-8/s1600-h/oqiycp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sc2OAmL17UI/AAAAAAAABE0/hPlWJcR9G-8/s320/oqiycp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318062875895786818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation process was tiring, though fun at times.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Elijah is giving his bitch face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has not been a good week,&lt;br /&gt;So i have been rather blunt and unapologetic :p Which is very unlike how i usually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got through it,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5968973167553057807?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5968973167553057807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5968973167553057807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-so-my-cts-results-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sc2OAmL17UI/AAAAAAAABE0/hPlWJcR9G-8/s72-c/oqiycp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3302195330937932411</id><published>2009-03-24T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:51:47.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol I am blogging in math class.&lt;br /&gt;Structural, systematic or random Sampling methods?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-3302195330937932411?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3302195330937932411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3302195330937932411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-i-am-blogging-in-math-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8481690651687564883</id><published>2009-03-22T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:34:07.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had mixed feelings about the netball camp and i'm still having mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much since the end of netball camp. (:&lt;br /&gt;Just relaxing at home, eating plain yoghurt, getting tempted by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bakebakebake!&lt;/span&gt; and going for jogs to make up for my lack of netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went and did this job assessment thing on ecareers.sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I lack realism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 23 pages of questions..&lt;br /&gt;My ideal occupation is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;broadcast journalist&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;br /&gt;Followed by occupations such as Producer-Presenters, Costumed Actors/Performers, Artistes,Copy Editors, University Professors,Advertising Copywriters, Authors,Playwrights, Scriptwriters/Idea Architects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh some i totally disagree like Dance Choreographers and Art teachers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha i just had this crazy image of me doing ballet :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i realised i have been wearing contacts 100 degrees above my actual power, which explains why i'm always so sleepy in my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everyone's turning 18! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/ScY9usHemVI/AAAAAAAABEs/5Qgy3y4MZbk/s1600-h/6a00d83453c85969e2011168968a36970c-320wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/ScY9usHemVI/AAAAAAAABEs/5Qgy3y4MZbk/s320/6a00d83453c85969e2011168968a36970c-320wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316004282483251538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The trouble with a rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle is having Back to school blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8481690651687564883?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8481690651687564883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8481690651687564883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-mixed-feelings-about-netball-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/ScY9usHemVI/AAAAAAAABEs/5Qgy3y4MZbk/s72-c/6a00d83453c85969e2011168968a36970c-320wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1234305725433103465</id><published>2009-03-18T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:27:01.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to hit the gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1234305725433103465?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1234305725433103465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1234305725433103465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-going-to-gym-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7617676456036426968</id><published>2009-03-17T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:04:05.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UH Camp/course. Words can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;Not really in a good way, but at least i learnt some new skills and ideas for the company :P The people there were like mostly younger than me and my group was seriously chinese speaking ah-lian-ish. Not that its bad or anything, but just different.&lt;br /&gt;Tried out speaking some chinese to them though which sounded weirdddd! D:&lt;br /&gt;But they were really nice and hygenic too. There was this girl who kept insisting that we washed our hands after every action that contaminated them with germs. It must be because she's doing nursing in ITE, but still... I'm not used to being so clean! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know more people i guess! Bunked with elo, ate alot of fruitips, sang songs, tried not to sleep during the talks and lectures which were just ZZzzz. Campfire was fun though :p I always liked campfires! (:&lt;br /&gt;Was put at constant practice for Kim's game smelling component :P If you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was an experience (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg my cursor just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today i helped my mum make dumplings which we ate with vegetables in chicken soup! It was really delicious, had 10 different ingredients inside :D&lt;br /&gt;Its rare that i help my mum in cooking so it was really fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kind of slack holidays where i can just stay home and watch channel 8 drama shows, and do random stuff such as setting up my new study chair.&lt;br /&gt;Blah, i like my new glasses. Weird but perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7617676456036426968?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7617676456036426968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7617676456036426968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/uh-campcourse.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3447325843392667478</id><published>2009-03-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:31:30.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm off to a guides camp slash course tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights sounds boring enough.&lt;br /&gt;Its more content and skill based rather than outdoor.&lt;br /&gt;Nette's voice comes to my head, No mental block, no mental block :P&lt;br /&gt;At least elo will be there too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad CTs are over! :D&lt;br /&gt;Finally! :D &lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to results though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks becca (: Don't worry, i will never forget (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Marley and Me, its really nice. Almost teared, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Not as sad as Benjamin Button to people who don't have dogs, Tim as an exception :/&lt;br /&gt;Played pool and hung out after super longgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol Ivan, i'm sorry this makes me laugh whenever i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sbp8HaozxlI/AAAAAAAABEM/47haOdfPkbI/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sbp8HaozxlI/AAAAAAAABEM/47haOdfPkbI/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312695177288336978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to pack my bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-3447325843392667478?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3447325843392667478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3447325843392667478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-off-to-guides-camp-slash-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sbp8HaozxlI/AAAAAAAABEM/47haOdfPkbI/s72-c/DSC00441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7766911404676319090</id><published>2009-03-09T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T05:56:53.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gp was okay. I think i did my essay reasonably well, but my compre is gone gone gone.&lt;br /&gt;Math is the funniest paper ever. I think i'll drop beyond the number of bands that they have :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is history which makes my nerves go wild.&lt;br /&gt;All those content that i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deceivingly happy relationship between me and history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SbUQ0Vt2YhI/AAAAAAAABD8/TJXDGXbZ8RI/s1600-h/bf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SbUQ0Vt2YhI/AAAAAAAABD8/TJXDGXbZ8RI/s320/bf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311169826922062354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlimentary Democracy, UN, Kashmir and Decol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spotting, studying, surviving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7766911404676319090?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7766911404676319090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7766911404676319090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/gp-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SbUQ0Vt2YhI/AAAAAAAABD8/TJXDGXbZ8RI/s72-c/bf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-9053732516279578277</id><published>2009-03-07T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:48:38.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep repeating stuff over and over again in my head. It gives me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Level Chinese results came out yesterday. I got a 'B' that is really unexpected, but thankful nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that when God gives, he takes back something else.&lt;br /&gt;Like how he gave me a flair for writing, but i just can't spell words properly. They twirl round my head and come out all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't go the way i wanted it to, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather get a 'S' for chinese and have the other thing, rather than get a 'B' and not get the other thing.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know i'm stupid to be wishing to spoil my A level cert, but the other thing meant something much more to me. Something i gave my heart to.&lt;br /&gt;Which i didn't get. Okay i should stop drowning your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i went to trini's house to study today with tim!&lt;br /&gt;Snowy is the nicest dog, thought i would be scared of him but nope :p.&lt;br /&gt;Studied on and off from 10am-11pm, had some fun, then eeling called to talk about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it &lt;br /&gt;Get over it&lt;br /&gt;Get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny its affecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SbKlR6ubVkI/AAAAAAAABD0/JY5obRgrdsY/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SbKlR6ubVkI/AAAAAAAABD0/JY5obRgrdsY/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310488637863581250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-9053732516279578277?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/9053732516279578277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/9053732516279578277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keep-repeating-stuff-over-and-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SbKlR6ubVkI/AAAAAAAABD0/JY5obRgrdsY/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8358964671256808992</id><published>2009-02-27T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:31:49.