<?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-4240061063373124474</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:31:35.396+08:00</updated><category term='Random Stuff'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Different views, different perspective</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This blog shows blog post only in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out my current blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-may-zing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.a-may-zing.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4240061063373124474-2840731599274095702?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2840731599274095702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-blog-shows-blog-post-only-in-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2840731599274095702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2840731599274095702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-blog-shows-blog-post-only-in-2009.html' title='Blog Post'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5377026985299442217</id><published>2009-08-06T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Lerlyn says HAIIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Mucking around with Lerlyn &amp;amp;&amp;amp; attempting to bully her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lerlyn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh my, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeemon: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o__O you guys are married?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lerlyn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*embarrassed like hell* Same thing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love that south african bee-yatch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, Lerlyn wanna blog for me so I'm passing the laptop to her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi im lerlyn talking on May's blog goo me yay lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im May's freind but im scared of her, she thinks that im only joking but i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am really serious Im so scared for her lol.  But still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love her because she makes me laugh, but no when she gets violent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I don't mean to scare you, love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I shall update this page later...&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/4240061063373124474-5377026985299442217?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5377026985299442217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/lerlyn-says-haiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5377026985299442217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5377026985299442217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/lerlyn-says-haiiii.html' title='Lerlyn says HAIIII'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7779329962781793586</id><published>2009-08-06T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Annoying friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Some people are honestly annoying me right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;WHY SHOULD I?! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, why should I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why cant it be you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does it always have to start with me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to you:&lt;/span&gt; We aren't close, never have been, NEVER will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to you:&lt;/span&gt; we were once close, but not anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to you:&lt;/span&gt; What happen to the YOU?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't owe you guys &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ANYTHING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-7779329962781793586?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7779329962781793586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoying-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7779329962781793586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7779329962781793586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoying-friends.html' title='Annoying friends'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2148261962294985892</id><published>2009-08-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Update on Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello! So just updating you guys on life at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life at the moment is like a roller coaster.. some days seems to be good, some days seems to be bad but overall, its pretty alright! Right now I'm so confused..I'm not exactly sure where I belong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Here, there..no where. &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, where do I belong?! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one I can ask for help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or it feels like that anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Blogging is starting to seem like a chore o__O&lt;br /&gt;I think you guys know what that means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;maybe its really over~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2148261962294985892?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2148261962294985892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-on-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2148261962294985892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2148261962294985892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-on-life.html' title='Update on Life'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5995659987707187292</id><published>2009-08-04T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Blogging in school, crime?! NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Blogging in school!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;currently in art..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently my art folio is due next week and I haven't got anything done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-faints-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt; stuff left undone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ah, I hate myself -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, got human biology next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;hopefully time flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I guess I have to end it here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time for me to pack up my art stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see you aliens later-r-r-r!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-5995659987707187292?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5995659987707187292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-in-school-crime-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5995659987707187292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5995659987707187292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-in-school-crime-not.html' title='Blogging in school, crime?! NOT.'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6264084536584037962</id><published>2009-08-03T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Jay Chou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jay Chou is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC LEGEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before in previous post, my dad bought me the Jay Chou 2007 World Tour DVD and I have to say, he is honestly awesome. Yesterday night, I watched it on my big theater screen and I did feel like I was watching actually THERE. It was honestly a-MAY-zing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect tone he can hit every single time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; most singers sound like a little off during live performance but Jay?&lt;br /&gt;SPOT-ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after watching his performance yesterday, I have to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite singer of all time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope he releases ALOT more album in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 271px; height: 406px;" alt="http://english.cri.cn/mmsource/images/2006/10/11/Jay.jpg" src="http://english.cri.cn/mmsource/images/2006/10/11/Jay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;pretty sure I started listening to Chinese music cause of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6264084536584037962?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6264084536584037962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/jay-chou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6264084536584037962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6264084536584037962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/jay-chou.html' title='Jay Chou'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5840903632021205507</id><published>2009-08-03T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I'm so pissed! Gay english..