<?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-9187304694366947734</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:03:18.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's knocking on my door?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-1661285020779148864</id><published>2009-05-10T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:12:59.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new start. Yet again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess the change in blogskin could represent my renewed attempt to blog. Now that I'm less busy and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SYF's finally over. Though it's definitely unsatisactory and slightly bitter, it makes me realise how going through so much practices together can help strengthen bonds you have with others even further. Even though the practices drains your energy and brain juice. I have no regrets playing in Harmonica Band. We may not be greatly respected nor highly prestigious but we are no different from the rest of the performing arts. We put in a whole lot of effort and passion into playing our instrument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think it's easy.. well, it's not. Go do something about your ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, went shopping with the girls yesterday! haha. It was super hard trying to get something that fits the group song. OMG. So fun. Kept teasing Xinyi and Yuling looks like her mom. haha. Makes me crave for another shopping trip! Walked so much until my toes felt like it was going to drop off. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that we're going to play as a group, I'm feeling a bit jittery playing in front of an audience.. cause usually, I get a sense of security playing with the band since I wont be fully exposed to the attention of the audience. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I dont get stage fright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got lots of stuff to do and I guess I'm gonna use the long weekend to catch up with my tutorials. There's another lit essay due! I cant believe it. I've barely recovered from the last 2 essays, and out pops another. Bleagh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm 18 and yet, I'm treated like I'm 14. It's stifling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-1661285020779148864?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1661285020779148864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=1661285020779148864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1661285020779148864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1661285020779148864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-new-start-yet-again.html' title='It&apos;s a new start. Yet again.'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-2775538374876609056</id><published>2009-04-26T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:42:22.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ON HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;HOPEFULLY TEMPORARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SYF's COOOOMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-2775538374876609056?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2775538374876609056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=2775538374876609056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2775538374876609056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2775538374876609056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-2037936948258644037</id><published>2009-03-26T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:06:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm having a freaking dilemma and there's no one to talk to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so much on my mind and I need an outlet. The people I want to talk to and rant to are busy, I just dont dare to go and disturb them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fears and worries are being bottled up. I feel like PMS-ing everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mind's tired and my physical isnt exactly in a very good state right now. Argh. Maybe I'm being paranoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is a huge headache and it feels so cloudy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Endure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just a question of how long more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-2037936948258644037?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2037936948258644037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=2037936948258644037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2037936948258644037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2037936948258644037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-292267348677248009</id><published>2009-02-28T20:39:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:47:02.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 42nd BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;28th February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Today's my mum's birthday! Amy, Xinyi, Yuling and Joel sang the birthday song for her after harmoc. haha. She was laughing and was super pleased. Then went to join my family after that for her birthday lunch at Seoul Garden. Wah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shiok, man. My grandmother paid for it. Yummy. Ate a lot! Quickly grabbed all the different kinds of meat. haha. I was so amazed that they had coffee chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fghgg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;YES. COFFEE CHICKEN. Normally, I avoid coffee... but it seems so weird that I just had to try it. hahaha. Tastes quite nice actually. A little sweet and the coffee scent isnt very strong. Something like the coffee candy. You know... Kopiko? The sweet in the black packet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, the dessert was NICE. Made my own ice-kacang with lots of gula melaka (brown sugar).. I usually eat ice-kacang with that sugar. Dont exactly fancy the other colours. But that's not my point. I wanted to make my own ice-kacang right? SO. I went to the ice shaving machine. Put the ice and everything already.... then I pressed the ON button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nothing happened. I checked the ice again. REREAD the instructions that they pasted on the machine. Everything is in order... But still cannot work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Then this cute malay waiter happened to walk pass. I was desperate for ice-kacang, so I asked, 'Erm. Excuse me, can you help me work this thing?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;He checked the ice. Pressed the ON button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;IT BLOODY WORKED! OMG. I was so embarrassed, it felt as though I didnt know how to press the ON button to get it to work. But it's ok. I got more ice from him. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway. Happy birthday to you, ibu! Must keep smiling so that you'll look younger in the future! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26th February 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Had physics SPA on that fateful day. Woke up later than my other wonderful classmates who take chem. And I woke up to lovely birthday messages.. Thank you to those who sent them! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The class bought a chocolate cake. I had no idea. At first there were only about 6 of us in the classroom... then suddenly everyone just started turning up. haha. We so pro, man. Actually ate the cake like 15 mins before our reporting time. hahaha. It was good though. Energy booster and mood lifter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;OH. I'll let the pictures do the talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837454829932898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/Sak6CwSm0WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9zS7bYKVPeQ/s200/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lijun, Felicia, Yuling, Guo Meng, Amy, Xinyi, Jocelyn, Me and the black forest cake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was only after they brought in the cake, that I realised they had been planning on how to bring it up. Cause they kept talking to each other on the phone in CHINESE (obviously on purpose) but I only heard Xinyi's side of the convo. When I asked, they scolded me for eavesdropping or simply ignored me. Wonderful people, man. haha. Joel got scolded for not cutting his slice from the center. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307836624077075218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/Sak5SZfsMxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jXkchTSEZBY/s200/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Junjek, Joel, Zhengjun, Me and Chanwei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Most of the guys were not there. They took very long just to gather for a picture. Tsktsk. Act shy. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307838261062578050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/Sak6xrvcr4I/AAAAAAAAALA/4n6snFeAP7E/s200/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LooLoo, Hanis and Joel preparing. While I stood waiting.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Looloo made me climb the stairs and made Joel bring his 3kg laptop to school for her slideshow..but in the end she didnt use his. haha. It was really sweet of her though. I loved it. Too bad it was raining heavily.. So, I couldnt hear the song that was played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837807038991058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/Sak6XQXyitI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xRy6yQONato/s200/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and LooLoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307839484983046530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/Sak747M08YI/AAAAAAAAALY/wuVCtWbUrSQ/s200/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Hanis and LooLoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307839069635101410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/Sak7gv6KQuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oBOGPl1noo0/s200/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Joel, my lit buddy! The asst lit rep and lit rep for 08S53.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;He gave me a birthday treat from the fruits stall! A generous slice of DRAGONFRUIT. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Dragonman showing me how to eat it with style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307850395425549234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SalFz_xBq7I/AAAAAAAAALg/2g_DaxhQW10/s200/P26-02-09_14.40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh please. Let me show you how it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307850879717766466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SalGQL5SdUI/AAAAAAAAALo/_iAQr1PBdLM/s200/P26-02-09_14.41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amy, Yuling, Xinyi and Joel then treated me to early dinner. Thank you very very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;always remember those who fed me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;It was simple yet memorable. The cards, the gifts, the hugs, the wishes, the food, the pictures and the warmth on a rainy day. A special shout out to everyone who made this birthday a really happy one. =D&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/9187304694366947734-292267348677248009?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/292267348677248009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=292267348677248009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/292267348677248009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/292267348677248009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-42nd-birthday.html' title='HAPPY 42nd BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><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/_ZafZcui8b3M/Sak6CwSm0WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9zS7bYKVPeQ/s72-c/P1010005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-8299060716073338959</id><published>2009-02-21T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:51:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MyPersonality.info Badge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://harmoc.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img height="140" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/13/132926.png" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did this test in the middle of the night yesterday. haha. So interesting. Quite accurate actually. Joel's so annoying.. Keep bugging me to post this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, since you helped me push in my chair during lit tutorial, I'll forgive you. I might even consider helping you be more gentlemanly. After all, it's good training for you (and me. haha.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admit it. It's a win-win situation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, I also did the eCareers profile thingy. hahaha. My possible career paths include kindergarten principal, actress, psychologist, scriptwriter movie director etc. But dont worry, if I do get to make my own movie starring big stars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'll get Johnny Depp's autograph for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Auditions are over. Was super nervous. Could actually feel my hands tremble. I dont feel like touching harmoc again till.... Monday. Not like I have a choice. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Saw LooLoo at Parkway. HAHAHA. So funny. But I bet she liked it lah, please. Then Amy came up with 'Eh. Marmar and Looloo. Become MarLoo!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh yeah. YuLing brought cookies on Friday and pretended that she baked it. haha. Of course she didnt lah. It looked so appetising. haha. Turned out to be the Julie's cookies. But what was memorable was how she actually bothered to take a picture of the halal sign that was on the Julie's tin. She was afraid that I wouldnt believe that the cookies were halal as she offered to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;It may seem trivial to you.. but that teeny-weeny simple act was very important to me. Really thoughtful of her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Furthermore, she saved us with her food ration exercise when we were cold and hungry. Our most vulnerable state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hmm. Maybe we should nominate her for vGems. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;P.S My sis interrupted my thoughts by saying, 'Eh, write about me on your blog. Say that I'm pretty.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNTIxODMxMjg*MyZwdD*xMjM1MjE4MzU5MDE1JnA9MTc5MDgxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1kMDY4MGYwNTJmYzg*YjRiYjJmNTQ*MmQ5MmFlYjU1YQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9187304694366947734-8299060716073338959?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8299060716073338959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=8299060716073338959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8299060716073338959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8299060716073338959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/mypersonalityinfo-badge.html' title='MyPersonality.info Badge'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-3993201185306106965</id><published>2009-02-15T14:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:12:53.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a wonderful DATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Went on a date with my darlings yesterday! Had harmoc in the morning then went off to Cedar for the fiesta thing. It was super crowded! Totally amazed to see lots of GUYS in Cedar. haha. Well, it WAS open to public (which explains the large amount of male species)... STILL it felt weird to be seeing them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So cool. Was a bit lost after entering the school gates.. but there they were! Standing and waiting for me in the hot sun. hahaha. Ah well. Nothing much to do at Cedar, mainly because it was DAMN crowded... so what we did was walked around and get ourselves sweaty. Shermaine Loo then decided to french-braid her hair but it turned out DISASTEROUS! hahahahahaha. Oh gosh. She paid 2 bucks for it, i think. Should've taken a pic of her 'unique' hairstyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lunch was at Plaza Singapura Swensen's instead of our traditional Pizza Hut dinner at Suntec.. cause this time many had other plans. haha. The service was also... unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;We came with lots of flowers then one of the staff (an uncle) offered to give treatment to our poor flowers, seeing how it was dying. haha. He went out of his way to cut the bottom of the stalks and placed the flowers in the ice-cream sundae glass filled with soda water. We felt so touched! haha. Requested for a pic of him and the flowers but he was shy.. and said, 'No lah. I'm so old.' haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cute huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ate and talked and walked around PS a bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then Zhi Yun came along! It was so good to see her. And Jason too. hahahahahha. Love cam-whoring with the 4I girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;This time though, it was at the Istana gates. So funny. We were all retardedly posing and the members of the public just gawked while they passed by us... I think the Istana guards also thought we were mad or something. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was fun, comfortable and I felt so loved. hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then Friday the 13th, the class was a bit chaotic. haha. Before Vday. We were all busy giving out stuff. Extra thanks to Xin Yi for the sexy baby bottle! I'm so using it, man. Well, even though I went shopping for it with you... haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;The guys in class were so nice. They gave all the girls a rose each! We really, really appreciate it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;The breaks were interesting too. They had little performances and song dedications. Kept singing along to it. And our class 'band' members (Joel and Jun Jek) sang along to Gifts and Curses with a few retarded actions thrown in... courtesy of Joel. haha. (You guys should come up with a band name, you know.) Ryan got a dedication from the girls as thanks for the roses. haha. The song was 'Bleeding Love'. Wow. Talk about being loved. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;So. This goes out to everyone! 08S53, harmoc people, 4i darlings and all those who made those little moments special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Thanks for the laughter, the hugs, the sincerity, your time and effort...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Everything. Love you! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;At Plaza Singapura&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302924636911450802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SZfF3HXGOrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pgDsRFNb2gQ/s200/P1000603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Outside the gates of the Istana. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302922686427765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SZfEFlPjHDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TXre2L2wqps/s200/P1000634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; H A P P Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302923817053737234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SZfFHZJyURI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xAstug-1qUk/s200/P1000633.JPG" border="0" /&gt; V D A Y !&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/9187304694366947734-3993201185306106965?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3993201185306106965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=3993201185306106965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3993201185306106965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3993201185306106965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-wonderful-date.html' title='It was a wonderful DATE'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><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/_ZafZcui8b3M/SZfF3HXGOrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pgDsRFNb2gQ/s72-c/P1000603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7854884780037080847</id><published>2009-01-20T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:11:05.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a deserving reward</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wwokp3tui3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wwokp3tui3g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="365" height="299"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A reward for completing my econs essay. Since I cant do my essay based on DBSK like TAY ZHI YUN... I shall console myself with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yoochun, Changmin, Jaejoong, Yunho and Junsu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sexy, baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, if only they could call out my name. hahahahahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7854884780037080847?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7854884780037080847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7854884780037080847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7854884780037080847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7854884780037080847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/01/deserving-reward.html' title='a deserving reward'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7492268550513907117</id><published>2009-01-07T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:45:44.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As the year 2008 passed by us, I thought of the times that I regretted the things I did. With each regret, I promised myself that I would do my best not to experience that same pang of sadness and that slow sinking feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I guess it's the way we move on in life and become preoccupied with the new day, that makes us forget. And when we forget, we repeat the same mistakes we promised not to make.  I hate that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet, it still happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Emotions and feelings can be beautiful. But dangerous, if you dont control them. My past regrets were sometimes born out of anger that led to rash actions, which I then became ashamed of. During those particular moments, I didnt think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Once I've calmed down, the words that kept creeping about in my thoughts are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only I had stopped to think, if only I had realised how difficult it had been for the others, if only I had thought of the consequences and repercussions of my actions.. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then there were regrets that were born out of selfishness. Several times I didnt realise that even the simplest actions such as forgetting, could worry someone or break their heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I feel guilty.  We do things we dont mean to, and then forget once we've been forgiven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That bump in the road, or that pain in the chest, or that fear, that little fight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's about 5 days till school starts. I'm going to try to be an even better person and see that first day as my new car on the road towards my goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone did say that to succeed, I've got to want it badly enough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'A person is only as strong as his weakest point'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7492268550513907117?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7492268550513907117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7492268550513907117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7492268550513907117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7492268550513907117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-makes-person.html' title='What makes a person?'