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures i just got on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Ling's 18th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai52KohZTI/AAAAAAAABDk/U79Rig0iPN8/s1600-h/n780169044_2157339_8111306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai52KohZTI/AAAAAAAABDk/U79Rig0iPN8/s320/n780169044_2157339_8111306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307696501074519346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai52L-IL-I/AAAAAAAABDc/8-f9a968GXs/s1600-h/n780169044_2157325_7995821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai52L-IL-I/AAAAAAAABDc/8-f9a968GXs/s320/n780169044_2157325_7995821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307696501433577442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this picture. (Wow i dont think my hair has ever been like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai52BzEawI/AAAAAAAABDU/BgOelvOOuSw/s1600-h/n530874902_2236416_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai52BzEawI/AAAAAAAABDU/BgOelvOOuSw/s320/n530874902_2236416_1510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307696498702838530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading this romance novel late last night after rockafella.&lt;br /&gt;Rockafella was quite okay, screamed and shouted like crap, sang to nice songs (:&lt;br /&gt;Then went for supper with trini, tim and kenny at tp macs. I felt abit high cause i was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now playing&lt;/span&gt;, the band that caused jess and my loss of voice :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai9VVOz4II/AAAAAAAABDs/MAos7qty5zo/s1600-h/n576672038_1960846_1590674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai9VVOz4II/AAAAAAAABDs/MAos7qty5zo/s320/n576672038_1960846_1590674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307700335030296706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND YESTERDAY I ACHIEVED MISSION IMPOSSIBLE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 11 rounds around the track during PE to prepare for cross country... for netball we ran 6 rounds around the school (the mass pe one which we do 2) (:&lt;br /&gt;I feel very proud of myself (:&lt;br /&gt;But i over-exerted my knee ): Thanks daph for lending me yr guard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJC Cross country is coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;I should stop skipping school,&lt;br /&gt;And start studying for Cts.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8358964671256808992?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8358964671256808992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8358964671256808992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-i-just-got-on-facebook-ee.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/Sai52KohZTI/AAAAAAAABDk/U79Rig0iPN8/s72-c/n780169044_2157339_8111306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-4729047365214542748</id><published>2009-02-25T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:37:35.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IGNORE THE WAX SPRAY IN MY POCKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SaVlVTHGzRI/AAAAAAAABDM/5x9UgzGyELk/s1600-h/n227701021_706179_4452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SaVlVTHGzRI/AAAAAAAABDM/5x9UgzGyELk/s320/n227701021_706179_4452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306759152507735314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look freaky and fat ): Wrong photo angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed because of netball.&lt;br /&gt;And i sprained my thumb on my right hand D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do SBQ now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-4729047365214542748?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4729047365214542748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4729047365214542748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/02/ignore-wax-spray-in-my-pocket-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SaVlVTHGzRI/AAAAAAAABDM/5x9UgzGyELk/s72-c/n227701021_706179_4452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3009133361897783032</id><published>2009-02-21T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:47:25.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lit night was awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won us first in an installation art competition :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_wDDLyABI/AAAAAAAABC0/0YIwbvt2Mow/s1600-h/Image025-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_wDDLyABI/AAAAAAAABC0/0YIwbvt2Mow/s320/Image025-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305222821250727954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cheryl and Sherrie won 3rd for best costume for dressing as handmaids (: Its really cool cause they can't see sideways in their costumes :p Mark as the commander, cheryl as the handmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNG8JrUI/AAAAAAAABCM/ki4l8UIJgvY/s1600-h/Image027-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNG8JrUI/AAAAAAAABCM/ki4l8UIJgvY/s320/Image027-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305219695522721090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renu and Faza as beggars! They kept begging me for money, but i really love their outfits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNZ26pWI/AAAAAAAABCc/810cnbU0AIY/s1600-h/Image001-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNZ26pWI/AAAAAAAABCc/810cnbU0AIY/s320/Image001-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305219700601038178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan and I got first for best costume last night for being dopplegangers in Edgar Allen Poe. So we walked around with a broken 9.90 class mirror :p. And creeped ppl out with how much we looked alike. Many more shots of us but this was one before lit night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNCOMriI/AAAAAAAABCU/LDWW6-5n96w/s1600-h/Image012-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNCOMriI/AAAAAAAABCU/LDWW6-5n96w/s320/Image012-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305219694256238114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_xKp4a3lI/AAAAAAAABC8/eX5GUU6ntEo/s1600-h/DSC00875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_xKp4a3lI/AAAAAAAABC8/eX5GUU6ntEo/s320/DSC00875.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305224051409215058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was after lit night already. i don't have many shots myself, so i'm waiting for ppl to upload on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;Trini and i. (ps.half of my outfit belonged to her okay. The blouse inside the tux jacket and the heels) And she did our makeup and my hair too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNT5ERmI/AAAAAAAABCs/1_PRCJoTF3k/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNT5ERmI/AAAAAAAABCs/1_PRCJoTF3k/s320/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305219698999445090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look freaky here but i was supposed to be an ill supernatural version of ivan that came back to haunt him after my death so yea, i was just getting into character :/ Also because i was really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNet3RMI/AAAAAAAABCk/VflnKj3vnTc/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_tNet3RMI/AAAAAAAABCk/VflnKj3vnTc/s320/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305219701905245378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dracula was not bad though its generally not my kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;Went to grab macs with kenny after lit night then went home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had interclass handball yesterday and it went well (: &lt;br /&gt;I caught benjamin button twice and he's just not that into you with elo on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I like benjamin button alot more, the other show only because of jennifer aniston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monopoly on ipod touch is super fun. Was playing with Becca and Daph before the SA match and becca got bankrupt (: So i had a monopoly of houses and property!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played against SA on wednesday. Thinking back there we alot of things i could have done better, alot more balls i could have intercepted. I should have passed properly, timed my jumps.. okay alot more.&lt;br /&gt;But I learnt alot of skills, and abt JC netball, which is really alot at once.&lt;br /&gt;Playing as a team is what we need now, to bond and build some chemistry i think. The constant pressure and the skills of the J1s pushes me to do even better.&lt;br /&gt;Pei shuen is really nice (: I think my long passes during training improved today because of her. She was teaching me some skills yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally dragged myself to training today. Was too tired that i couldnt even put on my contacts. Zzz so i was super blur during training :p But training today was nice(: Super slack cause we ran out of time for suicides!&lt;br /&gt;Daphne chen i hope your knee is okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im going back to stoning and being hungry cause my dinner isn't ready ):&lt;br /&gt;Its 8:43pm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-3009133361897783032?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3009133361897783032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3009133361897783032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/02/lit-night-was-awesome-this-won-us-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZ_wDDLyABI/AAAAAAAABC0/0YIwbvt2Mow/s72-c/Image025-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-7466183862941299246</id><published>2009-02-16T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:56:41.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was training, then nette, trini, tim, kenny, mark, ivan and i went for dinner at Thai express. It was fun talking, but everyone was half dead already (including me) :P It was a pretty awesome day for friday 13th though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha we ended up wearing the same shirt on saturday after training :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have been training quite alot recently! Last week i had 4 trainings, excluding PE! Means i have been exercising quite alot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZmzX4NLwVI/AAAAAAAABCE/Gc7UsULc9uE/s1600-h/DSC01713+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZmzX4NLwVI/AAAAAAAABCE/Gc7UsULc9uE/s320/DSC01713+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303467259011514706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Saturday was training again. Went out with Piehouse at 4pm! It was nice catching up, quite interesting really. Valentine's day in town was just crowded and crowded.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZmzBpYw3TI/AAAAAAAABB8/LDCzmhZnPPk/s1600-h/2132_2980225047317647223_9919_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZmzBpYw3TI/AAAAAAAABB8/LDCzmhZnPPk/s320/2132_2980225047317647223_9919_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303466877076430130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem on valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;Its emo, but i'll share it. Sharing is caring. Omg i can hear kenny saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vast crowds at orchard,&lt;br /&gt;All love birds in sight&lt;br /&gt;Love seems so easy, an&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary sensation, delight.&lt;br /&gt;Nine arrives.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes like an &lt;br /&gt;Incredible racehorse, together&lt;br /&gt;Nine great friends, some in spirit,indulging in&lt;br /&gt;Eateries, Empty - marked absent tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its 2:54am and i have to go do my work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a zombie tomorrow (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-7466183862941299246?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7466183862941299246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/7466183862941299246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-was-training-then-nette-trini.