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm so pissed with myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kinda like a volcano waiting to erupt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did my inclass essay &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I think flunked it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAJORLY! &lt;/span&gt;I didn't answer the question at all because I didn't actually understand it so I didn't relate back to the question in my essay. I was struggling so much that when Ms Pereira said '10 minutes left', I just finished my 2nd paragraph! So in the last 10 minute, I had to write another paragraph &amp;amp; my conclusion which if you have a good imagination, know that I didn't do it well at all. Why? All because I didn't understand the question so all my concluding sentence did not relate back to the stoopid damm question. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't bad enough, it was weighted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;15%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is like worth half of our exam score!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EPIC FAIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! I'm not really in a mood to blog, today's day went pretty fast for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyways, I'm off to chuck a sad.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-5840903632021205507?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5840903632021205507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-so-pissed-gay-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5840903632021205507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5840903632021205507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-so-pissed-gay-english.html' title='I&amp;#39;m so pissed! Gay english..'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6792620489266957675</id><published>2009-08-02T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>*slits wrist*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slits wrist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In-class essay tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6792620489266957675?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6792620489266957675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/slits-wrist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6792620489266957675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6792620489266957675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/slits-wrist.html' title='*slits wrist*'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2766033326477537817</id><published>2009-08-01T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Yay! I received prezzies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We'll one big family again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came back from Singapore yesterday &amp;amp;&amp;amp; obviously..I received prezzies!&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Newest Superman Shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 297px; height: 344px;" alt="http://www.superherostuff.com/characters/Superman/images/superman_logo_t_shirt_royal_blue_2.jpg" src="http://www.superherostuff.com/characters/Superman/images/superman_logo_t_shirt_royal_blue_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;^ Except, MINE'S cooler with Japanese writing on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jay Chou 2007 World Tour DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.asiadbshop.com/catalog/images/Jay%20Chou%202007%20World%20Tour%20Concert%20Live%20(DVD%20+%202CD).jpg" src="http://www.asiadbshop.com/catalog/images/Jay%20Chou%202007%20World%20Tour%20Concert%20Live%20%28DVD%20+%202CD%29.jpg" width="395" height="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JJ Lin - The Best DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.cultural-china.com/chinaWH/upload/allImg/2008-12/11/lin_jun_jie20081211061258.jpg0.jpg" src="http://www.cultural-china.com/chinaWH/upload/allImg/2008-12/11/lin_jun_jie20081211061258.jpg0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-cant find original disc cover on google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fahrenheit Newest Album (CDs &amp;amp; Dvds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 413px; height: 287px;" alt="http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/585c03d61b81223f65bafb90d2f76bd71235572566_full.jpg" src="http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/585c03d61b81223f65bafb90d2f76bd71235572566_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MP3 Player - The Kube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://ollo.sg/images/p_feature.jpg" src="http://ollo.sg/images/p_feature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;^ Yes, its the size of a dice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; also, digital watch, lots of jeans, shirts, face wash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh..the zinc bag :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought the wrong one, in fact..I think its a little TOO small!&lt;br /&gt;Probably won't wear it to school! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That's about it! ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum lost her voice, when she talks..it sounds she's whispering!&lt;br /&gt;*whisper* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GET WELL SOON MUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyways, tons of assignment due next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bah! how dare you rule my life?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Just heard from my parents that my cousin got expelled for fighting in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;don't be a gangster anymore..it serves you no good! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2766033326477537817?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2766033326477537817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-i-received-prezzies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2766033326477537817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2766033326477537817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-i-received-prezzies.html' title='Yay! I received prezzies!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6255909280606091881</id><published>2009-07-30T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Cant wait for..TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I cant wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW! &lt;/span&gt;The amount of excitement I have in my blood right now is just overwhelming. The THOUGHT of knowing that tomorrow, I will be getting more clothes &amp;amp; my zinc bags &amp;amp;&amp;amp; karaoke cds just gets me REALLY, really  excited!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -jumps up &amp;amp; down-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my parents will only be reaching Perth at NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means tomorrow..will be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;I am so thankful I don't have a English Essay tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;^___^ I love it when things gets postponed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*squeals*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoohaa, I got back my human biology test today! I'm so happy! I passed! Well, passing would be good  but I passed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAY MORE&lt;/span&gt; than the passing mark? If that makes sense! To make it EVEN better, my extended answer was worth 10 marks and I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;10 marks &lt;/span&gt;for it! I have never gotten 10/10 BEFORE! First time ever! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super proud of myself~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Assembly tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its just for the year 12's? I'm not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having assembly &amp;amp; missing class = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope assembly goes for like 1 hour then I'll miss Childhood Studies! Boring class, that is!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, IF I'm not wrong, tomorrow is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt; day for the student-teacher! That's what Mr Mulligan told me! He is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY &lt;/span&gt;going to be here for this week! If I SEE him next week, gosh! I will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOODY to the maximum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, I ACTUALLY learnt something from that teacher today!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or, maybe I'm just using Jessie's pencil that she gave me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah! I'm looking forward to tomorrow but the day will be LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;I'm in deep shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Thorne said we can earn 3 easy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; marks if we show him an organized file with all the 'apply your knowledge' questions done &amp;amp; all the glossary completed! That 3 marks is not going to be easy for me to get because, I don't do 'apply your knowledge' question &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I think I threw away some human biology stuff last holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHOOT ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its going to be the HARDEST 3 mark EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA! Apparently I'm a facebook stalker! I'm like Top 10 stalker on everyone's list!