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-5143109979855224842</id><published>2009-01-02T21:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:11:24.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about being adventurous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a way to celebrate the new year. The plan yesterday was to go to Changi Village to EAT BREAKFAST. Then take a nice walk along the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But.... we ended up going to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PULAU UBIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hahaha. I was just asking my mum whether we needed passports to get to pulau ubin. Somehow, the answer I got was, 'Dont need... Eh, let's go to pulau ubin lah!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, we took the little bumboats &lt;em&gt;(tickets cost $2.50 per person)&lt;/em&gt; and off we went onto our little impromtu adventure. Didnt know the old people in my family can be so adventurous. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;By old people, I mean... my grandmother, her 2 brothers and sisters-in-law. They got really excited and it infected us all that we started cam-whoring on the bumboats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286693127552277922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SV4bY7BAnaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8yFmb7hA1eg/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286693392708717074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SV4boWzOyhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LawSocrW054/s200/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286693757631489330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SV4b9mPmZTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4kQaPQKJFt0/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286694221699269378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SV4cYnB-wwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CSHXRP1eLtk/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The bumboats are damn fun and I got a super salty kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You feel the strong wind blowing in your pretty little face. Feels cold lah.. but after a while, you lick your lips and you get a taste of the salty sea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SEXXXXYY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hahaha. We walked, walked, walked. Looks like a totally different world. Like in Malaysia but without the fear of getting lost. Also tried to learn to weave ketupats, while walking. haha. I managed to make one! Lots of good ketupat leaves by the roads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286698332741618130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SV4gH522ydI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xOVMyJQviKc/s200/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Halfway through our adventure, it started raining. Luckily I was (somewhat) dressed for the occasion.. Armed with simply plastic bags, an umbrella and 'head gears', we all took a totally refreshing walk through the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Super, super cold. Brrrrr. Especially with the windy weather.. When it got too heavy to walk, we simply took shelter in someone's home. As the rain got lighter, we continued walking. So fun, I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286694659012027314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SV4cyEJd47I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1hqLOJI-5eI/s200/Image142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We didnt get to explore the whole island due to the rain, but my mum said we can go there next time! haha. I want to cycle around. Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;OHOH. Guess who I saw while at Pulau Ubin?!?!?!?!!??! OMG. He's really cute! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;COOKIE MONSTER. I'm serious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286692390967354610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SV4auDBepPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OOFeIdmzTn4/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-5143109979855224842?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5143109979855224842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=5143109979855224842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/5143109979855224842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/5143109979855224842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/01/talk-about-being-adventurous.html' title='Talk about being adventurous...'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><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/_ZafZcui8b3M/SV4bY7BAnaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8yFmb7hA1eg/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-1825937902079693545</id><published>2008-12-28T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:01:51.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4I DEAREST!!</title><content type='html'>The time is 1:20pm currently.. and I sort of just woke up. Before you people start thinking, 'Omg. You pig.' I slept at like 2++am yesterday. hahaha. So fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got family bbq. In Tampines. YEAH. OUTSIDE MY FLAT. AT THE CORRIDOR. Nah, no need to worry about the neighbour complaining... cause my aunt IS my neighbour. hahaha. So the usual stuff. EAT EAT and EAT somemore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was buttering the corn (a lot of corn, man.) then my sis decided to act a little retarded, she went: 'Omg. You're so corny!' hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I started thinking whether honey and corn would taste nice.. Oh, the cleverness of my sis, she went: 'Honey and corn? OMG. You're HORNY!! HAHAHAHA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? hahahaha. Too much sugared drinks already, I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been totally memorable! Duh. It's because of the 4i outing! On Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we've met and seriously, just thinking about these girls makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with them, I realised that I missed a WHOLE LOT of stuff back in Cedar. The things we came up with... Ok lah. Talking could be one of the simplest activity we came up with, but damn, it's also one of the best. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh. Took lots and lots of pics! Ate and went shopping.. I got this cute little ribbon hairclip with Zhi Yun! It's blue and so cute. I'm gonna wear it on monday! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left early though, but that short moment was still amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys loads &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-1825937902079693545?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1825937902079693545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=1825937902079693545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1825937902079693545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1825937902079693545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/4i-dearest.html' title='4I DEAREST!!'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-1001708995887833350</id><published>2008-12-13T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:30:50.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went 'overseas'!</title><content type='html'>It was a long journey. Woke up at 645am in order to catch the bus and later the mrt to reach our destination. (The sleepy and hungry people on the train: Me, my mum, dad, sis and bro.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO CITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend, mind you. But at 10am in the morning, there's already a huge crowd of people going to Vivo. But why we go so early? To watch movie, man. It has all to do with planning. First, we go catch the 1100am movie. By the time the movie ends, we can go to Sentosa! haha. Just nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, our real intention was to go to Sentosa. Overseas! haha. Eh, the Singapore sea is also sea ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was nice! We watched 'The Day the Earth Stood Still'. The part when the alien, Klaatu, was 'born' as a human on Earth was a quite cool. Like slowly pieces of placenta, acting as the alien's shield before it can adapt to life on Earth, fall off from his body... then in a few hours, from looking like a bald overgrown baby.. 'it' evolved into gorgeous Keanu Reeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to directors: Why cant all aliens look as good and yummy as him? Ok lah. I admit, cannot always get him to play the alien right? Just try to get someone who looks sharp and totally attractive in a suit. hahaha. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is good, I think. But I just feel that the way Klaatu reached the decision to not destroy Earth was a bit... too easy. He seemed like a very steadfast person. So when he changed his mind because of one incident is too easy. It would be more believable if it was a series of incidents.. Ah well. I liked the movie anyway. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to Sentosa... and rode the Luge! OMG. So fun. It drizzled for a while. But that just cooled the hot weather a bit. The Luge is like half taboggan and half go-kart. So, we ride the Luge down the hill. Me and my sis was speeding all the way! hahaha. We also had our eyes out for eyecandies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. There's this huge group of Japanese students too. My sis went into a sort of a mild hyperventilative state everytime the Jap guys walk pass. Unbelievable. haha. Then we took the tram ride around Siloso Beach and there was this really really cute photographer. hahaha. Me and my sis couldnt stop smiling. He was friendly to the little girl he was sitting with and he looked really cute when he smiled. So we sort of smiled to ourselves too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. Enough gushing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad totally cam-whored lah. haha. He was like,'eh, wait. Take photo.' Then walk a bit... 'go and stand there. got nice view' ... turn a corner... 'come and take photo with me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. So funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk so much then thirsty...so I bought the Giant Slurpee. Dont ever let me hold the Slurpee for you, if you dont want me to drink like 3/4 of it. I simply couldnt stop drinking! We were on the tram and I was supposed to share with my sis. But I was the one holding it. So, all the way....I kept drinking and drinking. Wah. Super bloated after that. haha. We also saw lots and lots of people setting up the place for the ZoukOut at Siloso Beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Sentosa this afternoon was like a 'feast for the eyes'. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? We appreaciate beauty lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-1001708995887833350?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1001708995887833350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=1001708995887833350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1001708995887833350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1001708995887833350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-overseas.html' title='Went &apos;overseas&apos;!'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-3983310402065289588</id><published>2008-12-02T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:24:17.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant rant rant</title><content type='html'>Finally felt awake enough to post. haha. And I'm serious about wanting to hibernate. Just waiting for a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday harmoc was pressurising can.. We were having sectionals then sexy mr tang, the conductor (he just cut his hair!), had to come and sit next to me! OMG. Stresssss. hahaha. But I think I wasnt too bad. At least still can aim the holes properly. (Let me comfort myself lah.) hahaha. Then, Joel just kept annoying people and I felt like stepping onto his bacteria infected toe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. The christmas songs still need practise! Ugh. Got commserve on Saturday...then the carolling.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, playing harmoc never fails to make us feel hungry.. so, after harmoc we went to eat lunch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! Damn nice. haha. The class lunch buffet is super cool can.. we can choose what we want. Duh. 'Buffet' right? ahahaha. Quite cheap somemore. Got fries, got drink, then got burgers... haha. Joel's was supposedly double stacked. But somehow Xinyi's was a lot bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the dessert was like the best part!! ICE-CREAM! haha. Thanks to Joel.. It was comparable to Swensen's Earthquake. Our's got no smoke but it kept shaking a lot. haha. AND THE FLAVOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMYUM! One that deserves special mention: The GREEN TEA that Xinyi chose was SUPER UNIQUE. The flavour was damn strong, and we couldnt help but eat it all. Especially Joel, I think he went temporarily crazy that he took a HUGE portion of the GREEN TEA. hahaha. But it's ok.. he let us eat more of the cookies &amp; cream flavour. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, I tell you. Then Dong Ying came to crash our party! haha. She started attacking the cookies &amp; cream flavoured ice-cream too! Joel was so mean, she kept trying to reach for the ice-cream and even tip-toeing... and he conveniently didnt notice. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have more 'class buffets'. Joel's pants should be quite holey by now. haha. We kept laughing while eating our special dessert(courtesy of Joel) that some people were staring at us. Tsktsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that they were just jealous of our amazing 'class bonding' session. haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I went to meet my dad at Orchard Rd to go walk walk and see see. Took the bus and got lost! haha. Well, more specifically...I alighted at the wrong stop. So interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost is fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got no stamina for shopping, man. He kept asking whether I was tired and if we should sit somewhere. hahaha. Subtle hint that he was the tired one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and my sis had DVD marathon yesterday too. Wow. Slept at 1:15 am. hahaha. Record breaking! My sis probably wouldnt sleep if I didnt tell her to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall attempt to start doing my maths assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-3983310402065289588?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3983310402065289588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=3983310402065289588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3983310402065289588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3983310402065289588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/rant-rant-rant.html' title='rant rant rant'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4175766592743888802</id><published>2008-11-30T21:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:51:50.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. I'm tired. haha. I realise that my previous rants were mostly filled with 'I'm tired' or 'I'm bored'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. Anyway, doesnt matter. Been preparing for my cousin's (my cousin's the groom) wedding on Saturday and Sunday. So fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday was the solemnisation ceremony and the exchange of gifts at the bride's place. Lots of wonderful stuff! haha. My sister and I fell in love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the helmet. haha. Shall let the pics do the talking. Warning: This is going to be quite a loooonnngggg post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKXLeDUzqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0sC30YhxG10/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274444336905637538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKXLeDUzqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0sC30YhxG10/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check them out! Lots of cake too! Got 4! One of them has a picture of the couple on it. Looks so cute, it'd be a waste to eat it. haha. We were all squeezed in the room and I took a good spot! Right next to the fruit cake. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the helmet, ppl! Oh yeah. Not only the helmet, but the bride's side gave him a BIKE too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only saw it this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovely. The pic will come later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKYrALY96I/AAAAAAAAAH4/LR2EDGfZ47k/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274445978153842594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKYrALY96I/AAAAAAAAAH4/LR2EDGfZ47k/s200/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. Good spot right? Then on the trays got lovely white roses... which I took. But only one! To pose pose a bit. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But later...once we got back to the groom's place, my sis and I quickly took 2 white roses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKZqupDYXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YZv0oWFmAhc/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274447072958046578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKZqupDYXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YZv0oWFmAhc/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. The white rose. Lots of space, cause they all got up to see the arrival of the guy who solemnises the couple's marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKamu5NnoI/AAAAAAAAAII/3BzYzPM8i1Q/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274448103817977474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKamu5NnoI/AAAAAAAAAII/3BzYzPM8i1Q/s200/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The helmet and yummy cupcakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bride's relatives are very nice and funny. We were leaving..and initially, I was carrying the fruit cake. Then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of them said: Eh, you want to carry the cake or the glamourous trays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sis and I: The glamourous ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of them: haha. Ok. Good. Then let the guys carry the cakes. They're heavier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, my sis grabbed the tray which was holding the helmet, while I took the one holding the expensive watch. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKcY3jwbKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I8TRIz-uneQ/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274450064648989858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKcY3jwbKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I8TRIz-uneQ/s200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally back at the groom's place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the white roses we took, and my mom attempted to save them... with water-soaked tissue and then TIGHTLY wrapping the bottom with plastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. It was so tightly wrapped that my sis was afraid that it would suffocate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, Sunday. The celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At about 1pm, the groom and most of us went over to the bride's place to go and fetch her. The wedding dias is pretty! The theme is red and white. The groom's side wedding dias is different. The theme is gold and white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the bride's rep and the groom's rep had the negotiation and bargaining for the 'payment' before he can actually see his bride. The 'mak andam' (the lady taking care of the bride's makeup and image) covered her face with the fan. hahaha. So cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG. It rained. But luckily not so bad lah. Got transport and since it's at the void deck, they had shelter all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKf_3wQX1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/jDUbQpENXkw/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274454033251196754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKf_3wQX1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/jDUbQpENXkw/s200/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The escorts. The kuda kepang and the kompang and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girl right in front is quite pro. She did the silat with another girl later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh. OMG. This is so weird. I'm really tired. And I'm going to continue ranting tmr. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4175766592743888802?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4175766592743888802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4175766592743888802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4175766592743888802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4175766592743888802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-weekend.html' title='An amazing weekend.'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><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/_ZafZcui8b3M/STKXLeDUzqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0sC30YhxG10/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7317774679738250125</id><published>2008-11-27T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:47:39.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my holidays so far...</title><content type='html'>Seems like Vaseline is going to be my new best friend.. REALLY EXHAUSTING today. Harmoc for 6 hours is.. just... WOW. Lips cracked, I think. Painful to smile and hurts when my lips are wet. Wheeeeee! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with carolling coming up.. then got the 'Countdown' pieces.. the SYF pieces.. and not forgetting the concert ones also... haha. So fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn tiring. Bleagh. Havent been sleeping well these few days too. Like I'm in two worlds at the same time. Feels as if I'm sleeping but I'm not sleeping also. So weird. Dont know how long this will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hibernate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia go away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date with Sarah and Muumuu was postponed.. haha. Never mind lah. Then still got the date with Looloo when she comes back... and the ice-creaming date with the 4i peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh. Headache's coming! Shoo. Dont bother me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha. Playing octave harmoc makes me feel a bit light-headed. Like got...alcohol. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got class buffet! Yummy. And Joel's ice-cream treat. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started on the maths holiday assignment.. and it's tormenting. Shall motivate myself to read the Lit books and the readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. Sounds so funny! Read the readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Did I mention that I feel like going to Sentosa?? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to Sentosa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My state of mind is amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7317774679738250125?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7317774679738250125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7317774679738250125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7317774679738250125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7317774679738250125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-out-my-holidays-so-far.html' title='Check out my holidays so far...'