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZmzX4NLwVI/AAAAAAAABCE/Gc7UsULc9uE/s72-c/DSC01713+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1952393495141645602</id><published>2009-02-11T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:20:25.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark's 18th Birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;We went pizza hut to celebrate and im still missing the spicy drumlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZLAkmmeBCI/AAAAAAAABBk/C_ShsENuwIE/s1600-h/Image001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZLAkmmeBCI/AAAAAAAABBk/C_ShsENuwIE/s320/Image001-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301511446438216738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from Eeling and Tim's (T12) Birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;The other pictures are still stuck with Dora! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZLAkkflxnI/AAAAAAAABB0/3SHa6jZp0vI/s1600-h/n780169044_2052694_358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZLAkkflxnI/AAAAAAAABB0/3SHa6jZp0vI/s320/n780169044_2052694_358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301511445872494194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZLAkpKFktI/AAAAAAAABBs/FdTyreJZ1yc/s1600-h/n780169044_2052692_9793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZLAkpKFktI/AAAAAAAABBs/FdTyreJZ1yc/s320/n780169044_2052692_9793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301511447124480722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, netball trials were kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't train so we just sat around and commented on which girls we liked :D&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is trials part 2 ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week has been horrid academically, i havent been doing any work.&lt;br /&gt;I have been slacking and doing the bare minimum.&lt;br /&gt;One month without ponning school is getting to me, its like i feel so tired and sluggish in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1952393495141645602?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1952393495141645602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1952393495141645602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/02/marks-18th-birthday-d-we-went-pizza-hut.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SZLAkmmeBCI/AAAAAAAABBk/C_ShsENuwIE/s72-c/Image001-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-930234201324548401</id><published>2009-02-07T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:22:20.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ivan i wanted to do your quiz but i gave up halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball and mass PE has been tiring. But i feel really satisfied after completing :D&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my coach with ee ling, daph and becca .. and we learnt alot more about her. &lt;br /&gt;My coach is actually really normal after training (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Everything here for you people to grab. Unglam + Glam shots :P&lt;br /&gt;hahha thats me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1RE3wIA1I/AAAAAAAABBc/eaUzozMd6j0/s1600-h/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1RE3wIA1I/AAAAAAAABBc/eaUzozMd6j0/s320/DSC01690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299981480612070226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1RE86ZOUI/AAAAAAAABBU/8rVCQK--f7I/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1RE86ZOUI/AAAAAAAABBU/8rVCQK--f7I/s320/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299981481997318466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1REh5jDxI/AAAAAAAABBM/Tce38IUFVLk/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1REh5jDxI/AAAAAAAABBM/Tce38IUFVLk/s320/DSC01688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299981474746011410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1QnsSkEpI/AAAAAAAABA0/QYTv76Mx874/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1QnsSkEpI/AAAAAAAABA0/QYTv76Mx874/s320/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299980979319083666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1QnkXZEMI/AAAAAAAABA8/4sbVToxmgKc/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1QnkXZEMI/AAAAAAAABA8/4sbVToxmgKc/s320/DSC01685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299980977191850178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1Qne49AGI/AAAAAAAABAs/4CG-GUds9sE/s1600-h/DSC01682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1Qne49AGI/AAAAAAAABAs/4CG-GUds9sE/s320/DSC01682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299980975722004578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1QnG9sidI/AAAAAAAABAk/HvIxNMamINA/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1QnG9sidI/AAAAAAAABAk/HvIxNMamINA/s320/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299980969299446226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PN5UJBXI/AAAAAAAABAc/BN_kDQ2F2yo/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PN5UJBXI/AAAAAAAABAc/BN_kDQ2F2yo/s320/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299979436627133810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PNuura-I/AAAAAAAABAU/77nBlIz0Lh8/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PNuura-I/AAAAAAAABAU/77nBlIz0Lh8/s320/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299979433785650146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PNgKdBuI/AAAAAAAABAM/0okMWL0vBms/s1600-h/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PNgKdBuI/AAAAAAAABAM/0okMWL0vBms/s320/DSC01674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299979429875615458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PNaeT0bI/AAAAAAAABAE/J8EgrF2jA64/s1600-h/DSC01673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PNaeT0bI/AAAAAAAABAE/J8EgrF2jA64/s320/DSC01673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299979428348285362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PNTvrDDI/AAAAAAAAA_8/RS0fcJyExQk/s1600-h/DSC01672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1PNTvrDDI/AAAAAAAAA_8/RS0fcJyExQk/s320/DSC01672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299979426542062642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1Qn7cn0oI/AAAAAAAABBE/W7d6E2RETO8/s1600-h/DSC01686+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1Qn7cn0oI/AAAAAAAABBE/W7d6E2RETO8/s320/DSC01686+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299980983387804290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shoutout to judith and cheryl (if you even read this). All the best for NVM tomorrow :D (ODAC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im going off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit// Whoo hoo! Tim ordered keylor for me at 3:06 :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i have no idea how to finish my readings. Apparently amanda is photocopying this 200 page reading ):&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 4:30 pm to 8:45 pm then from 9:30pm to 7:21am.&lt;br /&gt;Okay don't call me a pig.-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-930234201324548401?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/930234201324548401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/930234201324548401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/02/ivan-i-wanted-to-do-your-quiz-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SY1RE3wIA1I/AAAAAAAABBc/eaUzozMd6j0/s72-c/DSC01690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2836575994889575410</id><published>2009-02-05T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:00:34.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 18th Ee ling!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a fun fun day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there's this voice in my head to tell me do homework, or to study.&lt;br /&gt;There's this other stronger voice saying 'You can do it later'&lt;br /&gt;And later never comes.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep time comes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm stuck in class rushing assignments during recess at superman's pace.&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of working against the clock of rationality.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its bad for my heart... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm feeling so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass PE, History RF test and Long run for netball tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Training at 7:30am on saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SYqX3C5gdAI/AAAAAAAAA_0/FEkFTC-k5PU/s1600-h/1_295938892l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SYqX3C5gdAI/AAAAAAAAA_0/FEkFTC-k5PU/s320/1_295938892l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299214883481482242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna sleep now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2836575994889575410?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2836575994889575410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2836575994889575410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-theres-this-voice-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SYqX3C5gdAI/AAAAAAAAA_0/FEkFTC-k5PU/s72-c/1_295938892l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8667086431455249656</id><published>2009-02-02T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:48:25.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SYb3aPS7ZFI/AAAAAAAAA_s/nioMGV_S1ZY/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SYb3aPS7ZFI/AAAAAAAAA_s/nioMGV_S1ZY/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298194041802548306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what i did for Eeling :P&lt;br /&gt;If you maximise it i think you can see what i wrote! Quite proud of it, I had to admire it after i did something like this without screwing up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So JC1s are here. Noisy, new and lost.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its a good or bad thing. bad cause of canteen queues, good because... hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mass PE today was nice compared to jason liu's. Just that my abs are hurting quite abit due to the dead bug exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was quite good. We have some good people appealing in through netball. &lt;br /&gt;This IJTP girl is pro luh. Flies for the ball and has godly stamina. Woah i was seriously impressed :D Hope she gets in, she seems really nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan is a faster photocopier than me D: So go to him if you need to photostack anything like entire books okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sleepy but i gotta go read my history readings.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz elo is a big fat piggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8667086431455249656?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8667086431455249656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8667086431455249656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-this-is-what-i-did-for-eeling-p-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SYb3aPS7ZFI/AAAAAAAAA_s/nioMGV_S1ZY/s72-c/DSC00420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-4234651690754830931</id><published>2009-01-30T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:14:04.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The visit to Miss Teo and Victor's house was really comfortable and special.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at her place, looking through her SAJC and IJTP yearbooks, eating, talking about random stuff, taking pictures and signing her guestbook, meeting her husband for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;Its something friends would do together.