&lt;br /&gt;o.O Guess this shows how must I lurk on facebook...&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/4240061063373124474-6255909280606091881?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6255909280606091881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-wait-fortomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6255909280606091881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6255909280606091881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-wait-fortomorrow.html' title='Cant wait for..TOMORROW!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6983104037383858737</id><published>2009-07-29T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>What an a-MAY-zing day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; day to catch up on homework &amp;amp; studies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was also a great day cause I woke up later than usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling where you wake up &amp;amp; you feel so lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause your not at school &amp;amp; everyone else is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;yeah, that's how I felt today(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been having a better sleep then I had today but Marie decided to wake me up cause she thought I was late for school. Only when I got up and stared at her through sleepy eyes did she remember that I wasn't going to school today. She ended her little 'mistake' by laughing quietly to herself and then left my room to get ready for TAFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tonight, I'm going to be doing homework &amp;amp;&amp;amp; maybe even more studying!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I'll go on MSN later in the night just to reward myself!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;My parents are coming back in 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as much as I cant wait for them to come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cant wait for the things they bought me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*squeals in excitement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cant wait! Cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to studies now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;person is pissing me off &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we'll not even on talking terms..&lt;br /&gt;just seeing him in real life and on facebook pisses me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d'uh! I'm going to go sew my eyes up now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6983104037383858737?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6983104037383858737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-a-may-zing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6983104037383858737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6983104037383858737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-a-may-zing-day.html' title='What an a-MAY-zing day!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7785523906770947607</id><published>2009-07-28T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey all, I'm sorry for my emo-ness yesterday. I wasn't feeling too good yesterday. Thank you for everyone that cheered me up &amp;amp; gave me advice! Thank you very much! If it wasn't for you guys, I would still feel really upset &amp;amp; disappointed today. I mean, right now..there's no doubt I am disappointed with myself but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE &lt;/span&gt;tried! I really have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the helpful advice, Gwen, Auntie Jo, Jessie, Mandy, Cassie, Wei &amp;amp;&amp;amp; many others ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;yeah, I copied that from facebook in case you guys didn't read it (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, starting from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;, I WILL be studying double hard! Put in double the effort and hope for the best! So, hopefuly I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;JIA YOU&lt;/span&gt; all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm semi-inspired by a childhood friend. If she managed to get where she is, why cant I? That's so true! I bet her will power is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x10000&lt;/span&gt; stronger than mine. Toughen up May! Toughen up! If I'm on MSN from now on, I won't be online long. I have a tendency of logging on MSN even though I'm not going to be at the computer for the next few hours so if I don't answer your conversation, I'm not there! (not ignoring you guys or anything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my laptop also has a tendency of restarting itself...&lt;br /&gt;so I never receive any conversations I missed earlier~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again, I'm not ignoring you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; If I was, I would have blocked or/and deleted you off my msn list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, human biology test was bad! I studied really hard for my test today. Its not good. Not good. I DID study, I did seek help. All I can do now is just hope for the best! *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;essay and my english teacher marked it and I failed both...&lt;br /&gt;apparently after the holidays, my method of writing essay is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I need to elaborate more..If the issue was just to elaborate, I wouldn't get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11/30&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life sucks~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting this result doesn't make me feel  proud of myself at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;My face is pimple populated~&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/4240061063373124474-7785523906770947607?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7785523906770947607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7785523906770947607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7785523906770947607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3293922739914139888</id><published>2009-07-27T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>I need a hug..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; torn&lt;/span&gt; apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;im hopeless in everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug, but I don't deserve a hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4240061063373124474-3293922739914139888?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3293922739914139888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-hug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3293922739914139888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3293922739914139888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-hug.html' title='I need a hug..'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1925114854831486736</id><published>2009-07-26T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>FML! Did I really deserve it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May's sick! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wore &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHORTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to tuition!&lt;br /&gt;of course, there would be nothing wrong with that..unless, its winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, like everyone was staring at my pants &amp;amp; legs...&lt;br /&gt;it would be cool if I had nice legs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; nice pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those people at my tuition was probably thinking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; you asian!&lt;br /&gt;ching chong chinese, you just come here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I had army shorts on &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my leg is fat &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(like always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so good job may! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt; assignments its not funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cant blog, must do homework! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lerlyn woke up early today for church, she and she text me, 'are you going to church?'. Obviously she went to church! When I woke up (which was after mass), I told her, I'm not cause my parents are in Singapore. She then texted me back and called me a 'lazy shit' for not going to mass &amp;amp; leaving her as a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O_____O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure someone needs to go confession for swearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Still love Lerlyn! That silly south african of a bee-yatch! (:&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/4240061063373124474-1925114854831486736?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1925114854831486736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml-did-i-really-deserve-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1925114854831486736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1925114854831486736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml-did-i-really-deserve-it.html' title='FML! Did I really deserve it?'