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-5283853653424383915</id><published>2008-11-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:51:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO YOU, SIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267969047704189410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SRuV8CApOeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rHLedS-PU3A/s200/P3150051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. Today's her graduation day too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, sis, you're always so weird and you love talking. A LOT. haha. O'levels are over, we're going shopping tomorrow, your prom's next week, and we'll be watching DBSK's concert DVD! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You irritate and annoy me but hey, you still bring lots of laughter and amusement. It's always weird not having you around. I dont say this often, but I love you a lot. Thanks for lovely memories as well as the sad ones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how I can share my thoughts with you without fear or restrictions. Enjoy your special day! Bet you wont forget it. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now. Oh. By the way, you're not fat. Just.... chubby. hahaha.&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/9187304694366947734-5283853653424383915?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5283853653424383915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=5283853653424383915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/5283853653424383915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/5283853653424383915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><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/_ZafZcui8b3M/SRuV8CApOeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rHLedS-PU3A/s72-c/P3150051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4204796807751165230</id><published>2008-11-05T14:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:17:15.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drift off into a sweet sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1-Y6HqHqy8&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="365" height="299" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song is called 'River Flows in You' and composed by korean pianist, Yi Ru Ma. The words that go with the song were taken from the text, 'Twilight' by Stephanie Meyer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad this song isnt going to be in the official soundtrack for the movie, 'Twilight'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Real pity, cause it's really beautiful. The pianist is wow and quite cute, I must add. His other compositions are also quite amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder when the movie's coming to Singapore... If you must know, my favourite is the first book. The rest is all downhill from there, as Bella becomes a bit more unbearable. haha. But, Edward is still as dreamy as ever. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4204796807751165230?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4204796807751165230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4204796807751165230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4204796807751165230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4204796807751165230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/drift-off-into-sweet-sleep.html' title='drift off into a sweet sleep..'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7668694448039250447</id><published>2008-11-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:57:40.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy....slacking</title><content type='html'>Gosh. Seriously. If I dont stop slacking, I'm gonna end up looking like a potato. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch potato, to be exact. Looloo woke me up from my wonderful slumber this morning. haha. Cause of my pao pao cha. Bubble tea, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, dear. I shall be expecting compensation though! haha. Hope you enjoyed the bubble tea. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I've been doing is sleep and watch tv. Shopping will have to wait cause my sis's having her O's and thus, I cant play badminton with her either. I'm bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are having their OP, so guess any outing will have to wait. Harmoc practice will be starting next week... At least I'll have something to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an ice-cream outing or something. I want to shop for clothes and books tooooooo. It's been AGES since I've stepped into a bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookstores are my mom's phobia. She tries to avoid it as much as she can. haha. Cause we always end up spending a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Sentosa too. But dont know what to do there... Just feel like going, that's all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, CHAILI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourself and hope the cake's not oily! haha. See you soon! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7668694448039250447?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7668694448039250447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7668694448039250447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7668694448039250447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7668694448039250447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/busyslacking.html' title='busy....slacking'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-6691939592013879136</id><published>2008-10-31T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:22:38.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP. EJECT MEMORY.</title><content type='html'>I'm glad to say that OP is finally over, and soon PW will come to a close. The sudden lack of activities will take a while to get used to... but I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome any opportunities to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today I'm simply filled with misery. Sure, OP's over. But the horrible scene just keeps playing again and again in my head. Subconsciously. Consciously. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concluding statement and my QnA. Their question stunned me and I had difficulties answering. Took me very long. haiz. Just know that there was not much noise coming from me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really horrible. Bad feeling inside. In a desperate attempt to cheer myself up, I bought a gel eyemask. It's purple and smelled of lavender. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then even rented DVDs to distract my thoughts away from PW for awhile before I start on I&amp;amp;R. It worked. Well, for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing 2: Havana Nights was SEXY AND HOT. wow. Forget about Step Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, I'm back to that disturbing thought. So, I drowned myself in music, put on my eyemask and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn nice. However, the moment I woke up... my thoughts will somehow stray back to that horrible moment. I hope I get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say though, I'm not the only one feeling terrible. Accepting the horror and trying to breathe again takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please brain, dont take too long. I still want to live normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PW sucks. But I'm sort of glad we had it. Not the torturous manual labour and the mass murder of brain cells... instead the time spent together was quite memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful opportunity to get to know others better. It was good. I discovered a lots of hidden treasures along the way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for PW, I probably wouldnt have known how amazing my group members are, how selfless some people are, and simply how supportive the class is towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's not 4I, but hey, it's 08S53. There's no replacement for either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better already. PW is just a freaking study module that most of us have no use for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to those who have yet to have their OP. Gambatte! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-6691939592013879136?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6691939592013879136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=6691939592013879136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/6691939592013879136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/6691939592013879136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-eject-memory.html' title='STOP. EJECT MEMORY.'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-3363698130981761100</id><published>2008-10-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:34:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pao pao cha</title><content type='html'>Bought bubble tea from shermaine loo! see? i'm so nice. Havent got it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sort of 'requested' for free delivery personally from her. hahaha. I got her a customer also ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. It's Chai Li. Still... a valuable customer, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Nicole in school today. Wah. Sore throat again. AND still want to eat fried and spicy food! Naughty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with Joel just now. He needed help lah. So cheapo! hahaha. The budget guy. haiz. Really not helpful having guys around when you go shopping.... that's an advice, my dear. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought all hope was lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met SAFIAH!!! In one of the stores in Tampines Mall. hahaha. OMG. LOVELY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got attachment, man. Not bad ah... haha. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That's it for now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must go and meet up already. I feel a bit detached.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-3363698130981761100?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3363698130981761100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=3363698130981761100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3363698130981761100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3363698130981761100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/10/pao-pao-cha.html' title='pao pao cha'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7454458829751665062</id><published>2008-10-16T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:07:15.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TICK-TOCK</title><content type='html'>Now that the WR has been safely and successfully handed in...I feel sooooo much happier! A whole year's worth of work finally out of my hands, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fates were sealed, the moment all of us signed on the WR Cover Page. Wow. It's a huge load off my mind. Now, we have to think about OP. Presentations are not exactly my area of expertise and I do have my reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives me the shivers everytime I think about speaking in front of an audience... A bit weird huh? Considering I've performed on stage countless times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, these few days made me feel as though I've been out of touch with civilisation. PW isolated me from the real world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exaggeration, maybe. But after all this rubbish is over, it'll be time to spend lots and lots of quality time with REAL, COLOURFUL PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sorry, computer. Didnt mean to tell it to your face, but it's not me. IT'S YOU. You're sooo......plastic. It annoys me. I hate WordDocument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let's just tolerate each other for now alright? Just till the day comes when I wont have to be so dependent on your intelligence and brilliance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After PW, the next time I use you, will only be for msn and emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss talking and going nuts! Especially with the 4Igniters. Msn is convenient and perhaps the next best alternative, but it can never beat meeting up and talking face-to-face with the wonderful people you know. Gosh. Love them to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back the promos result slip tmr, I think. Havent even seen my 'Great Gatsby' essay! Is it that hard to mark lit essays?!?!?! It's been 2 freaking weeks! I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. Talk about efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go read through WR. AGAIN (cause i have already forgotten it's contents. muahahaha), to see what needs to go into the OP slides. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing PW should be considered a crime and a liability to our health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S Sometimes, coming to school and seeing certain people is enough to put a smile on my face. Gives me a sort of assurance that I havent lost myself =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7454458829751665062?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7454458829751665062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7454458829751665062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7454458829751665062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7454458829751665062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/10/tick-tock.html' title='TICK-TOCK'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-229540058589079761</id><published>2008-10-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:23:00.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally done with the draft for the final WR! Hopefully, it'll be ok and of acceptable standard.. I cant stand anymore late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or early, in this case. Slept at 2 to 3++ am for the past 2 days. wow. i actually managed to stay awake and think, when i'm supposed to be sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness, i wasnt alone. =) you guys who'll be staying up really, really late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia you! it's not easy... but it'll all be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go physics lect. then had fire drill!! hahaha. we assembled at the field but the SCORCHING sun made it feel as though we were caught in the fire itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we roasted and underwent thermal expansion, man. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junren got scolded by the librarian. poor him. he was a bit stressed at the thought of using the printer. haha. then, jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played bball!! xinyi was supposed to join us. but unfortunately, she had to do pw. super tiring! but it was fun exhorting joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. the guys are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the octave practise with xinyi was quite productive, we managed to spot middle C and played happy birthday! despite not really knowing how it's supposed to sound like, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after basketball, was walking we sarah came along. we went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. she took advantage of me. i was unwillingly violated!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;that's it for today. i'm soooooo tired. i'm actually nodding off in front of the computer. must go sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TO ZHIYUN!!!!!! Love you, my dear &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-229540058589079761?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/229540058589079761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=229540058589079761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/229540058589079761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/229540058589079761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-done-with-draft-for-final-wr.html' title=''/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7879427420328234693</id><published>2008-10-03T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:10:49.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday gone..</title><content type='html'>Whatever happened to the supposed FIVE-DAY-WORK-WEEK??? Tomorrow is VJ's open house and... it'll end at like ABOUT 3pm. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. At least got something to do on Saturday now. I'm mostly looking forward to the performances and the goodies!! haha. Super glad that I wont have to wake up veeeerrrryyyy early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly have the urge to watch the Harry Potter movies, just to look at Rupert Grint. hahahaha. Still want to watch Edward Scissorshand, but i have NO IDEA where to get the CD. It's like a 1991 movie..Johnny Depp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Randomly decided to watch Fantastic 4 with my sis yesterday. After the show, I was eating lontong and she was on the sofa in her own 15-year-old little world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had this little RUBBER lizard. She was pulling its tiny rubbery legs...so, pull and pull and pull, then suddenly she said 'This is Lizard Fantastic.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OMG. I almost choked on my lontong lah. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same fateful night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost time to sleep, but I was still playing with my bro(by the way, he LOVES eating chicken wings in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT). So, I was poking and poking him and asking, 'what's this? fats? what's this? what's this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again. Apparently he got annoyed that he said, 'Can you stop poking me? Wait I BURST how?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Gosh. Is THAT how a 6-year-old thinks??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I am CONVINCED that it's in the genes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the floor, playing harmoc. I sat too long, so my feet suddenly had the pins and needles feeling. But I told my mom that it was more like ants biting.. my father happened to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH. YES. BOTH of them said, 'Really? Take Sheltox lah. Then spray. Got ants what. hahaha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. No wonder they're married to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. As for my grandmother...I'll relate another time. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7879427420328234693?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7879427420328234693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7879427420328234693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7879427420328234693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7879427420328234693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-saturday-gone.html' title='Another Saturday gone..'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-3369917402059943501</id><published>2008-09-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:48:50.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new beginning</title><content type='html'>PROMOS ARE OVER. But that somehow doesnt make me feel any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog skin! haha. Apparently. Took me a loooooong time. As some of you know...me and technology arent exactly good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some links are missing. I forgot to save them, so had to 'steal' them from mostly sarah's and looloo's blog. muahahaha. I rock. Must remember to save them next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if you see your name missing... just leave a tag! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's left is PW and i'm so not looking forward to the oral presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARI RAYA is on WEDNESDAY! which is also CHILDREN'S DAY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-3369917402059943501?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3369917402059943501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=3369917402059943501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3369917402059943501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3369917402059943501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-new-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s a new beginning'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-2821978238929068898</id><published>2008-09-17T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:58:08.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, tomorrow is the start of the first paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;General Paper. The determinant of our fates. I refuse to make the same mistakes during mid-year and again, I SIMPLY REFUSE to be intimidated and threatened by the conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall remember to keep a clear head and take deep comforting breaths. Suffice to say, DONT PANIC. It limits your thinking and I hate that. It should be free flow of thoughts, but when forced creativity happens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd feel dammed. And then damned.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna indulge in movie (more like dvd) marathons after the huge P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakespeare in Love: Joseph Fiennes+Gwyneth Paltrow (Waaaaaaaaaay better than Great Ex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet: Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Driving Lessons: Rupert Grint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ballet Shoes: Emma Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney Hercules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow White - A Tale of Terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's all do our best, and face this annoying, inflexible system in the pursuit of (regulated) knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tahan, man. Just think. After promos, there'll be PW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bet that's comforting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, need to practise the use of verbal irony (sarcasm) for Literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao. More later. Much later. Much, much later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-2821978238929068898?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2821978238929068898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=2821978238929068898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2821978238929068898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2821978238929068898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time.'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-3064087278964348454</id><published>2008-08-30T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:42:17.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the cyberwave...surfing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got terribly bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The video's called 'Cedar Dance Fusion'. In the old VS building's dance studio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNAyoAgvUFU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too bad it wasnt Zhiyun dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-3064087278964348454?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3064087278964348454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=3064087278964348454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3064087278964348454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/3064087278964348454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-cyberwavesurfing.html' title='On the cyberwave...surfing.'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-6275539336744093213</id><published>2008-08-29T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:11:43.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm losing it...Breathe. Breathe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up, blog!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldnt use my Internet and msn for a few days because my modem adapter was fried. (No idea what an adapter is) This tragedy made me believe that the TOTAL infusion of technology into our basic lifestyle will wipe out the human civilisation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you believe how troublesome and frustrating it is to use technology? Especially when you're not good at it. Like me. haha. Then when the system or computer DIES on you at the most crucial moments..... you just feel like smacking the damn thing. UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt so helpless cause I couldnt get anything done!!! Yucks. E-ass, WR, essay, email account etc. See? We should all remain as cavemen. Life would be so much simpler. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, finally. It's all better. OH YEAH. When I told Sarah and Chanwei bout my fried modem, both of them asked me the same thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Were you hungry? Why go and fry the thing?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAH. Thanks a lot lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, it's Teachers' Day!!! VJ celebrations ended at like 10:15 am. Goodness. Breakfast was a disaster can...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha. So funny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only like 8-9 people came to school. Our class table was like the quietest table in the canteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then went back to cedar with Shermaine Looloo, Nicole, Sarah, Sus, Anoosha, Adlin, Louise and Wan Ping. haha. Sus and I ate a packet of sugar each! The one I took from the class's order of coffee. hahahaha. She was super high after that. Squealing all over the place. hahaha. Man, I miss her old self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met the rest in Cedar! Esther, ZhiYun, Yiying, Syikin, Adel, Muu, Safiah.....wah. The list can go on forever. Lichu joined us later for lunch at PP MAC! For old times' sake. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole, sus and sarah tried to skip rope in public....but they couldnt skip properly! hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, we were at PP Mac at like 2++ pm. Then talked and talked and talked some more till like 6:30pm. hahaha. So fun!! I miss talking and laughing at everything. Played truth or dare. Syikin's dare is so funny!!! Did the food trail thingy and some people fell for it! Didnt see Zhiyun's and nicole's dare though.. We also kept teasing Syikin. ODAC head is a bimbo! MUAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. We took pictures with Ronald McDonald!!! That funny clown... the poor thing was standing alone by the road, waving to nobody. So.....we decided to free it from utter boredom. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was so easy talking to them. Then you just feel so relieved and free after that. It's like you can say anything and not worry because it will be kept safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's it for now. After promos, we'll do more updating and catching up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;STUDY HARD, my dears. We can do this!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-6275539336744093213?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6275539336744093213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=6275539336744093213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/6275539336744093213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/6275539336744093213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/cpr.html' title='CPR!!!'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7545428576874814134</id><published>2008-08-09T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:39:28.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singapore turns 43 this year. While my mom is already 41. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We shall be celebrating the nation's birthday today with.....food! Muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still have my grandmother's leftover donuts from yesterday and we'll be going to Ramen Ten later! Hopefully, all of us arent too lazy to go out. haha. So excited. Long time never go there already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attempting to start on EoM 2nd Draft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, my aunt just gave us a souvenir from Beijing! It's super cute! A compact mirror with a nice design on its cover. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Played badminton with my sister yesterday. She wanted to play volley too.... We did. For like 10 mins, then I gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts too much. Still feeling the effects of the sports marathon on WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unbelievable. haha. Not even that bad lah. Just sore. I'll survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7545428576874814134?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7545428576874814134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7545428576874814134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7545428576874814134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7545428576874814134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-8884983073476673044</id><published>2008-08-08T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:25:15.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080808</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Almost wanted to pon the celebrations today... but the MCS booth need help, so I decided to go anyway. The moment I reached school, I saw spots of red amongst the 'crowd' of victorians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SCs. And of course, non-SCs. haha. Wow. Wonderful turnout by our class can... 'Class' would also be an overstatement lah. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let's see: Me, Amy, Xinyi and Chanwei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Zhengjun, Guomeng and Subra are in SC, so not counted.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Attendance not taken. Maybe Mrs L ponned also. hahaha. The celebrations were okay, I guess. But still boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Grand Entrance' by Mr Chan on the jeep that's always parked near the stone tables. haha. Started waving like President. Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt; March in by flagbearers. Gordon and his girlfriend!! So cute lah. Both of them right in front. Thanks to the 'large' crowd, we can totally see everything that's happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After that everyone went to the hall for some concert.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I didnt go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chanwei said it was boring. He didnt even walk around! Later played basketball by himself. haha) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to help set up the booth. I've got a confession. I actually wanted to pretend that I was not needed at the booth and slip away quietly.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, Adilah saw me and so...I had to change into my baju kurung. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It wasnt so bad after all. Quite fun. Maybe because of the people who patronised our booth and played the traditional games. Not bad eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There were congkak, five stones, hopskotch and sepak takraw. When the concert ended, Xinyi and Amy came along!! haha. Competed against each other in congkak and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amy won! haha. Now, I owe her a milo. heh. Xinyi so cool! She can play five stones quite well. haha. Jasmine and Deborah also came! Wah. Deborah play so violent! She play five stones as if she was using it to throw at people, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flying all over the place!! haha. Bobby first played congkak with Adilah and lost! Then he played against me and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lost again!! hehe. Gonna claim milo from him on tuesday. Remind me. haha. I attempted to teach him how to play five stones... but he cant seem to coordinate. heh. Practise Bobby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Bobby, Adilah and I walked around to try out the different food on sale. haha. Ok lah. Didnt eat a lot. haha. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Too bad, Yuling!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then got nothing to do after the dancers had performed... so we played hopskotch! Coolios. Teachers also came over play. The Market Structure teacher also! She played congkak with Syazwani. Wah. She so excited. A lot of noise. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The day ended. Cleared up. Changed. Chanwei's basketball match against himself had also ended&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(His quote: 'The ball won, cause it kept going into the hoop.' haha. Funny.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh yeah. I managed to grab two balloons! hehehe. Red and white. Zhengjun refused to reserve some for me. So, after celebrations ended..I took them off the floor. hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMG. SAW MR P in VJ UNIFORM! hahaha. YOUR CHEM TUTOR LAH. So funny. Dont know for what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Supposed to play congkak with Sarah...but after hopskotch, she disappeared, dont know go where. Oh wells, next time then. She also sick! Got throat and ear infection =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel and Fathiyah have got the flu, I think. Hope all of them get well soon! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The start of Olympic Games Beijing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-8884983073476673044?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8884983073476673044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=8884983073476673044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8884983073476673044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8884983073476673044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='080808'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4644784736199241650</id><published>2008-08-05T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:22:53.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Ballads and Oldies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I was looking through my files on the computer and was deciding on what songs to play..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I like ballads mostly and songs with lyrics that actually makes sense.....unlike 'Buttons' by PCD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;haha. Most of the old songs and 'experienced' singers rock. haha.. Phil Collins, Brian McKnight, Michael Jackson, Lea Salonga, MLTR, John Denver, Stevie Wonder, BSB....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Some of their songs are amazing. Hmmm.... ok lah, a bit biased towards Phil Collins and BSB lah. haha. But BSB sound real good doing ballads. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Since I'm bored and using any possible excuse to not start on Integration tutorial, let's see what I can remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brian McKnight&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One Last Cry (My favourite! Thanks to ZhiYun and DBSK actually..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jordan Hill&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Remember Me This Way (Casper movie - 1998?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phil Collins&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You'll Be in My Heart (Tarzan movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phil Collins&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On My Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lea Salonga + Brad Kane&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We Could be in Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Extreme -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; More Than Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Osmonds&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love Me For a Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vanessa Williams&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Save the Best for Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thriller (I like the parting maniacal laughter. haha. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Righteous Brothers&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Unchained Melody (also appeared as soundtrack for 'Ghost', I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Collin Raye&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jeffrey Osborne&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On the Wings of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;John Denver&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Perhaps Love and Annie's Song (Thanks to my Dad's 3-in-1 album)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dick Lee&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life Story (Does this count?? haha. I like it anyway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Heaven and Back to You and When You're Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Got a lot more....but lazy already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yes. HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TO SYAMIL AND KRYSTAL!!!!! HOPE YOU ATE LOTS OF CAKE AND HAD A MEMORABLE CELEBRATION!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;haha. Here you go. Couldnt resist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUFW7HW8_rQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4644784736199241650?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4644784736199241650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4644784736199241650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4644784736199241650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4644784736199241650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-ballads-and-oldies.html' title='Of Ballads and Oldies...'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-9119793907764096944</id><published>2008-08-03T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:24:17.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts. Dammed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been sleeping too much. Anywhere and everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This ongoing battle against my ultimate nemesis, is leaving me exhausted and...I'm afraid I might unknowingly succumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fell asleep while standing in the MRT before. Me lucky stars, I didnt fall and roll around the cabin or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bus, quiet moments, the lift, my desk, the classrooms...and lectures. These are all tough battlefields that I have to go through day after day, and week after week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the airport yesterday and mr harris with his family. haha. Waved to him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then contemplated in front of the TV just now. Well, under the disguise of watching it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe this is what you call an identity crisis. I'm not sure who I am sometimes.  But I'm determined to find myself. (Hopefully, I can do it quickly. ) So. Yup. All the way, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Ghost month is here, and people... be careful of where you tread. You dont want to tread on 'their' toes or fingers or other ghostly parts. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;September is coming, and so is the fasting month. Looking forward to it. =)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-9119793907764096944?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/9119793907764096944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=9119793907764096944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/9119793907764096944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/9119793907764096944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-dammed.html' title='Thoughts. Dammed.'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-2755476604438927387</id><published>2008-08-02T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:43:33.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reliving the warm feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dinner with 4i darlings was wonderful!! It felt super nice to be around them again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a really, really great time yesterday. Ok lah, only 3 darlings NOT from VJ went for the dinner... But just because we're in the same school doesnt mean we see each other often either. It made me realise how much I miss the others tooooooo. In total, 8 people turned up for the dinner. Me, sarah, looloo, sus, muu, nicole, abby and lichu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha. Ponned 3rd period and didnt go home with chanwei. But finally had the walk with sarah and shermaine looloo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went suntec earlier to get the bday kids' presents and cake! But we were hungry, so hopped by munchy donuts first. hehe. Such unglam eaters we were. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought the cake and shopped at carrefour to get the cute presents for muu, nicole and sus!! Sarah's baby was shedding fur and looloo kept wanting to EAT!!! haha. Big appetite lah she. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought for them LUNCHBOXES (better use it. we'll inspect you!! haha.) and the flashing handphone thingy. haha. Super cute. Sarah, looloo and I got one too. heehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sus got lost and muu came in her uniform, even though she was from HOME. hahaha. Cause she didnt want to seem out of place in home clothes. hahahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We talked rubbish, listened to nicole telling her 'lifestory', listened to abby and lichu dramatising, ate and ate and ate....and took pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopped by the closing stores too, while walking towards mrt. Muu and I were like gushing over the little musical thing. haha. 'Beauty and the Beast' sounds real good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, all of us sort of agreed that JC life kinda....sucks. It's tiring to get through each day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for me, the 4i darlings made it a little easier. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, dears. For the much needed warmth and craziness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope to meet up with the rest of the 4i peeps soon. Real soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISS and LOVE you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-2755476604438927387?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2755476604438927387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=2755476604438927387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2755476604438927387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2755476604438927387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/heart-hugged-with-warmth.html' title='Reliving the warm feeling'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7845413403958790177</id><published>2008-07-25T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:00:56.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-initiated holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eySwnyLK1NQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It remains one of my favourite Japanese songs by DBSK. Especially love the lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Found this while taking a 'break' from doing PW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I didnt go school today. haha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7845413403958790177?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7845413403958790177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7845413403958790177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7845413403958790177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7845413403958790177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/self-initiated-holiday.html' title='Self-initiated holiday'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-8969254433795206569</id><published>2008-07-23T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:50:02.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The-Very-Productive Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PW today is super funny! All because of Jun Ren's bimbotic remark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chaili was digging his pencil case and trying out his pens, then got one he have not used. It's new. She was about to write with it when....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jun Ren: 'Eh, don't leh. That's my virgin pen!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hahaha. Gosh. Very funny. After that, Chaili dug out every pen he has and kept asking whether they were his virgin pens too. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;All we did were allocated jobs for WR and the rest of the time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me and Chaili were playing pepsi-cola. Her thumb super strong! haha. I lost. Then Jun Ren were showing Chan Wei and Jun Jek his cellulite. hahahah. Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Later, we related our 'progress' to Mrs L and then went back to being very productive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;By comparing hand sizes with Chan Wei. haha. Real big. The kind that looks like a pianist's. Then we talked about Chan Wei's amazing postcard writing skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha. So funny. He was like, 'Yuling only got 3 words.' Then Jun Jek went, 'Wahlau. I only get 2 leh!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I cant believe choir training already started today. I thought they just got back??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, we had interact today. Farewell for seniors but only 2 turned up. haahah. At least got food. We were all eyeing the food the moment it was on the table. Especially Yuling and Amy. haha. Xinyi took small bites. Act demure only. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bobby also got teased mercilessly by the little kids and Yunhan unconsciously became his victim haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's LinYing's birthday!! We sang the birthday song twice. Once, as interacters and the 2nd as harmoc ppl. hahx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I cant believe he poked me. Twice. Sheesh. How dare he do that?? Idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some people are just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sotongs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-8969254433795206569?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8969254433795206569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=8969254433795206569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8969254433795206569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8969254433795206569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-productive-lesson.html' title='The-Very-Productive Lesson'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7095891838204599384</id><published>2008-07-13T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:58:26.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed you...almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so sore and exhausted that even my mouth doesnt have the energy to irritate my sister. She went shopping with my mom and spending money, while I'm out in the unforgiving heat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Collecting donations. haha. But never mind, it's for a good cause... besides, it's actually quite fun. Let's do some maths. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me + yuling + amy + hot sun + balloons + SMILE = Donations (CIP)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donations = People + $$$$$$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun = Donations = People + $$$$$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People = cute energetic little kids - lazy people who dont even BOTHER TO REJECT you - people who have no money&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ generous ex-victorians + good looking guys + super generous parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and $$$$$ = 2 boxes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, I can conclude that Fun = a lot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though hypothetically this might seem to be the case, it's a whole different story when you test out the equation. But yes, it is to a certain extent... Fun = a lot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you understand this theory... Man, you're a genius. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then on my way home, lost in my own thoughts and drinking Slurpee... met my aunt in the middle of the traffic light and got a ride home. haha. Didnt even realise, although we were walking towards each other. Lucky me, I didnt have to walk. Especially after 5 hours of CIP. But before that, I helped her choose DVDs and recommended 'Hitman'.... just cause the guy is hot and bad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Havent talked to her in a real long while. I cant believe it. I mean, SHE LIVES NEXT DOOR. Yeah. Next unit, next apartment, my neighbour is my aunt etc....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, we were talking and talking. Complaining about the casting of Twilight, how the guy playing Edward wasnt really fitting... Tsking me on why I havent started reading the book, cursing narrow-minded people, announcing her shopping trip to Beijing soon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, she related her retarded conversation with her friends. haha. They were discussing/making-up the worst or best pick-up lines. Guys, this is NOT what you should say to a girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Ok. The word of the day is legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now let's go and spread the word, baby.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7095891838204599384?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7095891838204599384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7095891838204599384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7095891838204599384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7095891838204599384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/missed-youalmost.html' title='Missed you...almost'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7491736927669995239</id><published>2008-07-12T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:51:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathiyah?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was a total shock. It was unexpected, but apparently the weather was wonderful enough for the PE teachers to have the....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.4 km run. I was wearing the wrong shoes and ate too much before 3rd period. But it was no excuse lah. I deproved by 3 mins. Super sad. Needless to say, I failed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's not the focus of my ramblings, is it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's actually Fathiyah! hahaha. We were all preparing for 2.4 and giving the cards to Ms Ng. (I think that's her name.) When it was finally my turn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said, 'Eh.' (pause) 'Weren't you at the ODAC briefing just now?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went, 'HUH?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the moment she said ODAC.... I already KNEW that she was referring to FATHIYAH lah. Oh my gosh. Do we really look alike? It's like an insult to me can... hahaha. Kidding, dear! She's like the 5th person to mistake me for Fathiyah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st: Mrs Chia (cedar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd: Pakcik at the malay food stall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd: Cikgu Marliza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th: the drinks stall aunty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th: Ms Ng (again, I think that's her name.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I told her, 'Er...I think that was Fathiyah.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Ng: 'Oh no. Really?' (stares) .... 'You look alike' (stares)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha. She's super cute. Then for every round that I passed by her, she'd encourage me cheekily by saying, 'Go, Fathiyah!' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing. Someone sort of emo-ed after that and someone else got super worried. haha. But they both went for the piano concert! haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junjek, Xinyi and I were mercilessly teasing Yuling. Quite fun actually. Anyway, I noticed that Junjek seemed to be increasing his bullying intensity on me. Tsk. My own PW group member. Can only depend on Chaili, man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sickening Joel was determined to get on my nerves yesterday too. I might actually buy a Snapple bottle one day and use it on him. hahahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do we ever get bored of boredom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7491736927669995239?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7491736927669995239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7491736927669995239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7491736927669995239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7491736927669995239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/fathiyah.html' title='Fathiyah?!'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-372482702067100683</id><published>2008-07-10T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:46:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-learning Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;had such a comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wonderful sleep, that one of my ear studs came off.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and BROKE. Must have rolled on it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should have more e-learning days on THURDAYS. I've only got Physics tutorial and lecture. Lit tutor has no idea how to work the computer and he said he would be on MC specially for e-learning day anyways. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugh. Now, I've got to find a replacement for my ear stud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have decided to be hardworking and efficient for PW too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, right. Wait.... I AM hardworking AND efficient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am recently stuck on DBSK's 23rd Japanese single, thanks to Syahidah. It's been a while since I binge on their songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh. I've got to try to remember important dates. Like the CIP this Sunday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remind me, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-372482702067100683?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/372482702067100683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=372482702067100683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/372482702067100683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/372482702067100683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-learning-day.html' title='E-learning Day'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4810334911147253140</id><published>2008-07-08T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:25:38.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discombobulated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Honestly, I have no idea what to name my post.... so, discombobulated it shall be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Shermaine told me all about Sarah's and Muu's amazingly unexpected admirers! haha. Miss talking to the 4i peeps, and the hug from Sarah today was nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;She feels like a teddy bear. Sus wasnt in school, so i couldnt give her a hug as she is now...... SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Welcome to the club, specially for matured and wise people. Like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Today was a retarded day. Me and my mom had initially decided to take the bus in the morning, in an attempt to save money... cause she overshot her budget already. We waited for the bus. The bus rumbled slowly and stopped. It rumbled on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And we were both still stoning at the bus-stop. hahaha. Then she was, 'Aiyah. Let's just take taxi lah.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;hahahaha. Oh my gosh. Totally defeats the purpose of waking up early!!! hahaha. My mom rocks, man. Due to this newfound mission early in the morning..... we forgot to pack my bread. Funny thing was, my father went to buy bread in the middle of the night so that I can bring it to school.... and it turns out that both of us forgot about it totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Muahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;We had the inter-house soccer match and syikin played with us!! Ok. I didnt play. I was the supervisor, man. haha. It was funny!! Only chaili had the potential to be a goalkeeper. haha. Could even hear Felicia screaming from the other end of the field, as I was watching at the grandstand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Felt super sleepy during Econs, practical and PE. No surprises there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Adlin was irritating Sarah during Lit lecture. Then Sarah and I were trying to make Shermaine jealous by acting lovey-dovey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;But knowing her, I think LooLoo didnt get the message. hahaha. Terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;By the way, I'm like giving Junren free tutorial on how to log on to E-lluminate, for e-learning on Thursday. hahx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yeah. Thanks, Xinyi! For getting lost with me in cyberspace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4810334911147253140?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4810334911147253140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4810334911147253140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4810334911147253140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4810334911147253140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/discombobulated.html' title='Discombobulated'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-8721112314255807221</id><published>2008-07-03T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:05:26.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She totally blew me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KiR838VOCrA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Supposed to be doing tutorials. But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me quote her: 'Well, I refuse. I refuse. I refuse!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow's third period. Shermaine already cut her hair!! It's sooooo much better this time. Not like the Japanese+ah-beng-wannabe haircut. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope she feels better now. Yup. Then, on saturday....we have a performance at Suntec! haha. For the MOE EXCEL FEST. It seems like the Kids' Central 1 minute of Fame. But ours is like.... 5 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I've got PW at Changi Airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Youth Day! E-learning day. Feeling Fab Day. Racial Harmony Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. Ok. I'll go do my tutorial now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/9187304694366947734-8721112314255807221?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8721112314255807221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=8721112314255807221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8721112314255807221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8721112314255807221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='What....'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4772528385881488325</id><published>2008-06-22T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:45:05.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well. Today's already the LAST day of the holidays. IF you even call it a holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time flies pass so fast, that saying it 'flies' would be an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow's the start of mid-years, and I've still got 2 chapters of physics to go. Plus econs. And maths. And lit. Which is 32 freaking poems and a whole book more to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But funny thing is.... I'm still slacking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to wake up from this delusion. Or dream. Or whatever you call it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4772528385881488325?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4772528385881488325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4772528385881488325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4772528385881488325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4772528385881488325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7447020521185863775</id><published>2008-06-03T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:48:32.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend. Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just hopped over to Yuling's blog and saw the pic of Junren. haha. Looked good, man. He had the cheerleading competition last Saturday and they went to support him. haha. Not bad. VJ Knights won gold in the Stunts category and Silver in the Non-stunts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, according to Yuling. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to wake up super super early on that same Saturday because of the Wau Making Competition held at CJC. Me, Adlin and Adilah were supposed to meet each other at Toa Payoh Mrt at 730 am. Do you know how freaking early that is?? Especially when you live in Tampines. I would still be Dreamland on a NORMAL Saturday. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. We met Syahidah there too, who was also going to the same competition. The only difference between us was that..... She brought paint and we totally didnt. haha. We HAD NO IDEA we were supposed to bring them and Adlin was already starting to go, 'Can we back out?'. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 745 am, Adilah was still missing. Turns out she overslept, and Adlin was like 'Oh man, why didnt she oversleep till 9? Then can back out.' haha. Funny, man. I didnt have much comments because I was too preoccupied with NOT releasing my bowels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. Wah. When she finally made her appearance, she looked totally doped. Like she had a hangover or something. She got back from CLIC and didnt have enough sleep. Poor her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We didnt have anything!!! We were allocated a position in the MIDDLE of NOWHERE... well, in CJC's hall at least, where the other schools can look at us and laugh. hahaha. Thank goodness for AndersonJC. They were kind enough to offer us a box of paint as they had extras. PHEW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erm, we didnt win. As expected. Some schools had super super nice Wau-s. Apparently we were supposed to come up with the design beforehand. But we didnt know that either. hahaha. All we knew was that we were supposed to turn up for the comp. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quite fun though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Sunday was the Bahas 4PM, which is debate in Malay. It was held in NUS (it was a 3-day debate camp) and I was their reserve. The Bahas people got the mauduk (motion) at 5pm on Sat, but they could only get started properly at 9pm... because of camp, I think. We were the opposition and up against Raffles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mauduk was: Zaman anak menyara ibubapa sudah berlalu. ( The time when the children support their parents in old age has passed or something like that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The debaters didnt sleep till 3am and still woke up at....4am. That's sheer madness, man. They look and felt so doped that the guy wanted ecstacy pills and the girls wanted depressants. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The craaaazzzzzyyyy preparation paid off and we won! That was the quater-finals and so.... we have advanced into the semi-finals. I think it'll be on 18 June. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the schools that I can actually remember getting into the semi-finals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Victoria JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raffles JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;National JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meridian JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Temasek JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm too lazy to dig into my memory bank for more schools. That's it for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow's the harmoc chalet, man. So...till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7447020521185863775?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7447020521185863775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7447020521185863775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7447020521185863775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7447020521185863775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-weekend-gone.html' title='My weekend. Gone.'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-827345640512967902</id><published>2008-05-27T19:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:12:56.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOAH. I know harmoc concert is over like waaaaaaayyyy back but I was too lazy to blog about it immediately after. hahaha. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;BUT WE TOTALLY ROCKED!!!! It was amazing, man. There were a few glitches here and there, but I guess the concert generally turned out alright in the end. Seriously, during the rehearsals on the day itself, I felt quite sian and a little irritated as the rehearsals were still not going on as smoothly as it was supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, then the bass drums went busking at Orchard Road!!! hahaha. I think that was the funniest part. I was worried that we would have to play the opening without the drums... LUCKILY, it came back in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Like 10 mins before opening lah. haha. AMAZING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Now, that harmoc practices are no longer and wont be as intense.... I feel weird. It's like I have nothing to do but stone and 'membatu' around the house. I should probably get started on my revision but then again, it IS the holidays. I do have a right to laze around like a big fat cat for awhile. haha. By the way, Yuling, as usual, slept during the rehearsals. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had sooooo much fun during the concert!! I really really think that SECTION 1 is amazing!! The people just makes it even more so....special. haha. Yupz. I'm kinda glad that I'm in harmonica band. Sus would probably be joining us after the holidays. I hope. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Oh yeah, some funny incidents before the actual concert. haha. One of them.... Bobby's shoe got DETACHED!! hahaha. Damn funny. Then had to accompany him go buy super glue to stick it back together. hahaha. He had to drag along his feet when he walks. Funny lah. Then the bubbles that Bobby and Xinchi had to blow. I didnt notice it but apparently my brother did! hahaha. That's not so bad lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I was expecting a bubble bath or something. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Joel did sai kang backstage but.... hahaha. Anyway, by spewing loads of rubbish and crapping with us before the concert in the dark, he actually helped to calm my nerves. Thanks, lit friend. haha. Well, I was ok during the J1 songs. But somehow I managed to freak myself out during the section song. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;After the concert, we took lots of pictures!! Ok lah. By lots, I mean like 4 or 5 only lah. haha. Oh yeah. Special thanks to Felicia and Jocelyn for the balloon and the RED PEPPER!!! Thanks to Section 1 too, for being simply wonderful, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are the pics. Pardon my wild hair. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205022164665722498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SDv0FNTvZoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/T_ym9_3elLo/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuling, the one with 'soft muscles', SLEEPING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205023182572971666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SDv1AdTvZpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bwBnberrKeQ/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty Xinyi and me! During rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205024157530547874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SDv15NTvZqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U8BnnYs7zis/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuling, me and Xin Chi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205024608502113970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SDv2TdTvZrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZAGZsP9Wuag/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuling and Kaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205025055178712770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SDv2tdTvZsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PREtWm4uKFg/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuling, Bobby, me and Xin Chi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205025433135834834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SDv3DdTvZtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4Bv4QBM2CT0/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With Krystal and Anthea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205026085970863842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SDv3pdTvZuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/W8eCbQRKqSg/s200/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Eunice, our J2 Section Leader. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's all, folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &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/9187304694366947734-827345640512967902?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/827345640512967902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=827345640512967902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/827345640512967902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/827345640512967902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/resonance-x.html' title='Resonance X'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/SDv0FNTvZoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/T_ym9_3elLo/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4993137947200204858</id><published>2008-05-23T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:19:15.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;We were all granted a FULL DAY today! Well, not that it makes much difference to me because we still had harmonica practice.... but at least I got to go home before the sun is down! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I just woke up about 45 mins ago. My class was having a class outing (of about 7 people. haha) in the afternoon....but I was too exhausted and since morning, the one thing is my mind is SLEEP. So, I went home straight after harmoc. Besides, my grandmother is developing a fever and my bro was given a self-declared holiday. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah, the moment I came home... I ate, then started to clean my harmonica. After that, I ATTEMPTED to START practising but decided to give myself a 15-mins break or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;15 mins later......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I woke up and shifted position to my room. The nap before the slumber was on my desk lah, then so uncomfortable. Yup. From 3:15pm to 6:45pm. I feel so refreshed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have decided to sleep super super early today. So that I wont fall asleep on stage. haha. Anyway, I feel a bit nervous and stressed out about tomorrow's performance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;But I guess as previous perfomances, I wont be able to see the audience... Shouldnt be that bad. I think. Although, they can see EVERY SINGLE thing that you do on stage. Actually, for previous performances... I didnt have my glasses or my contacts on, so no wonder I cant see the audience lah. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been announced that Jie Ying from Section 3 is the Harmonica Band President, while Yun Han from the wonderful and amazing Section 1 (which is MY section) is the VICE-PRESIDENT!!! Woots! Congrats, people. Oh yeah. So, how about a belated wish to SYAMIL?? Harmoc cum interact people couldnt attend the Installation Ceremony.... but anyway, CONGRATULATIONS SYAMIL on being the PRESIDENT of INTERACT CLUB!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Let's divert a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Just a moment ago, my sis told me 'Haiz. I feel like crying.' I left her to herself. She's stressed because her school sucks and there's nothing I can do to help her. Sometimes, not even school work because the syllabus is different. She's having her big fat Os this year, and neither her school nor her friends are making her days any better. I feel bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I went to cedarconnect.blogspot and watched the two videos. It brought back lots of memories of the place where I felt most welcomed (besides my home, of course). I miss the times spent slacking after school, the jogging sessions and the CHEERS especially. But most of all.... ITS PEOPLE. The environment and spirit that I was familiar with, the people that remained treasured till today and future tomorrows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Honesty. Perserverance. Courtesy.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'To be women of substance' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'To nurture Cedarians into leaders of character' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And on the shirts of the Track team: 'To give anything less than your &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; is to sacrifice &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;gift&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;JIA YOU Yuling, Xinyi and Amy! haha. We shall rock tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4993137947200204858?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4993137947200204858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4993137947200204858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4993137947200204858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4993137947200204858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/full-day.html' title='Full Day'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7843411541404766572</id><published>2008-05-21T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:19:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a match</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;TODAY WAS THE VJC VS MJC SOCCER MATCH!!!! WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha. Actually, I was more excited about meeting the people in MJ than the soccer match itself. I was too tired, too sleepy to cheer and spent a quater of my time at the stadium sitting on the chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was so cool! I almost couldnt make it for the soccer match, but the harmonica seniors were so nice to let us go watch. EVEN THOUGH we only have THREE days left to concert and still need lots of fine-tuning. Some of them didnt even go, in order to practice their group songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The atmosphere at the stadium was totally CRAAAZZZZYYYY. I wanted to go find my MJ friends but I was afraid to go walk there alone. haha. But I met SAFIAH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BRONSON and NASHIRAN were RETARDED! haha. They teased me again. So funny, man. The moment they saw me, they immediately stood up and went, 'MARLI!!!...*pointpoint*.....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cannot reveal too much lah. Oh my gosh, but I was quite shocked. haha. I saw Bronson first, didnt realise Nash was there until he stood up with that grin on his face. TSK. haha. But it was nice to see them. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I saw BAHIAH!! Still as retarded as ever. Wanted to find Muu but it was er.....an arduous task, man. It was super noisy, the only thing I heard during our 3-min phone conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'TOILET'. haha. I also wanted to go look for Judy and Camilia to surprise them, but very hard lah. But Felicia already met Judy and the first thing she said to me was, 'Judy so short!!' hahaha. So naughty, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The match ended with MJ as the 2008 champions. Winning 2-1. The first goal was not impressive, it was a lucky one just 5 mins into the game. I think both sides played hard. VJ's players were attacking but MJ's defense were quite good. MJ's players were always clustered together so it was hard to get through and VJ's team was very dispersed. VJ easily lost possession of the ball many times. It was a great fight though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, Muu was super funny! She almost walked past me although I already called out her name many times.... then she slow reaction! hahaha. 2nd victim was Nicole. haha. I thought they both already saw each other, that's why got no reaction when I said, 'Hey, NicoleNg.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wahlau. Turns out they BOTH also slow reaction! Took them 5 seconds to realise each other's presence despite standing directly opposite. 3rd victim was Syikin. They were talking on the phone, and Muu just HAD to turn around in circles while talking to her. haha. Of course didnt realise lah. Less than 2 metres away somemore. hahx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;While on the way out of the stadium... Guess who I bumped into?? JUDY!!!! haha. FINALLY, man. Too bad Camilia already left. She's super cute lah. Her smile is still as childish and wide as ever. I think can compete with the Cheshire Cat already lah. Shermaine made me walk fast because she needed to rush off to band concert. haha. Saw JUDY AGAIN at the MRT, but this time with Bronson and Adib. They were sitting on the floor like having a picnic. haha. So cute. Yup, missed Camilia again. Sigh. She and her long legs ah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Joel got painted by me and Felicia....so he looked like he had chickenpox ONLY on his arms. haha. He fell sick because cannot see our wonderful Lit teacher anymore... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I went home with the harmoc poster still on my back and 2 grps of MJ people thought that I didnt know it was stuck there. haha. The 1st time, I was asked whether I knew it was on my back. haha. The 2nd time, I heard them asking each other whether I knew about it and was debating if they should tell me. haha. I pretended that I didnt hear them talking. But the 2nd grp of people didnt ask me anything because apparently one of them figured out that I knew about the poster. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's all for today. I've got rehearsal tomorrow, but we only wearing our court shoes on stage. It's for practise, so that on the actual day...we wont slip and fall of the stage. haha. But I bet if Yuling fell off, it would worth the $10 lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just kidding. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7843411541404766572?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7843411541404766572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7843411541404766572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7843411541404766572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7843411541404766572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-match.html' title='What a match'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-9153387990139754158</id><published>2008-05-14T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:51:44.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling towards liberation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm afraid my thumb would cramp up during the concert. But hopefully not. Now, my 4th finger on my right hand feels funny. Looks a little bigger than usual. Feels like I pulled a muscle there or something. Concert's coming REAL soon, and I'm feeling the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's different from acting and dancing. Sometimes, things just get really tiring and stressful that you need someone to lean on. But even that's difficult now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dont mean to neglect anyone but I'm realising the disconnection already. It's almost the JUNE HOLIDAYS now, and I still havent seen the people really precious to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is becoming a challenge. Academics and emotions. Living a life of a thirteen-year old seems so much more appealing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dont feel like a mature and responsible adult. I dont feel adult-ish. haha. Yeah. But THAT doesnt mean that I'm IMMATURE, can. I'm not particularly receptive to the idea of growing up. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess I can say that most of us are going through the same phase in life, which is adapting to changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The only thing that DOESNT CHANGE is CHANGE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How wonderful is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;By the way, I had an amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; time during the Soccer Girls' match today. WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!!! Yeah, man. I was stuck between Amy and Felicia, while they screamed into my ear and sprayed their super organic saliva on ME. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got a balloon too!! Jun Jek, I think, help catch. haha. Then on the bus, my balloon kept hitting this woman's head lah. hahaha. OOPS. =D Then she also very funny, she kept trying to avoid the balloon but to no avail, man. hahx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Xinyi was also DAMN funny during econs. She was asking what is I-F? hahaha. Retarded little girl. She didnt believe us when we said it was 'if'. Then she was trying to argue that it's in capital letters so it has to stand for some econs term. HAHAHA. It's called emphasis lah. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Let's take things slow and steady. Before we all start to crack under the enormous weight of our minds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-9153387990139754158?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/9153387990139754158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=9153387990139754158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/9153387990139754158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/9153387990139754158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/crawling-towards-liberation.html' title='Crawling towards liberation'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-8458225538507021053</id><published>2008-05-07T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:25:40.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identify ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The days are becoming so routine now, that sometimes I dont even feel like myself. My moodswings are getting increasingly erratic..... One moment, I'll be unreasonably and irrationally happy (for no apparent reason) and the next, I'll be so down that I wont say a word. Not a single one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can AND have. I didnt speak to anyone for a whole day, unless someone asks me a question that REQUIRES an answer. Even bananas dont seem to give me the usual high that I need. haha. There's always this sense of detachment hanging around me, and I cant shake it off. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad that there are wonderful people around me but I HAVE been neglecting them, especially my family. I reach home late, then I'll eat and go straight to my room to finish up my homework. My home is becoming a hotel... and I dont like this. This morning, random Yuling looked into my eyes and said that they looked DEAD. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I FEEL dead. Not dying, but zombie-kind of DEAD. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant wait for harmonica concert to be over. YES! hahahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, let's stop all this crap and look on the BEAUTIFUL side of life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father got me a converse shoe from KOREA!!!! Cool. It looks like any other Converse shoe, but with a teeny, tiny difference.... It has the korean flag by the side! hahahaha. It's RED. Looks like Amy's sneakers. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther's email formed the words to my thoughts and it's wonderful. THANKS LOADS. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father also wore a white formal shirt today. HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY SEXY!!! haha. My sis took a pic of his back but not the front and especially not the side.... cause can see his TUMMY. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy school but I dislike the pace and expectations, man. Anyway, I NEED TO BRUSH UP MY MALAY!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's bad enough that I'm not fasih, I HAVE to prevent it from being increasingly berterabur. I think it helps that Bobby speaks malay. haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harmoc practice tomorrow. Starts at 4 pm and ends at 7 pm. Problem is... I end lessons at 1245 pm. GREAT. BRAVO. My family may be coming for harmoc concert! haha. My father is quite excited. But they'll be going to the Discovery Centre before that....WITHOUT me. So sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got lit essay to do, maths tutorial and I need to study. By the way, I failed my recent econs test and got physics class test on friday. I have NO IDEA how to apply the concepts that I've learnt in econs, man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only Literature is my salvation and it totally rocks. All I need is TIME to read. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apologies. My thoughts are in a jumble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU ARE LOVED &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-8458225538507021053?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8458225538507021053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=8458225538507021053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8458225538507021053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8458225538507021053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/identify-me.html' title='Identify ME'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4859618896564074478</id><published>2008-04-19T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:34:33.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had harmo today. Bloody lost. But will practise very very hard as harmo's concert is coming and I SO do not want to embarass myself. If I really cant keep up, maybe they'll put me at the back so that I wouldnt stand out like a sore thumb. haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;The exco speech was also today, some of them are a bit....lacking in substance. Is that right? Yeah. Not very convincing. It was quite easy to vote lah. I wont say who I voted for. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I went for MusicFest yesterday at the invitation of Shermaine!!! Thank you loads for the offer. But I'm really sorry I had to leave during the intermission and ditched you. It was late and my mom was not very happy already...so, yeah. But I felt really, really guilty. SORRY! You're such a dear, Shermaine. Toilet partner! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I have been trying to get people to go to Drama Night with me... but I'm still unsuccessful!! WHY??? If anyone wants to go, please tell me. Not at the last minute though. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Yup. Still a very very hectic week. TIME FLIES LIKE SIAO, man. I so cant believe it's already err.....ALMOST MAY!!! It's crazy. It's really sad that we dont get to appreciate each and every day properly due to committments and the life's pace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;It's getting on my nerves. The lesser sleeping hours are making me feel lethargic in school. Especially during lessons. Anyways, NEXT TUESDAY IS NAPFA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Not prepared. So scary, man. My best items are, SIT+REACH and SIT-UPS. Inclined and standing broad are like just make it one. Dont know how. Im having a CRISIS!!! Why now? I thought still a bit later one....Aiyah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dont worry if you dont understand. It's better that way. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I still want to go shopping and even more so, now that I've got the newurbanmale discount vouchers from MusicFest. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Saw Bahiah at the Interchange just now. Talked for a while and discovered that she went to TJC for the forum thing. Wahlau, I should have signed up for it lah. Then can meet them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Oh wells. It's not meant to be, I suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, ciao for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4859618896564074478?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4859618896564074478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4859618896564074478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4859618896564074478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4859618896564074478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/rush.html' title='RUSH'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4671634248922338543</id><published>2008-04-13T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:11:45.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low tide</title><content type='html'>This week is really the terrible. On Friday, I went to the library with Joel. His intention was to SLEEP, and mine was to do maths while we wait for the 'budding Chemists' to end their practical. But...I ended up sleeping anyways. Aiyoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the small incidents and moments that pulls you through each draining week, man. Felicia and I had fun during Econs, laughing at Zheng Jun's snort. HAHA. He also practised his authority to start assembly. ON US. Guinea pigs. Er, we a bit uncontrollable. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Jek is also one funny guy. Nice too, with expensive watches. I have a VARIETY of bargain watches. But he....Friday was the CASIO watch and then yesterday's was the EmpirioArmani watch. COOL, MAN. He's like the King of Watches. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, sis, grandmother and bro came down for Meet-the-Parents...turning it into a family gathering, as usual. HAHA. My mom didnt even bother meeting the teacher can...She was like, 'Dont need to go can or not? I go take tea.' HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went window-shopping at Parkway and saw Shermaine. My sis saw her and said, 'Eh, your friend.' Then pointed at some restaurant. But..the problem is that in the restaurant got this motorcycle as display, and Shermaine was seating behind it. She waved and waved and waved but I totally didnt see. I was too busy looking at the motorcycle and was figuring out why my sis said it was my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Later, then I realised lah. haha. Stupid Shermaine and Tunn Yuan laughed at me. =D My bro act shy only lah in front of them, and Shermaine tried to seduce my 6-year-old bro....but cannot make it lah. hahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lots of stuff to do. Tutorials come flooding in and I cant stop the rush. Then got PI. My 2nd draft was as terrible as my 1st. She said I need a more INNOVATIVE idea. After the education system drained away my creative juices, they now want me to be MORE creative??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're squeezing me dry, man. Being a kid in kindergarten is so much more fulfilling. You can draw all day and the feeling of satisfaction is amazing. You DEFINITELY wont go BALD thinking of Maths and PI. I'm still not finished with my GREAT EXPECTATIONS. Im like WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY behind in Econs, totally lost. You give me a map and I still wont be able to find my way out. ARGH. OH. By the way, my grandmother just told me a scary thing about the trees planted near the overhead bridge at VJ there. Man, she just HAD to tell me. I was better off not knowing. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all the hyperactive, nightmare-inducing kids out there... Dont be in a hurry to grow up. Right now, the world is better a playground than a stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow will be the start of another week. The END of the weekend and the beginning of the tutorials nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4671634248922338543?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4671634248922338543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4671634248922338543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4671634248922338543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4671634248922338543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/low-tide.html' title='Low tide'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4136643758681858256</id><published>2008-04-09T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:33:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice-in-a-day Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup. The speech day pics (a bit only lah), and handbell's performance of the Phantom of the Opera. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm still waiting for the other pics from Abby. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187234170577913154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R_zB_rgQhUI/AAAAAAAAADs/xxUj5FNi9r4/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187234179167847762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R_zCALgQhVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ij0hXJUBq1U/s200/DSC06149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Krystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187234187757782370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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(",) Happy Valentine's day! - Brent' (hahaha. Luckily it's a nice msg. =D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;04) Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Marli! (haha. I scared I forget my no. lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;05) Who's the last person you rang? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;06) Who was your last missed call from? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Zheng Jun (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;07) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dina (in MJC now. Adel's pri sch friend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;08) What does the last message in your inbox say? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Okay, ....... Tmr come with me go find? And thanks babe!' - Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;09) Who comes up under J? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) Go to your Sent Items - what does the 10th message say? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Yucks! Ugh. Make me lose appetite only! Thanks for your help ah. Tsktsk. haha. Ndp cheer at where, man? Padang?' - To Yuling. (she was reminding me about her bowel! Eew. haha.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11) Who's the 4th person who comes up under S? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Shermaine Lou!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12) Who's your network provider? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Singtel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) How many messages are currently in your inbox? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;41. Must go delete already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14) What do you have as your background? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Krystal's and my fingers in a shape of a heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Renuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16) Who do you have on speed dial 3? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17) If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who's the first person who comes up under C? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Camilia! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19) How many bars of signal do you currently have? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What's that? Er, 3 I think. hahx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20) What do you have as your main ringtone? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHATEVER THEY SAY (ACAPELLA) - DBSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your 10 Favourites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PINK! (Obvious huh?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CHEESE. Is that counted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Song: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TOO MANY!! One of them is My Little Princess (Acapella) by DBSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Edward Scissorshand. Got Johnny Depp. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Badminton. Captain's Ball also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Er....Summer? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now, it's THURSDAY. Cause we end early. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chocolate or Butterscotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Favourite Book: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TOO MANY. One of them is... Roses are Red by James Patterson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite cartoon: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Captain Planet! TMNT! DISNEY'S ALADDIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Entertained. Is that a MOOD? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pink shirt + shorts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Current toe nail colour: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Natural colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7:59 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Current Annoyance(s): &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MAXIMA + MINIMA TUTORIAL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current boyfriend: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;None at the moment. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current book you are reading: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Err...GREAT EXPECTATIONS? haha. It's my Lit book, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Raudhah. From kindergarten... but I lost all contacts with her. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First Crush: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAHAHA. Oh man. Shoot. He's from my pri sch! In pri 4 or 5. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First Movie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hunchback of Notredame. haha. Cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First piercing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First lie: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pretend got stomach ache during kindergarten cause I didnt want to go for malay on Weds. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt; First music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ShaLaLa. A goodbye song sang during kindergarten. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First car: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lightning McQueen! The toy lah. Eh, no. I cant remember actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First mobile phone: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nokia. My grandmother's. o_O haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No last and no first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last drink: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Same as above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last month. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAHAHA. meowmeow lah. But not so, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HERO. Got Takuya Kimura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last phone call: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last CD played: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 DASH 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of you best friends: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever broken the law: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm an angel, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever been arrested: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yup. For being too pretty. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny-dipped: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NO.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah! As an extra in the background, pretending to have a discussion. HAHAHA. My moment of fame, man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you didn't know: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things You Are Wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Underwear, people&lt;br /&gt;2. Yellow hairband&lt;br /&gt;3. Pink shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;5. Contacts, man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 Things You Have Done Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Slept on the bus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Spoke to Felicia on the phone when we're right in front of each other! On purpose. haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. Attempting maths&lt;br /&gt;4. Ate putu piring. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Can Hear Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. The clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. The sound of me typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. The TV outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Things You Can't Live Without:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Air .&lt;br /&gt;2. Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Things You Do When You Are Bored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Disturb people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Draw&lt;br /&gt;3. STONE&lt;br /&gt;4. Randomise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People You Want To Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everybody is somebody. So, if you're somebody...then you're TAGGED. If you're NOBODY, then too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I dont entertain skeletons. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7418978834584986111?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7418978834584986111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7418978834584986111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7418978834584986111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7418978834584986111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/judys-quiz-taken-from-camilia-d.html' title='Judy&apos;s Quiz taken from Camilia =D'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-2952131062723672787</id><published>2008-04-05T17:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:56:07.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My decision to cut my hair, turned out to be one of the hardest I have to make once in awhile. Yuling and I were fantasizing about stuff during lecture the other day... and she got super high lah. haha. I also. So nice, the fantasy. Quite interesting to imagine. HEEHEHE. Even Amy got dragged in. Talked about it in the toilet too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Cedar, got all of us excited. It's just too bad that it's not our own school compound. It's the old VS one and it looks like a primary school. haha. Big but small, in a sense. So excited seeing old, familiar and friendly faces. The security guards, the canteen vendors (even though it was closed, I saw Auntie Lily) Auntie Lily is so super nice. She used to reserve one crabmeat sandwich for me almost everyday, as I always buy that from her. haha. I miss it! Then not forgetting, of course, the TEACHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh looks really, really nice in a tie. Right, Sarah? haha. Wearing court shoes and the various blazers made all of us look different but when we sang the school song, we were ONE. Retarded me recorded it, but got lots of interference. Not a good recording. Anyways, there were performances by the choir, TLDDS, band and handbell(though, not in the hall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the CEDAR BEAR!!!! I wanted it for so long, but they have no stock. Whenever I dont have cash, they have the stock and yesterday when I HAVE cash, they DONT HAVE stock! Annoying. Oh wells. Next time, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I really do want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formalities were quite boring and we sat for so long...I think our butts fused to the chairs. Honestly. Anyways, Dr Yaacob Ibrahim graced the event and we've got another vice-principal besides Mdm Haslinda. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, we took pictures!! Shermaine got teased mercilessly by Mrs Loy about her 'BOYFRIENDS'. hahaha. She also mentioned that the girls from VJC are the ones with the shortest skirts. HAHA. Mrs Loy is now the Sec 3s' Level Head and is teaching the Sec 2, 3 and 4s. WOW. No wonder she has no form class now. So busy. She said 4i's the BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like DUH. But instead of our six-pointer club, she now wants to psycho the now Sec 4s into the two-pointer club. hahaha. Great expectations, man. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that not the whole class was there, but I guess something is better than nothing. We'll see each other soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today.....I went to trim my hair! But she trimmed it so short!! I thought it still looked long, so i told her to trim somemore...and now, I cant bring my hair in front! I just hope it'll look nice this time. My hair waves are not very tame. haha. This is the shortest cut so far.. Oh man. It's just past my shoulders, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hair already. But I'll keep telling myself that it'll grow. So, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Something's wrong with me com. I cant post pics. =( -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-2952131062723672787?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2952131062723672787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=2952131062723672787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2952131062723672787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/2952131062723672787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/hairy-transition.html' title='Hairy transition'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-939080772390290471</id><published>2008-04-03T18:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:57:08.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me some SLACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am super exhausted this whole month. I need to rejuvenate myself, get some beauty sleep and study. I have no idea how many times I've said this. Repetition creates emphasis. I'm such a procrastinator! I really need a study date. OR a day to mug EFFECTIVELY. I say go study but I'll always end up ATTEMPTING to study. Lots of difference there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought over this issue long and hard, but I simply cant decide. To trim or not to trim. My hair. I dont want it to end up looking like a walking toilet brush or something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to the treehouse to slack after school today. I've got muscle aches all over, no thanks to PE on Tuesday. It's the so-long-never-train syndrome. So painful. Lack of sleep simply makes it worse. I cant laugh properly and sadistic Xinyi purposely disturb me for entertainment purposes. TSKTSK. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOAH. Wait a minute. Deja vu, people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, continue. Lijun, or better known as the primary school kid, slept with her head on my lap. The treehouse quite a good place to sleep, man. No wonder koalas are practically glued to trees. She said that I give a sense of security. haha. Reminds me of how Abby said I was motherly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just hope real hard that if one day I should walk on the streets with Lijun, people dont think she's my daughter. haha. Terence was affirming his status as GRANDPA SQUIRREL, man. He lie down until sooo 'glam' that he looked like he LIVED in the treehouse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lijun did the bridge! The one we learnt during gymnastics in Sec 1 or 2. I did it the other time. In the privacy of my own room. hahx. Jun Jek pushed my foot back as far as I could go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for a few seconds (with his foot) then he said that I'm quite flexible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASTONISHING. That's something I dont hear everyday. But I'm not complaining. =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shermaine gave me her retarded look today! Aiyoh. haha. Then Sarah gave me a surprise hug while I was queueing for epok-epok. haha. Gave me shock and I think she caused Xinyi to accidentally spill her milo. hahahaha. FUNNY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felicia so lame lah. She took Guo Jun's oreo.... then when he asked for its safe return, she drew an oreo on foolscape! haha. Guo Jun then took the paper and wrote 'voucher' on it. When Felicia went to toilet, he quickly took back his oreo and wrote 'Redeemed' on the voucher. Spastic.... haha. Made the lessons more interesting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm. I almost slept during physics lecture. Randomising... You know, I think we're drifting apart. Or maybe it's just me. I dont like this. Inevitable, I guess. Which sucks.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My left eye keeps twitching. Two days already. Xinyi and Joel said it means something good. I dont know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do realise that people think I dont have problems. Just because they dont see me emoing or depressed doesnt mean that I have nothing on my mind. (I just do it discreetly.)  It is nice though, to know that there are people who care. Too much emoing can be bad for your health, people. Anyway, I'd rather see the people around me happy than infect them with the negative vibes. Something that was said during lit today, about emo kids... made me think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only with a clear mind, can you think clearly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have read a report saying that 50% of your happiness is due to genes. So, if you're usually happy...it means you have happy genes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever that means. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-939080772390290471?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/939080772390290471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=939080772390290471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/939080772390290471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/939080772390290471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/give-me-some-slack.html' title='Give me some SLACK'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-1889544278954768540</id><published>2008-03-31T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:13:14.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak brainwaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didnt see Sarah today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shermaine had table tennis competition. They won! 4:1. Errr....I forgot against who. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Susmitha is sick. As in coughcough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fathiyah misses Cedar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syikin helped with my PI. Amy Tai too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guo Meng's hands and feet looked tiny when compared to Wei Lun's. His feet are size 11 and a half. WOW. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didnt see Nicole either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Found out that Adel used to take computing. WOW. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junren is also sick.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zhengjun's plastic bag tore open. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terence very funny! So many failed attempts to take Yuling's pic. Only got ONE. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel's cheerleading mishap. HAHAHAHA. Better left unsaid, before you people get cramps from laughing. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inez laughed and sprayed saliva on my face. Aiyoh. Joel, all your fault. (see above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guo Jun's and Jun Jek's lack of reaction after seeing my spongebob socks. Purposely one. Tsk. haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jocelyn's pretty eyes and Xinyi's ability to communicate with things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por Yee likes the spongebob and gary stamp. haha. He a bit retarded everyday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm. Ryan still looks down. Hope he cheers up soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just completed my PI. Still got more things to do.  My back is killing me. I've got eyebags. I want someone to bring me to a movie. I want ice kacang. Must practise harmo. Friday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got to move closer to the speed of light. To slow down TIME.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-1889544278954768540?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1889544278954768540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=1889544278954768540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1889544278954768540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1889544278954768540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/weak-brainwaves.html' title='Weak brainwaves'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-608070033556932380</id><published>2008-03-27T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:03:39.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The-Short-Day of every week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuling and Amy didnt run today, as Yuling came late. haha. Everybody seemed to be extra lethargic and tired. Luckily, Yuling and Joel didnt play, bicker and shout at each other as much today. haha. Good. Maybe both also very tired. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuling 'phone-napped' Guo Jun's phone during chem tutorial. haha. To check out the photos in his phone, like she did with Albert's. HAHA. She's like the Photo Police lah. So funny. Then Guo Jun went, 'Eh, later you see my naked pictures, dont cry ah.' (or something along that line.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics tutorial was quite entertaining, for a while. Mr Kwek brought balloons to demonstrate something about Thermal Physics. Subra and Joel did the demo. Wah. When the balloon burst, Subra didnt even react lah. I got a shock; like I can fly off the chair, man. Joel was spastic. Hmm. Maybe that's his job. haha. Then everyone whipped out their phone to take a video or a pic of him and the balloon....He's going to be famous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha. Later, Physics lecture was painful. Literally, painful. Yuling, Amy and I got bored. I was telling lame jokes. Then childish Amy wanted to play scissors, paper, stone. The winner gets to hit. OUCH. I got hit a few times lah. AND Yuling purposely keep poking my bruise! Argh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that Xinyi has the ability to talk to non-living things! She was writing, then her pencil lead broke and she went, 'Pain'. Honestly.... haha. She was also my tour guide for today. I tell you, she's the BEST tour guide to AVOID. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school, we went to the treehouse to slack our time away. We talked about the guys' cheesy pick-up lines. Very funny. Then, I told them how the ex-PSLs in Cedar brought us to the Bball court, made all of us lie down and place our heads on each other's tummy...but once one starts laughing, the rest will also laugh, man. Yuling wanted to try, so she rested her head on my tummy(like a pillow). haha =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember that my head was on Sarah's tummy!! hahaha. It was waaaaaaayyyyy back in Sec 1. Do you people still remember?? It was fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jocelyn showed her spastic side today. She told us she lost her shoebag!! With her relatively new and expensive track shoes in it... She was super adamant that she brought it with her. But Xinyi and I were like, 'No lah. You sure or not?? I dont remember seeing you carry it around.' So, we went to look for it at the classrooms, GO, canteen and lost and found. Still nothing. AND I was still sure that she didnt have it with her during the very first lesson. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Xinyi started saying that she seemed to have seen her carrying the bag. But then....we found the bag on the canteen table!!!!! She didnt bring it with her since assembly!!! hahaha. GOSH. Talk about spastic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me doubt my memory only... haha. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah got secret admirer. AND Sus solved my code! So fast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the rainbow after the rain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-608070033556932380?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/608070033556932380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=608070033556932380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/608070033556932380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/608070033556932380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/short-day-of-every-week.html' title='The-Short-Day of every week'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7782607366862301613</id><published>2008-03-25T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:12:45.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismantle me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; remembered and thought of the lit tutorial with Mr Wee(from MJ); a symbol that represents myself. At this point, this moment, I feel terribly unsorted, messy, misplaced and stuffed. Like the stack of papers in your disorganized file. There are so many things that simply breezed pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in a hit-and-run. Of events. I desperately need to collect my thoughts. It's been centuries since I walked home smiling to myself, during my zen or, more appropriately, stoning moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Miss the long, slow walks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soccer match the other day made me realise something. I dont feel anything. VJ vs Innova. Nothing. Maybe it's the tiring weeks or something. Dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was stoning on the way home today, from the mrt to interchange...when something about a girl in front of me caught my eye. Something about the way she walked. The other next to her, had that familiar hair tied in a bun. AND THAT HUGE MOUNTAIN CLIMBING BAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it clicked. BAHIAH and MUU!!! I am uber glad that I actually had the sense to call out to them. It's been so long. I'm so glad. So happy!! Then Arra came along and widened my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful Arra then commented later on the bus that... the three of us looked depressed. No surprises there, people. haha. It's ok. We are survivors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my younger sister related to me her one hell of a dirty soccer match. Netballers vs Malay dancers. Guess who played rough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was pissed and got her revenge! haha. My favourite phrase, 'Accidentally on purpose'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her own words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Malay dance maen ganas man! Go siku siku my hips! I gO pijak their leg! Haha padan muker'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Translation: 'Malay dance play rough man! Go elbow elbow my hips! I gO step their leg! Haha serve them right')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dramatisation even funnier. VERY DRAMA. Their 'friendly' match made VJ's soccer match seem squeaky clean, without a speck of dust. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little small surprises at the end, made the whole day seem so much more beautiful. The saying, 'You make me happy' really is appropriate. hahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll go and slowly sort out my thoughts, feelings, and life. But first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7782607366862301613?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7782607366862301613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7782607366862301613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7782607366862301613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7782607366862301613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/dismantle-me.html' title='Dismantle me'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-4548404899333165887</id><published>2008-03-20T16:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:34:06.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of boredom, captured.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone always goes through this special period. It's not easy to prevent yourself from being trapped in this void. It sneaks up on you..... and eventually, you find yourself doing retarded stuff in an attempt at self-entertainment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for me, you give me a camera when I'm bored...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and stand in my way...... MUAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lights. Camera. Action:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179740479143576786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R-IihbgQhNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1Ocy3eiu-HI/s200/060720104444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember this? It's 4i's very own MONEY PLANT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But with MY money. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179741823468340466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R-IjvrgQhPI/AAAAAAAAADE/ye4d8k5EHYo/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say hello to S403's Mentos Guardian at MJC's library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179741308072264930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R-IjRrgQhOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7czooSveSKs/s200/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My brother, the usual victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179742901505131778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R-IkubgQhQI/AAAAAAAAADM/7LS2dto907M/s200/PC060040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm. Like I said&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179744026786563346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R-Ilv7gQhRI/AAAAAAAAADU/uKu34NeqAuo/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lollis! During MJ's choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179751285281293602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R-IsWbgQhSI/AAAAAAAAADc/I0P0akjup6A/s200/P3140219.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A 'lovely' dish. At 4PM's Charity Dinner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179752397677823282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R-ItXLgQhTI/AAAAAAAAADk/nAnUYm0xobY/s200/PB150012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love this. Made him jump countless times, for fun. SEXY, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yup. After this session of self-entertainment, I shall go and mug. I need to BUCK UP. Be displined, man. There's a certain desperation to keep up with all the confusion and insufferable lectures. Yeah. GO, ME!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-4548404899333165887?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4548404899333165887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=4548404899333165887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4548404899333165887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/4548404899333165887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/moments-of-boredom-captured.html' title='Moments of boredom, captured.'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZafZcui8b3M/R-IihbgQhNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1Ocy3eiu-HI/s72-c/060720104444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-1125896648270111055</id><published>2008-03-19T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:31:41.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dont-know-what feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So. I guess the milk did help. A little. At least I didnt roll around all night. I slept this time, but apparently it's not enough. I slept on the bus, on my way home. Almost missed my stop!! Even though it happens to me all the time... Ugh. Then I'll have to walk home cause I'll be too lazy to wait for the next bus to come CRAAAWWWWLLLLIIINNNNGGGGGG. I guess a little exercise does no harm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS DAY was super cool. There's like so many artsy stuff to do. Not that I participated much....but I loved the performances! ESPECIALLY THE ACAPELLA one. TOTALLY ROCKING. We should totally have our own acapella group. THOSE WHO WANNA SIGN UP, PLS QUEUE. haha. Stella's Story, West Grand Boulevard and the beatboxers totally brought the house down. But some people in the audience....hahaha. That's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BALLOONS. Too bad I didnt get one. Never mind, I ask my sis make for me. AND ONLY ME. haha. The SAM trip was super retarded. Yuling and Joel couldnt stop annoying each other!! I dont know how many times I heard them say they're tired and refuse to talk to each other....but DUH. They didnt stop. THE WHOLE DAY. hahahaha. WAH. I listen to them, I feel very tired. They're so funny lah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...randomization, people. Did this for entertainment's sake during literature lecture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 sided.&lt;br /&gt;Cornered.&lt;br /&gt;Contained.&lt;br /&gt;Restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sands of letters, fall past&lt;br /&gt;half-closed lids&lt;br /&gt;As in an hour glass;&lt;br /&gt;Calmly&lt;br /&gt;Continuously&lt;br /&gt;Monotonously&lt;br /&gt;Lulling, lulling, lulling.&lt;br /&gt;The Medicine for the mind;&lt;br /&gt;Drowsing the wandering,&lt;br /&gt;Slumbering the sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claps of thunder,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some laughter&lt;br /&gt;Roused the lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe some life&lt;br /&gt;into the living&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-1125896648270111055?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1125896648270111055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=1125896648270111055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1125896648270111055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1125896648270111055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-know-what-feeling.html' title='The Dont-know-what feeling'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-8020995772863082272</id><published>2008-03-18T19:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:27:29.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condensed thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WOW. It's been tiring. Fun, of course. Yet, I didn't have time to catch my breath and the holidays are OVER. Let's see... Today's tuesday, and it's been a WEEK. I'm exhausted already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engagement! The time everybody's been waiting for... A long time coming. And NO. Not mine, but my uncle's. WOOTS! They didnt want an elaborate event, just the necessary and the traditional cutstoms. The earliest they'd marry would be this year, Dec. Insyaallah, it'll go smoothly. Totally excited that day. Had a CEDARIAN picture taken. Yup, my aunt(who lives next door), fiancee, her sis and me! REAL COOL. haha. She looks GORGEOUS. They're a lovely couple. He was downstairs feeling nervous and she was in the room, feeling jittery. I TOTALLY LOVE THE HANTARAN AND GUBAHAN, man. Very pretty and innovative. I'm in love with cupcakes! Adorable. But too sweet sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget...MASSAGE GALORE! (haha. Sarah...smile somemore lah. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother wanted to go out. To exercise. By shopping. AT PASAR MALAM. haha. Yeah, there's one opposite the Tampines MRT. So, we went there and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got old and ancient pics of the kampung days. Way back in the 1940s. My late great-grandfather was born in 1921 and lived through the war, lost 3 sons. Will post my family tree. HUGE. BUT I WOULDNT HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY. LOVE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW. MATHS TEST. I LOOK FORWARD TO REMEDIAL(if they have one)... I totally need it. haha. OR at least a MUGGING DAY when we gather together and MUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont remind me of baddy, pls. Double ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AND FINALLY, &lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STICKERS FANTASY!!! I have this renewed love for stickers. Used to have sticker books and collected lots and lots of stickers. Had fun today, sticking ppl with stickers. STICK. haha. Reminds me of Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREEHOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. First, they all started out quite innocently by playing bridge. Then more people joined us and it was decided that we would play the IDIOTS game. Argh. DISASTER!. For me. Didnt help at all that I was BLUR. haha. POR YEE purposely PROMOTE IDIOTS lah. AIYOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO DO A FORFEIT!! So embarrasssing. I'm supposed to be a refined, young lady, you know. haha. Oh man, I'll never forget it. But Por Yee was very nice and did the action with me in front of the taekwando people. Joel was so funny... Yuling also became an idiot after trying so hard. hahaaha. What's meant to be, will be. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm just misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, lah. =D I had fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was really fun. Played touch rugby today! WOWWOWWOWWOWWOWWOWWOW. Terence's and Wei Lun's Grand Finale was the best!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had insomnia for 2 days now. Mostly rolled around on sunday, and drifted yesterday. After all the events, I'm really tired. I need SLEEP. BEAUTY SLEEP. A spa would be nice too... Anyways, tomorrow's Arts Day. I'm looking forward to it. Hope Felicia can join us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-8020995772863082272?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8020995772863082272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=8020995772863082272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8020995772863082272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/8020995772863082272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/condensed-thoughts.html' title='Condensed thoughts'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7310645057311407994</id><published>2008-03-11T19:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:07:10.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meet-Lots-of-People Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Studying isn't usually way high up on my list of things-to-do. Most of the time, it isnt even ON the list. haha. But really glad that I went to the library with Muu and Safiah. It's amazing what happened after we left the library. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's the list of people we saw today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- this guy in Muu's lit class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- this other guy in MJ &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Saf wanted to ask him if he is who he is....but she chickened out. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Bahiah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Diyana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Two other MJ guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I saw Yara, but I dont think she saw me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Timothy &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(He said I looked thinner. Eh, you mean I used to look fatter lah? haha. I'm happy though. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- An ex-cedarian. Our batch. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(dont know her know name. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Muu's friend &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(saw her in the toilet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Safiah's friend. Also called Safiah. haha &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(the Safiahs, man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Yuslyana &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Her shoes MADE by ADLIN are LOVELY and GORGEOUS! haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND HIM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One opportunity missed. But unexpectedly, another presented itself...today. haha. I thought he looked familiar, then after a while...it struck me. haha. What can i say, man?&lt;/em&gt; Slow rate of diffusion.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muu was funny lah. She realised who he was, then she choked on something. haha. Her saliva? Dont know. But her reaction so funny.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jolene and I both miss MR WEE!! haha. The totally cool and amazing Lit teacher in MJ. hmmmm. I think his voice is mesmerising. There's something about the way he speaks.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Talking about speaking.... I miss the korean classes with Zhiyun. It's been a while and I think I'm losing touch. By the way, Felicia has been trying to get us to join badminton. I'm not sure yet. Maybe I'll go see. Saying that she's excited at the thought of being in badminton would totally be an understatement. haha. She's hysterical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;In the meantime, I've been getting free chinese lessons from Yuling and the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;3 new stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;- Qi hu hu = angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;- Pao pao cha = bubble tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;- mountain gui gui = mountain tortoise?? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I realise that we may be in the same school but circumstances dont allow us to see each other much. And really, it's a sad thing. Zhiyun and I found that it won't be easy to find a shoulder to cry on. Or someone to run to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7310645057311407994?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7310645057311407994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7310645057311407994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7310645057311407994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7310645057311407994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-lots-of-people-day.html' title='The Meet-Lots-of-People Day'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-1626815219553962315</id><published>2008-03-10T18:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:58:55.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrichor - The smell of rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had harmonica camp. SUPPOSEDLY a camp, which lasted for 3 hours. Did you know that you can SUCK on a harmo? I HAD NO IDEA. But can you imagine 3 HOURS of BLOWING and SUCKING on a piece of cold metal?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I totally have new found respect for the harmonica man who plays wonderful songs on the streets, blowing and sucking away all day. Simply changing from one note to another requires THINKING. (I dont think often, so that I dont waste my brain power. haha) Then you got to AIM and FIRE. CONFIDENTLY. (Must aim to produce a PURE sound, man) My lips went numb and my mouth got muscle cramps..... You know, with all that mouth and lips exercise, we might all end up good kissers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy, Yuling and I went to study. At VS hostel canteen. It was like... WOW. The compound so nice. Scary though. SCHOOL HOLIDAY and we go STUDY. But, because of Yuling, being the usual hungry vacuum cleaner she always is, we stopped by VS's canteen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw Ryan and Guo Jun. haha. Bet they were happy to see us lah. haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, on my FIRST visit to their canteen and I already got TEASED by the canteen uncle. UNBELIEVABLE. hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later, as an act of liberation, we attacked Amy's pile of chocolates and played bridge! Tutored by the 'expert'.....mass-dancer Junren. But I still blur lah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a good day. Besides the fact that we walked for 15 mins in the rain... THANKS AH, AMY. haha. Luckily, the smell of rain was comforting. I love it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I remember what my mom said, '1st day of JC1 is the same as the 1st day of cedar, what... only now got boys lah.' hahaha. Good point. It's only been a few weeks and yet I already feel....sian. There isn't much to look forward to. Except for the wonderful people I see in school. The lectures and tutorials can be a torture. Well, most of the time it is. It's ok. I'm a SURVIVOR. haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I'm in VJ.. sometimes, I dont feel like I'm myself. Then other times, I'm me. Cedar still felt more homely and welcoming to me. Too bad, Cedar's different now. So, basically... I'm a confused kid. But confused is good. Cause it shows an attempt to think. haha. Agreed? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, agreed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, now that we've put the issue of my thinking abilities aside.... I'm now 17!! Wohoo! I was so happy at this realisation that I went to rent NC16 DVDs. haaha. So here's the bonus DVDs review:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAD BIRDS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(NC16)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summary: A group of bank robbers were on the run when they were forced to seek refuge in an abandoned house. Then, strange things started to happen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-It's terrible and rubbish. It's SUPPOSED to be a horror movie. But I almost fell asleep watching it. MIND YOU. I RARELY fall asleep while watching movie one. But this show was simply terrible. Totally no connection to the title of the movie, and at the end of the movie.... I only remember seeing only ONE dead bird. NO LINK. I think the only NC16 scene was the bank robbery when they blew a civilian's head off. So, DONT BOTHER. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly, how did it get released? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Recommended only if you want to DIE of BOREDOM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARTIAN CHILD (PG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summary: A man had just lost his wife, and toys with the idea of adopting a child. He eventually decided to adopt and was attracted to this boy, who thinks he's from MARS. Yup. The boy even has his own martian language and code. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- It's very heartwarming to see how the boy tries to fit in and 'complete his mission and learn the human ways'. Oh yeah, he also wears a weight belt made out of batteries.... so that he doesnt float away due to MARS'S strong attraction. (He was actually afraid that he'd disappear the way his parents did.) I believe the movie showed how the boy copes with the loss of his parents and the acceptance of the care and love he didnt have in a long while. By the way, the man is a writer who writes science fiction (space stories, lah). Or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Recommended as a family movie. Erm..some scenes are tear-inducing and some are funny. Quite nice. =D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-1626815219553962315?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1626815219553962315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=1626815219553962315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1626815219553962315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/1626815219553962315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/petrichor-smell-of-rain.html' title='Petrichor - The smell of rain'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187304694366947734.post-7361049596763797030</id><published>2008-03-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:32:21.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My not-so-humble abode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      So here it is. The fruit of my labour. haha. NIL SINE LABORE. Not a very pleasing-to-the-eye kind of blog, it's not pink, it's troublesome.. But hey, it's SOMETHING. A SPOT for ME and people in my life. YEAH, YOU. Honoured or not? Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A note of warning&lt;/strong&gt;: I may not make sense to you. Sometimes, I dont even make sense to ME. &lt;strong&gt;I AM MARLI&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Please use both sides of your paper-       =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;      Had class lunch today with 08s53! The first for the 2nd intakers. haha. Too bad Xinyi and Amy werent there. We were a total noisy bunch! Haha. Joel may talk in FRONT of the bus, but people at the BACK  can hear. No wonder he's the DINOSAUR. ROARS. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;      They actually wanted to go thai pan and eat. From morning they were talking about BUTTER SOTONG. haha. But then they decided to go BANQUET because of me. SO SWEET of them. I'm the only malay girl in class, so when they found out that thai pan isnt halal.... WOW. They are soooooo nice. hahaha. After that, the others went ARCADE while me, Felicia and SIAO Yuling went SHOPPING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;      AT GIANT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;     hahahaha. SO FUN!! WOHOO!! Amazingly, Felicia can fit into the TROLLEY! I thought she so fat one.... haha. Kidding. Yuling bounces ALL OVER the place. Albert and Joel skips. hahaha. School ended at 12:45 pm! The catalyst and stimulant for such HIGHNESS. heh. Oh yeah, Albert's bottle so cute! It deserves a mention in my honourable spot. HEHEHE. Then they went to watch THE LEAP YEARS. Er, I went home. haha. CURFEW, PEOPLE. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;      Somehow, Albert (i think) managed to persuade the guys. Wah, CT rep. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;      Not bad, I guess. Still trying. Still a little lost. But it'll get better. Like SarahJ says, 'Tomorrow will be a good day!' Argh. I miss 4i. Me and Zhiyun. I like my class. I like the people in my class. I LOVE my sayangs, darlings and mirandas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;      Wah. My heart so big. JOHNNY DEPP, sorry, must squeeze a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;      I'm tired. I'm sleepy and my FLOWERY vocab is dying. haha. So, adieos amigos, aku nak berambus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;      Sigh, my malay. FATHIYAH! MELAYU BOLEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(Felicia thinks her maid is a supersonic robot. WOW.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187304694366947734-7361049596763797030?l=lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7361049596763797030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187304694366947734&amp;postID=7361049596763797030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7361049596763797030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187304694366947734/posts/default/7361049596763797030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisbeautifulpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-not-so-humble-abode.html' title='My not-so-humble abode'/><author><name>Marliyana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