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the same teacher who screams in lecture halls and scares me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost my whole class went to her place :p&lt;br /&gt;We played games, IJ girls vs non-IJ. IJ people do have alot in common :p Noise, laughter, fun, violence and screaming :D &lt;br /&gt;Then mark, tim, ivan, cheryl and i went to coffee bean tiong bahru for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass PE with Jason Liu was a killer cause i was having cramps. &lt;br /&gt;But i still managed to reach my time target :D But it was a killer, the hopping up the grandstand part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have my grandma's birthday lunch, followed by Ee Ling and Timothy's(T12) party at Sentosa Cove :D&lt;br /&gt;I spent quite alot of time on her present and im quite proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;But the picture.. tonight cause i cant risk her seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-4234651690754830931?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4234651690754830931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4234651690754830931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-to-miss-teo-and-victors-house-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-9072650892569341313</id><published>2009-01-26T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:13:48.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is Chinese New year, Gathering, Gambling, Gobbling.&lt;br /&gt;I ate like some pig, ate and ate and ate and ate goodies. &lt;br /&gt;Steamboat at night was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Though there are some inherent problems, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,we went visiting today, house to house!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my cousins, Angela, Aaron, and Stephanie :D&lt;br /&gt;My older cousins didn't wanna camwhore with us ): &lt;br /&gt;They much rather charge their phone in my room, look at my class pictures, talk to the adults..&lt;br /&gt;I know i look stupid in some shots but i think they're really cute :p&lt;br /&gt;(tell me aaron looks retarded) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Q6C_nkRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/41gSDv2g3Co/s1600-h/Image46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Q6C_nkRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/41gSDv2g3Co/s320/Image46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618432512266514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Q58IE1cI/AAAAAAAAA_U/rD-r0oAt2C0/s1600-h/Image43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Q58IE1cI/AAAAAAAAA_U/rD-r0oAt2C0/s320/Image43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618430668690882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Q5mXtEDI/AAAAAAAAA_M/0xx3Rked8Kw/s1600-h/Image47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Q5mXtEDI/AAAAAAAAA_M/0xx3Rked8Kw/s320/Image47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618424828661810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Pszh9LVI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rP93ZDy_OyA/s1600-h/Image52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Pszh9LVI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rP93ZDy_OyA/s320/Image52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295617105511394642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3O_JH-bCI/AAAAAAAAA-0/kfSWepzie84/s1600-h/Image40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3O_JH-bCI/AAAAAAAAA-0/kfSWepzie84/s320/Image40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295616321034021922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3O_PCdQkI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iMvceCTHrCo/s1600-h/Image37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3O_PCdQkI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iMvceCTHrCo/s320/Image37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295616322621489730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3O-_oOEVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/951Wxbbwd-Y/s1600-h/Image56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3O-_oOEVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/951Wxbbwd-Y/s320/Image56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295616318484910418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3O-z3lcYI/AAAAAAAAA-U/E0bXgojNCaY/s1600-h/Image51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3O-z3lcYI/AAAAAAAAA-U/E0bXgojNCaY/s320/Image51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295616315328131458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got many hongbaos too :D Rich Rich Rich me.&lt;br /&gt;And i played the organ today when they came visiting.. songs that i haven't played since a long long time, but it went well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were on holidays forever!&lt;br /&gt;Heels give me blisters ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-9072650892569341313?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/9072650892569341313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/9072650892569341313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-is-chinese-new-year-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SX3Q6C_nkRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/41gSDv2g3Co/s72-c/Image46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5898395950564080661</id><published>2009-01-25T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:07:56.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my family gathering around the very delicious yusheng, not really knowing how to say those countless 4 word blessings and good wishes in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SXx6WetgESI/AAAAAAAAA-M/QcVR6ynWHuo/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SXx6WetgESI/AAAAAAAAA-M/QcVR6ynWHuo/s320/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295241788500480290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exceptionally yummy though i usually dont like yusheng :D&lt;br /&gt;We had a great dinner, just that it wasn't the entire huge family so it felt like a part was missing. weird weird weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my grandma's relatives in China wrote her a letter written in olden day chinese a few days ago. She asked me to read it to her, so i just made out a few words and guessed the meaning and translated it to cantonese so she would understand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SXx6VqJQe-I/AAAAAAAAA-E/wWqhhQbtPR4/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SXx6VqJQe-I/AAAAAAAAA-E/wWqhhQbtPR4/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295241774389820386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my uncle came and he read it (he's good at chinese).. then I realised that i was a little inaccurate. oopss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i fell during training on saturday ): Tripped and my knee bled, but thank goodness i didn't twist my ankle or anything :D (Okay 'tripped' sounds really clumsy)&lt;br /&gt;Did suicides, learnt how to do proper throw ins to the correct people, to stick close to the attackers, get free of defenders.. &lt;br /&gt;yea i learnt quite alot, so it was quite fufilling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year goodies are calling, and they are hard to resist.&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist, I am weak in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry nette, jess and cheryl, i'm gonna break the pact D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5898395950564080661?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5898395950564080661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5898395950564080661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-thats-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SXx6WetgESI/AAAAAAAAA-M/QcVR6ynWHuo/s72-c/DSC00415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8530628602822835139</id><published>2009-01-19T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:23:20.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Plugged conversations on ipods,&lt;br /&gt;Splitting of music and heart talks.&lt;br /&gt;Mere talk, more like.&lt;br /&gt;Degrading sharings with such hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck with inspiration on 186 passing by st marg's bus stop, where these two girls were talking with one earpiece in ear, and the other to listen to the other's talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite amusing&lt;br /&gt;I never usually notice these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow this is the 1st time i wrote a poem on a moving vehicle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trini tan left for Vietnam today D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and i name tomorrow to be my most physically and mentally exhausting day in my timetable. &lt;br /&gt;Econs tutorial, History tutorial, Lit paper 4 Tutorial, Lit paper 1 tutorial, BREAK :D, then HISTORY LECTURE, then netball. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's PTM tonight, what a waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8530628602822835139?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8530628602822835139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8530628602822835139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/plugged-conversations-on-ipods.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-6400046165648529688</id><published>2009-01-19T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:57:15.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do contradict myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Today in GP class i wrote an essay asseerting my point that youths at present have better lives than youths of the past. &lt;br /&gt;Yet i would give up everything just to laze around and lead a completely academically free life. Especially what i have to bear every lecture, the notes copying, hand aching, trying to doze off into dreamland with my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll quite school, rear chickens and sell them for a living... or engage in barter trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum would probably say i'm talking nonsense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guides on monday really tires me out. All the travelling and the intangibility of my contributions.. But i get to meet up with people, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired now!&lt;br /&gt;And i think i write good poems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-6400046165648529688?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6400046165648529688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6400046165648529688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-do-contradict-myself-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-2361691914963724178</id><published>2009-01-16T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:42:35.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really free on fridays. &lt;br /&gt;Its like everyone is kinda going for CCA and i have no netball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been eventful. &lt;br /&gt;The 2% Econs moment was probably the funniest blurrest thing that i did which got the whole class laughing. BUT I REALLY THOUGHT HE WAS ASKING ABOUT INTEREST RATES OKAY. But he was actually asking what i was interested in, and i said 2% confidently, then he was like '????' Lol people stop teasing me :( FAZA NOT FUNNY KAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;I think i have to start reading papers in order to survive in econs class. If not my teacher will keep asking me stuff that is foreign to me and i'll look super blur :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guides was on monday, Training on thursday which was not too tiring and not too slack :p &lt;br /&gt;I think i actually play better without spectacles sliding down my nose bridge cause of sweat. Oh i need to get a haircut before chinese new year, my mum's nagging.&lt;br /&gt;Before training i was hanging out with Trini and planning to do econs assignment that we didn't touch till night cause we got so carried away with talking :p , and tamagotchi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elo came over today after school! :D&lt;br /&gt;Talked talked talked and that pig gangs up with my mum against me okay -.- especially at the dinner table while we were having dinner :/ she weighs _____ kg cause she doesn't exercise!&lt;br /&gt;(I finally realised the fun part of having unlimited messages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy its Friday today!!!&lt;br /&gt;TGIF people, i survived a week at school without skipping a day. &lt;br /&gt;It is extraordinary, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-2361691914963724178?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2361691914963724178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/2361691914963724178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-really-free-on-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-8526194502954669181</id><published>2009-01-12T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:18:50.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School started! Contacts really make your eyes dry! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been listening to this song on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;And i think its an awesome song. Though its sad and emo but it seems like the perfect song for the heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Miserable At Best' By Mayday Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://videokeman.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/ewualizer.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://videokeman.com/mayday-parade/miserable-at-best-mayday-parade/"&gt;Miserable At Best - Mayday Parade Music Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videokeman.com/wp-files/videokemanplay.swf" width="300" height="44" wmode="transparent" FlashVars="playerID=1&amp;bg=0xffffff&amp;leftbg=0xCA4536&amp;lefticon=0xffffff&amp;rightbg=0xCA4536&amp;rightbghover=0x999999&amp;righticon=0xffffff&amp;righticonhover=0xffffff&amp;text=0xCA4536&amp;slider=0x303030&amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;border=0x666666&amp;loader=0xC52C24&amp;autostart=yes&amp;loop=yes&amp;soundFile=http://videokeman.com/dload/flvs/112207/Miserable_At_Best_-_Mayday_Parade.doc" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzE3NjUzNTIyMDUmcHQ9MTIzMTc2NTM4NzAxMyZwPTI5MzMzMSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz1kMzBlMGUyNDE4ZGE*ZDE5OGVjZTJjYWRjM2RjODQyOA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, don't cry, I know&lt;br /&gt;You're trying your hardest&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part is letting go&lt;br /&gt;Of the nights we shared&lt;br /&gt;Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting&lt;br /&gt;But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright&lt;br /&gt;And when we look to the sky, it's not mine, but I want it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room, he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words are never easier for me to say&lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I'd hoped I'd find&lt;br /&gt;In every single way&lt;br /&gt;And everything I could give&lt;br /&gt;Is everything you couldn't take&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part of living&lt;br /&gt;Is just taking breaths to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm good for something&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't found it yet&lt;br /&gt;But I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room, he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words are never easier for me to say&lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will be the first time in a week&lt;br /&gt;That I'll talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;Been three whole days since I've had sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;And I got the point that I should leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;But we both know that I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the lips that made me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room, he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words are never easier for me to say&lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable&lt;br /&gt;And I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable&lt;br /&gt;And I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): It makes me a little sad just listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 8:53pm now and im going to sleep. Guides and school today tired me out.&lt;br /&gt;O level results came out. It brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new timetable's really awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;Earliest days 1pm, latest day (ONCE IN 2 WEEKS) 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with classmates today! Like seeing everyone again is just comforting and relaxing. Little judo secrets during recess girl gossip is fun though i have no idea who is who :p But its just fun to observe reactions :) and tease the right people :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Somehow i feel quite happy and high in school. 2T03 &lt;3, woah sounds so grown up.&lt;br /&gt;I ACTUALLY LISTENTED DURING ECONS LECTURE TODAY. WE'RE SEATED 1ST ROW RIGHT IN THE CENTER -.-&lt;br /&gt;We got J block classrooms too :D they are big and niceeeeee (: So near assembly! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-8526194502954669181?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8526194502954669181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/8526194502954669181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-started-contacts-really-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/th_ewualizer.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-4443128842604515018</id><published>2009-01-11T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:09:46.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel super super accomplished today!&lt;br /&gt;I put on my contacts in less than 10 mins (:&lt;br /&gt;So i'll be wearing them to school, easier for sports i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And And And... I FINISHED MY HISTORY SBQ :D&lt;br /&gt;Read books during the holidays too, like tuesdays with Morrie and Undomestic goddess by Sophie Kinsella. Oh and i started on Great expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ open house some of the netballers (: and ex netballers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWn7tLUvwSI/AAAAAAAAA90/Aqz8wN-3IYs/s1600-h/n780169044_1883255_774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWn7tLUvwSI/AAAAAAAAA90/Aqz8wN-3IYs/s320/n780169044_1883255_774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290035990875848994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm in a really smiley mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But school's starting tmr,&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-4443128842604515018?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4443128842604515018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4443128842604515018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-super-super-accomplished-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWn7tLUvwSI/AAAAAAAAA90/Aqz8wN-3IYs/s72-c/n780169044_1883255_774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-3190893266807941368</id><published>2009-01-09T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:31:52.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks elo and sis for this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWgbXlbrvQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/EiYq1jLZ8R4/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWgbXlbrvQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/EiYq1jLZ8R4/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289507854345813250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just google-ling absolut vodka, and i realised there are hundreds of ways to mix it, just that i don't have the cash for most mixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJC open house was a mass gathering of the CJ population, ex CJC-ians, and new people. But mostly CJC-ians. &lt;br /&gt;No one really came to the netball booth, so we had nice street netball matches with our seniors, Anne and Linhui :D&lt;br /&gt;Now we have netball shirts (: (: Simplicity is always good, and i really like the 'catholic junior college' words being super super mini.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a last minute design and it still turned out to be quite nice!! (:&lt;br /&gt;Saw many many people at the open house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i rushed back to STC for orientation campfire.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with ex-guides, delia, yuan, cheryl, sheena, vanessa and elo :D&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at STC, then broke a kerosene bottle in the guides store, cleaned it with my many many nice helpers (:,Changed to guides shirt, Helped to run about and do some stuff, talked to elo while she played handphone games -.-, then they wanted to play captains ball! &lt;br /&gt;It was fun and pretty relaxing compared to a street netball game :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the campfire started at around 7:30 or was it 7?&lt;br /&gt;The torch that the principal and the head of council was supposed to light had kerosene on the stick part too, and not just the head. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So the head of council and a PE teacher got burnt. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its the guides fault for dripping kerosene on the stick of the torch ( which i think someone held the torch upright so kerosene dripped all the way down the bamboo pole), i don't get it, the PE teacher and the head of council should have let go immediately instead of picking up the flaming torch AGAIN after dropping it. (the fire was travelling all the way down to the hand part) And forcingly lighting the campfire and getting burnt in the process. &lt;br /&gt;But i think the council girl got pretty badly burnt, had to get sent to hospital to check the degree of the burns ): I hope she's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire ended, cleaned up the fire pit, washed the floor, carried everything back then went home and slept for almost 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now netball's gonna be on Monday, Wed (self training), Thursday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to go back for guides, cause i usually go back on mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i've to work something out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this craving for IKEA food now, so IKEA here i come! :D&lt;br /&gt;Going to spend the whole day on a romantic date,&lt;br /&gt;With Mr Hist-econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-3190893266807941368?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3190893266807941368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/3190893266807941368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-elo-and-sis-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWgbXlbrvQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/EiYq1jLZ8R4/s72-c/DSC00399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-646838558496168738</id><published>2009-01-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:02:29.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studying with Trini was fun, she came to my house, saw my room, and laughed at all my younger-annabelle-days pictures. We did do work okay!!! Haha i started on my history! (finally) :D &lt;br /&gt;I feel very accomplished. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;She was playing her tamagotchi and freaking out cause she thought they died. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my cousin is good good friends with her sister, what a small world :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my mum's calling me to eat lunch now and its 10:01am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited for CJ open house :D&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully our netball shirt is nice (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-646838558496168738?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/646838558496168738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/646838558496168738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/studying-with-trini-was-fun-she-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1808849502396155910</id><published>2009-01-07T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:03:31.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Netball farewell gift designing at Ee Ling's House :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay Gloria was there too but i don't have her picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQv2VhCdI/AAAAAAAAA9M/A55Ta7_g2Qs/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQv2VhCdI/AAAAAAAAA9M/A55Ta7_g2Qs/s320/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288581382897994194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQvKRCa4I/AAAAAAAAA9E/bnBAQ-S02Ig/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQvKRCa4I/AAAAAAAAA9E/bnBAQ-S02Ig/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288581371068050306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQuy_vZSI/AAAAAAAAA88/-AqngM28tj4/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQuy_vZSI/AAAAAAAAA88/-AqngM28tj4/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288581364821484834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQuiZY96I/AAAAAAAAA80/LCr_EJ2tmN8/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQuiZY96I/AAAAAAAAA80/LCr_EJ2tmN8/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288581360365664162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTPdyZlroI/AAAAAAAAA8s/3LrqpQn5_Qo/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTPdyZlroI/AAAAAAAAA8s/3LrqpQn5_Qo/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288579973092060802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTPdsPqitI/AAAAAAAAA8k/lOTmm_yFjs8/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTPdsPqitI/AAAAAAAAA8k/lOTmm_yFjs8/s320/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288579971439823570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTPdBojJmI/AAAAAAAAA8c/3PZa6A6lVcw/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTPdBojJmI/AAAAAAAAA8c/3PZa6A6lVcw/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288579960001472098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTPc1nwC-I/AAAAAAAAA8U/887rujtOhcQ/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTPc1nwC-I/AAAAAAAAA8U/887rujtOhcQ/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288579956776897506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of our work and I realised the wonders of black markers (:&lt;br /&gt;Its our first time hanging out that wasnt after training, and it was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting on homework tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Trini Tan is coming over at 8am!!!! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1808849502396155910?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1808849502396155910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1808849502396155910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/netball-farewell-gift-designing-at-ee.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SWTQv2VhCdI/AAAAAAAAA9M/A55Ta7_g2Qs/s72-c/DSC00383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1053561543878634892</id><published>2009-01-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:18:43.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that my new backpack from adidas is a turtle-shell shape.&lt;br /&gt;So i can be ninja turtle in school next year. ha-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Its dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an inspiring geek next year :p With my new backpack as my weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Should i wear contacts? Thinking of getting weekly or monthly ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't master my guitar&lt;br /&gt;okay i can't even play it, its off tune. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm now talking to my Uniform Group Leader.&lt;br /&gt;When i haven't talked to him since, forever&lt;br /&gt;He's a pretty nice guy (Considering he took over all my shouting duties for a year, i owe him much much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched IP man with elo after guides.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was average, with cool fighting moves.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jess and Angelina Bong having some Bff time also.&lt;br /&gt;I ate alot of chicken today,&lt;br /&gt;And drank barcardi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go drink my green tea now. (YES I BELIEVE IN HEALTH DRINKS AND FRUIT JUICE INCLUDING GUAVA-JUICE-OVER-BUBBLETEA ANY DAY.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i found my comfort drink today! The ice holicks at the basement of The Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are jumbled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Pig, Cheer up soon?&lt;br /&gt;I can't fully flash my cheery smile till you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1053561543878634892?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1053561543878634892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1053561543878634892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-realised-that-my-new-backpack-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-6438358038162140911</id><published>2009-01-04T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:39:51.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things fall apart just&lt;br /&gt;so other things can fall together.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, what's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;will always find its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-6438358038162140911?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6438358038162140911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/6438358038162140911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5525616247328746182</id><published>2009-01-02T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:27:13.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is a story from me, to you (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were two fruit juice stalls. Stall A, and Stall B. &lt;br /&gt;They existed along the same stretch of stalls in a hawker centre. &lt;br /&gt;Many people from all walks of life and backgrounds came, attracted by the good food the stretch offered. &lt;br /&gt;That short stretch, was a popular and ideal stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two fruit juice stalls felt that competition was existant between them (duh, it was a short stretch) so Stall A started adopting campaigns to promote their stall.&lt;br /&gt;Stall A gestured to customers once they entered the stretch, loudly offering them seats and introducing them to the drinks their fruit stall had. They promoted their stall and pestered customers to buy drinks from them once they stepped into the stretch. &lt;br /&gt;Stall B's shopkeepers calmly gestured behind the fuss that the other stall was making, politely approaching the customers who were unimpressed by Stall A's advertising strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their actions did not go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some customers, irritated by Stall A's behaviour, brushed them aside. &lt;br /&gt;Some felt bad and bought a drink from them out of courtesy. &lt;br /&gt;All the Others visited Stall B, the stall that quietly gestured behind the commotion, the stall that respected and appreciated a comsumers right of choice. Gently urging on, not grappling with an individuals perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stall A was indeed, too fast, too furious.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the ideal situation, a complete victory, immediate results.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it resulted in repel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signboards are there to tell others you exist.&lt;br /&gt;Its okay if you play soft music behind the signboard to interest others, but putting a live choir behind that same signboard may cause others to run far far away.&lt;br /&gt;It might be too loud and striking for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taking it slower might be a better choice :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'GUESS THE SKETCH, FTW!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV7_zbrtVVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/9EF8pbkom1E/s1600-h/plankton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV7_zbrtVVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/9EF8pbkom1E/s320/plankton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286944271649035602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Is there any way I can get out of doing homework?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5525616247328746182?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5525616247328746182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5525616247328746182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-there-any-way-i-can-get-out-of-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV7_zbrtVVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/9EF8pbkom1E/s72-c/plankton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5474294224412057730</id><published>2009-01-02T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:08:09.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today will be spent with floppy diskettes.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll make them into something after i look through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2nkVCTRvI/AAAAAAAAA60/uJfI2ejBECc/s1600-h/Floppy+Diskettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2nkVCTRvI/AAAAAAAAA60/uJfI2ejBECc/s320/Floppy+Diskettes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286565780166756082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a sculpture or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2oCXsAAHI/AAAAAAAAA68/41AgAbys58Y/s1600-h/disk-comb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2oCXsAAHI/AAAAAAAAA68/41AgAbys58Y/s320/disk-comb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286566296274600050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2qeSdH4FI/AAAAAAAAA7U/fWaFv5nTq7g/s1600-h/il_430xN.50989068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2qeSdH4FI/AAAAAAAAA7U/fWaFv5nTq7g/s320/il_430xN.50989068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286568974929616978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2qeI_XNxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/5f8ngB5MMkk/s1600-h/floppy_disc_car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2qeI_XNxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/5f8ngB5MMkk/s320/floppy_disc_car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286568972388874002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2pH0B_SfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/pMcMpuzLbg4/s1600-h/FYNK5ZRPR5ERIE2PSN.MEDIUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2pH0B_SfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/pMcMpuzLbg4/s320/FYNK5ZRPR5ERIE2PSN.MEDIUM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286567489293994482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just got interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 my knee doesnt hurt that much anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5474294224412057730?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5474294224412057730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5474294224412057730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-will-be-spent-with-floppy.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SV2nkVCTRvI/AAAAAAAAA60/uJfI2ejBECc/s72-c/Floppy+Diskettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-4050466598739280147</id><published>2009-01-01T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:57:07.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe in resolutions, though i rarely keep mine.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to write a poem about someone, but i guess i really have no inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll know how i feel even if i dont express it in words (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would i have imagined how my year would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For PAE, i was happy to get into CJ (20 points and in CJ is Godly okay) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I thanked God, I really didnt wanna be stuck in PJC alone, plus its so far and stuff! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Piehouse was there, so there was no need to fear about anything cause i felt really at home and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyUL46RAcI/AAAAAAAAA4U/1KshF3Y2_tE/s1600-h/1_875178307l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyUL46RAcI/AAAAAAAAA4U/1KshF3Y2_tE/s320/1_875178307l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286262994602361282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there were my churchfriends and IG 23 friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyS8co9dII/AAAAAAAAA4E/M5_GQt-OA6A/s1600-h/1_389602342l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyS8co9dII/AAAAAAAAA4E/M5_GQt-OA6A/s320/1_389602342l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286261629803918466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyS0S2iR-I/AAAAAAAAA38/d2pSkHmDi0w/s1600-h/1_928406780l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyS0S2iR-I/AAAAAAAAA38/d2pSkHmDi0w/s320/1_928406780l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286261489737549794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely came to school during PAE. &lt;br /&gt;It was all fun and games for me cause i truely never intended to stay in CJ :D &lt;br /&gt;Its normal if i walked into school at 12, and left by 1.&lt;br /&gt;I still made very good friends though (: Vanna, Xueqi and Chrislyn. &lt;br /&gt;They entertained me and i felt really happy to have found them as friends (: &lt;br /&gt;Glad we're still pretty good friends now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyRlbN_PLI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Uc2tff3aRuU/s1600-h/1_301258113l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyRlbN_PLI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Uc2tff3aRuU/s320/1_301258113l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286260134773734578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAE 1T03 was quite great too, if not for the horrible attendance. Got to know other people abit here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But it had to end, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVySVsj_4rI/AAAAAAAAA3s/eetfKB4jWjE/s1600-h/1_920717743l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVySVsj_4rI/AAAAAAAAA3s/eetfKB4jWjE/s320/1_920717743l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286260964063175346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O LEVEL RESULTS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got 12 for my O levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I thanked God again, it was my first time getting under 20 for my L1R5 since Sec 3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously my first reaction was 'WTH' Then a second later. 'OMG YES SA!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shit, i got into CJ -.-&lt;br /&gt;Really Shit you know, i screamed vulgarities when i got the posting message. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so horrible, that i only attended the 1st day of Orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Was a horrible dance partner to Hansel I guess, wasn't in the mood for talking, let alone DANCING -.-&lt;br /&gt;i ponned the rest of the orientation, got into trouble with Tanjeksuan on the 1st day of proper school. &lt;br /&gt;But i got myself out of trouble, cause im Annabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat next to Trini cause it was the only empty seat that wasnt in front, then Renu came a day late and sat beside me so yupyup. &lt;br /&gt;But by then i already decided to be friendly and make friends, as ALMOST ALL my PAE comfort and friends left ): And i dont exactly like being antisocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyZ7MYB2uI/AAAAAAAAA5k/F6R4Nicmw-U/s1600-h/n778923592_891850_5155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyZ7MYB2uI/AAAAAAAAA5k/F6R4Nicmw-U/s320/n778923592_891850_5155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286269304839461602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyZ61OFheI/AAAAAAAAA5c/92nNe1VSmUU/s1600-h/n530874902_1552160_7844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyZ61OFheI/AAAAAAAAA5c/92nNe1VSmUU/s320/n530874902_1552160_7844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286269298623743458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyaWXnsGEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Oza_JzBJk7A/s1600-h/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyaWXnsGEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Oza_JzBJk7A/s320/awesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286269771714402370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyc4dLXGsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/DklveYWkLcM/s1600-h/n778923592_891866_117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyc4dLXGsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/DklveYWkLcM/s320/n778923592_891866_117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286272556345006786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I thank God for good friends and wonderful memories (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ was the way after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here's the events of year 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs project!&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Ubin, Cycling, getting chased by dogs, Unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyXT8HeaoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/F5ERB0Ux2vs/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyXT8HeaoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/F5ERB0Ux2vs/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286266431436909186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge!&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more.&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe i deserved to go for it. Tons of people put in more effort than me, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I thanked God again for this opportunity anyway. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyXm6_rl_I/AAAAAAAAA4k/mjk5uriZd74/s1600-h/RC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyXm6_rl_I/AAAAAAAAA4k/mjk5uriZd74/s320/RC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286266757553297394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyXzak_ooI/AAAAAAAAA4s/SEB4hIb8dKA/s1600-h/IMG_5893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyXzak_ooI/AAAAAAAAA4s/SEB4hIb8dKA/s320/IMG_5893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286266972189729410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyY7NWdVMI/AAAAAAAAA48/MCtZyEoIXJs/s1600-h/n554328404_1092644_5895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyY7NWdVMI/AAAAAAAAA48/MCtZyEoIXJs/s320/n554328404_1092644_5895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286268205589681346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.r.i.e.n.d.s &lt;3 (okay this is probably the only pic where all of us are there only (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyYnbIz-7I/AAAAAAAAA40/L3UueWRcea8/s1600-h/28112008177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyYnbIz-7I/AAAAAAAAA40/L3UueWRcea8/s320/28112008177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286267865693158322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batam OCIP (sorry other pics are MIA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyZFILuybI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cRl7dY36YcI/s1600-h/n743856042_2245136_3574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyZFILuybI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cRl7dY36YcI/s320/n743856042_2245136_3574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286268376001202610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyeG5kakmI/AAAAAAAAA6M/5GHOCWaLLNI/s1600-h/n743856042_2245179_7953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyeG5kakmI/AAAAAAAAA6M/5GHOCWaLLNI/s320/n743856042_2245179_7953.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286273903996080738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piehouse Chalet! (more pics in previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyZcKRJ4wI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3SLFTd79JRA/s1600-h/picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyZcKRJ4wI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3SLFTd79JRA/s320/picture+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286268771697812226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably all that i can remember. F.r.i.e.n.d.s outings, failed class outings (eg night cycling that ended with only friends going), class outings, piehouse outings, Kuching/ Church outings, night studying, trying to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Going back to school for guides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVybNKUZxSI/AAAAAAAAA50/YefyOSCb4dE/s1600-h/1_187838953l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVybNKUZxSI/AAAAAAAAA50/YefyOSCb4dE/s320/1_187838953l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286270713036653858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family on Singapore flyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVycD6pqwpI/AAAAAAAAA58/m67r4knkHAM/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVycD6pqwpI/AAAAAAAAA58/m67r4knkHAM/s320/peace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286271653723685522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball (: &lt;3 - I cant locate the picture :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW GROUP, i think we spent alot of time together. &lt;br /&gt;And no matter how horrible/nice/fun/stressful the time we spent together was, it was really fufilling at the end &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i would have gotten through the year without God, Elo, F.r.i.e.n.d.s, and Piehouse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaaahhhh and.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum &lt;3 - yup thats my gay girly blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyeYT2ma5I/AAAAAAAAA6U/EXYvUBxz2wI/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyeYT2ma5I/AAAAAAAAA6U/EXYvUBxz2wI/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286274203109452690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i was truely blessed in the year 2008, and I thank God for every single part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a happy 2009! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i should get started with homework soon. Alcohol is numming my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-4050466598739280147?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4050466598739280147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/4050466598739280147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-2008-hello-2009-never-would-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVyUL46RAcI/AAAAAAAAA4U/1KshF3Y2_tE/s72-c/1_875178307l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-1746722384193962796</id><published>2008-12-31T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:03:57.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched twilight! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot of the story is really cliche, the long conversations almost put me to sleep .. But Robert Pattinson (EDWARD CULLENS, in case many of you dont register) saved the show. Stunningly good looks, nice coloured eyes (Kenny reminded me that they were fake cause i was raving about how good looking the guy was because of his eyes D:), and as a sucker for cheesy romance, i found the show pleasant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I do not want a Vampire boyfriend ( i dont, really), neither do i suddently declare my love for cedric diggory from Harry Potter just to be different. (Its the SAME actor btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVsy0xBH2WI/AAAAAAAAA3E/m58v05RYxfE/s1600-h/Twilight-410-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVsy0xBH2WI/AAAAAAAAA3E/m58v05RYxfE/s320/Twilight-410-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285874469742041442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doesn't this remind you of shutter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he was the actor in shutter.. that would have provided some nice eyecandy (:&lt;br /&gt;No No No, i did not just say that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna read the twilight books, so if anyone has them, you know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Okay Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at piehouse chalet for the past 3 days. It was great company and fun though everything was impromtu :D&lt;br /&gt;I guess the fun lies in the unplanned part of it, and the fact that we havent really seen much of each other since..... last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person changes in every picture okay (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVs31csPByI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_OsvRe3lwvM/s1600-h/picture+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVs31csPByI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_OsvRe3lwvM/s320/picture+192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285879979023730466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVs31L8mBgI/AAAAAAAAA3U/iVCu4YCletc/s1600-h/picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVs31L8mBgI/AAAAAAAAA3U/iVCu4YCletc/s320/picture+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285879974528943618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVs3077YzkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WflimuNDNZY/s1600-h/picture+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVs3077YzkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WflimuNDNZY/s320/picture+223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285879970228915778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like the 1st pic but elsa is in it so yea. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to play at the arcade, walked alot, cycled, ate, played cards, talked about random stuff, watched tv, caught a movie, and basically slacked around at the chalet. We went to the playground as well, but that was fun:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love piehouse, more than i can love any kind of pies in the world &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I dont really like pies to start with, but still,&lt;br /&gt;You guys should be touched.&lt;br /&gt;(if you're not then too bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punchline of the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;By ELO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Actually, im not really sure if i like guys'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL then we were all stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,&lt;br /&gt;Trini just messaged me and OMG i can't believe 1/3 of what she told me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I still remember our long talk after promos, everything seems so long ago but you really made me feel better about stuff although i was depressed and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I get random when i am depressed and disappointed, and abit whiny i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gtg to my family's steamboat dinner and countdown now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing the drinks, trying a new concortion of alcohol (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very smiley mode now,&lt;br /&gt;So happy counting down everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could spend it with you guys, but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;Family comes first this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-1746722384193962796?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1746722384193962796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/1746722384193962796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-watched-twilight-plot-of-story-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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/_D7fUOfGY6O8/SVsy0xBH2WI/AAAAAAAAA3E/m58v05RYxfE/s72-c/Twilight-410-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196722260048060492.post-5294341889581468706</id><published>2008-12-27T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:57:02.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someone's eyes when you are telling them how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st one! Because i get pretty shy and awkward sometimes :/ &lt;br /&gt;Especially if my feelings are very personal or if its regarding some sensitive issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY angry huh? At the sports carnival basketball match. When this dumb guy kept falling down when i just lightly pushed him, canoe girls who bumped you around and sprained my finger ):.. and Ivan's twin Ian Ang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. You are on a flight from honolulu to chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. you have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call my mum and say goodbye and to tell her that i love her. Oh then i'll ask her to tell all my friends (elo and trini will do, they can spread the message to all my close friends) and family, to give me a cool superman or epic funeral, and not to cremate me ): I think cremation is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. You are at the doctor's office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell my close friends and family only. I'll go bungee jumping, get a tatoo on my ankle, QUIT SCHOOL, have an outrageous hairstyle, drink till i get really wasted, party party, reflect alot and write reflections down, Visit church to pray that i wouldnt fear death, settle affairs with family and friends and spend time just chilling with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. You can have one of the following two things- Love or Trust. Which do you choose? Why?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust. There is no true love without trust, i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahhhh i'm super scared of dogs ): But a life outwrites every other thing. If thats my boss's attitude i can't stay in this kind of company that has no leeway for long. Its sooner or later that i get fired anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. You are unfaithful to your spouse/significant other. Do you tell him/her? Why or Why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, i really dont know. Either way it'll hurt us both bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more then just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you do/say?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you drunk?!' But i wouldnt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt. An hour wouldnt change anything, would make it harder to get over it after that. I like how things are settled now, why have a glimpse of what you have lost all over again? I'm sorry, I do miss you alot though ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I really like the person i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. Does love = sex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly, If we go by the defination that sex is making love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a friend, you love them or that you do not love them back?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in all its forms. I live to love and hopefully get some love back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them? Who were they to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I told weilin i loved her today :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Imagine- it is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG AT FIRST I WAS LIKE ELIJAH CAUSE HE'S BIG and i'll just hide in his shadow.&lt;br /&gt;I would wish elo was there to entertain me so that i wouldnt notice someone is walking outside my house ): &lt;br /&gt;I wish trini was there too so we can freak out together, and i'll laugh at her cause she'll be more freaked out than me and this will relieve alot of the tension (: &lt;br /&gt;Actually i wish all my close friends (cant name everyone right) would be there so i'll feel safe and protected :D (greedy, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or why not?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately if i knew how to. Its worth saving a life over anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. You are holding onto your grandmother's hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your reason for making the decision?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fucked up situation ): I'll jump down with both of them. &lt;br /&gt;I can't live with the guilt. Is there any way i can save both? Nooo i can't kill my own grandma! And neither can i take an innocent life ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22. Are you old fashioned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In values yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a selfless and honest world that is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;(you guys would be probably rolling your eyes, but yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the friends gang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an great sleepover last night :D&lt;br /&gt;Great food, games, company, forfeits in the lift and at random people's houses, horror movies, comedies, romantic movies, Exchanging presents, laughing at the pigs, toasting to the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim was carolling in the lift *tis a season to be jolly, then we were going falalalala-lalalala and laughing. This woman thought we were gonna rape her or something, she crossed her arms across her boobs and walked out of the lift ): The other group was worse, some person asked tim whether he was crazy :/ &lt;br /&gt;Tim's gonna be vastly remembered in his block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. This morning we camwhored in kenny's phone when he was bathing and trini was being SNUGGLY. Seriously you can do anything to trini in her sleep and she wouldnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt; for organising! Thanks for letting trini and me have your bed while you slept on the cold hard floor, for running in and out of the kitchen getting drinks for us, for cooking yr empress chicken, kailan, soba and ordering a ham, for delivering your christmas card personally to my house, for your nice present :D I seriously like that sweater, its perfect size and everything :D I still suck at the guitar gripmaster you lent me.&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trini&lt;/span&gt; for helping out with cooking, though i made your shepards pie bubble over and i'm really bad at cooking so everything is like the same to me, for letting me steal your bolster halfway through the night, for yr perlinsilver chain with a nice heart. i love you girlfriend :D (REALISED YOU WOULDNT BE READING THIS..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt; for your nice CD. I'm listening to it now and its really nice! Especially the acoustic songs (: Honestly i had no idea what to get you either. Especially For spoiling Shutter for us so it wouldnt be that scary :D , and talking to me even though i was a first grade piggy :P We're anti-subway so its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nette&lt;/span&gt; for your nice long letter with reflective ink, and for giving me one of your nice cards. I really appreciate it. You're the first one to visit my house you know (: Cheers to looking out for each others butts! Though you keep teasing me and kenny -.- Not funny okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; Wow you're my secret santa! Thanks for your book,i should start reading lord of the rings, and the book should get me well started (: Swapping numbers in Remy's phone was fun though we got discovered -.-. Thanks for sharing your opera moment :D&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt; the most pervy guy of all. For your joint girls present of a calender with half naked guys. I can't believe im thanking you for it :/ For trying to bully me yesterday when i was a pig, and consistantly trying to get us to talk to you when you were one, it was great fun :D,i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piehouse chalet tomorrow (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196722260048060492-5294341889581468706?l=smashed--bones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5294341889581468706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196722260048060492/posts/default/5294341889581468706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashed--bones.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Annabelle : D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07651269585847113512</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></entry></feed>