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3092230493856662835</id><published>2009-07-24T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Yay! Weekends! *rejoice*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Wooo~ The weekend has officially begun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let's hope this weekend never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty shit today!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I mentioned I had a maths problem solving test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I farked it up pretty badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average score was like 68-70 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I got WAYYY lower than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So fcuk you maths. honestly, fcuk you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of Maths, we had a student-teacher today. Apparently he's going to be teaching us for the next few weeks. Like honestly, Maths doesn't get any better, does it? Well, let me tell you what happened..he was attempting to teach us a new topic &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I had no idea what the hell he was going on about. Like honestly, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO CLUELESS!&lt;/span&gt; So anyways, he was going through the answer then when he finished explaining, he immediately &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUBBED&lt;/span&gt; the answer off - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like in the span of 10 seconds!&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even finish writing down the answers so I was going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP HIM&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, just as I was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ABOUT&lt;/span&gt; too, the asian-ness got to me...&lt;br /&gt;so all that came out of my mouth was... Errrrrrrr &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it was freaking loud!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I thought was pretty funny, cause usually I don't say a thing!&lt;br /&gt;but like, he took no notice of me &amp;amp; kept rubbing the things off!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I just be taught by Mr Mulligan?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want student-teacher! ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want student-teacher! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want student-teacher! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want student-teacher! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want student-teacher! ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its super unfair though.. the other maths class got taught by Mr Mulligan!&lt;br /&gt;-cries- Being taught by a student-teacher really waste my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no offence, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went Livingston with Steph and Nick Ting!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Thank Joo Steph for my hot chocolate grande! *huggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the library tomorrow with Kyle to study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to really try my absolute hardest in Maths &amp;amp; Human Biology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those 2 subjects are weighing my results down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend guys~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-3092230493856662835?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3092230493856662835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-weekends-rejoice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3092230493856662835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3092230493856662835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-weekends-rejoice.html' title='Yay! Weekends! *rejoice*'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-877481195994411696</id><published>2009-07-23T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>I *heart* Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I actually like Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, for today..anyways!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that not having AIT makes my day, really god damm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; cold in the morning hey?  I was nearly frozen stiff in bed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; because it was so cold, it was an awesome day to sleep in! Alas, I couldn't sleep in thanks to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Maths in-class problem solving today and I actually thought it was easy! How is that possible? I will never EVER think Maths is easy! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTIME &lt;/span&gt;I find Maths easy, I end up failing it because it was actually a trick question! Well Mr Mulligan's a fast marker so we shall see my results tomorrow. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pass, I would be overjoyed! If I fail, the damm maths manage to beat my ass again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My human biology class is awesome yet not awesome at times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, they aren't THAT awesome..but funny at times! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I rushed through my assignment because apparently Mr Thorne said it was due &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;. So rushed through it and when I finally got it done, I felt a sense of achievement! Then today, my classmates were complaining to Mr Thorne that the other class got till next Tuesday and that Mr Thorne should be fair and postpone the due date of the assignment to next Tuesday. So, yeah! The assignment is now due next Tuesday! *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well! More time to study for my test on Tuesday! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;O-M-G! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna attend the Sunday tuition for English and Maths anymore but my mum's already paid for it. Can refund?! I'm not happy that my tuition is smack bang in the afternoon &amp;amp; my whole Sunday is wasted just because of tuition! Annoying, much? *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah~ Anyways, I'm off to do homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;approximately 46 days of school left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-877481195994411696?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/877481195994411696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/877481195994411696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/877481195994411696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-thursday.html' title='I *heart* Thursday!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-49055518215250005</id><published>2009-07-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>We need YOUR help! Yes, YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, basically..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaw-jeee.tumblr.com/post/144650587/peopleoftheinternet"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click on the link)&lt;/span&gt; needs your help!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her aim: &lt;/span&gt;Making a video for youtube to promote &lt;a href="http://globalpovertyproject.com/"&gt;globalpovertyproject.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, she needs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; help!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically she is planning to make a collage of loads of different people's photographs with a voice over and upload it on youtube. Yep! That's right, she needs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR &lt;/span&gt;photograph! However, here's the catch! Your picture is going to include a sign saying one of the 3 things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) &lt;/b&gt;1.4 billion reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) &lt;/b&gt;Global Poverty Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) &lt;/b&gt;Help Eradicate Extreme Poverty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once your done, email the picture to &lt;i&gt;im-hk@live.com.au&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST DAY = 26th JULY 2009. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your a blogger, feel free to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re-blog&lt;/span&gt; this!&lt;br /&gt;You can copy &amp;amp; paste this on your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spread the message~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon everyone will be on the ball to attack the evil villain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXTREME POVERTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for your help~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-49055518215250005?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/49055518215250005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-need-your-help-yes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/49055518215250005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/49055518215250005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-need-your-help-yes-you.html' title='We need YOUR help! 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Its either I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; suck in putting on make-up and ended up looking like a clown&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OR&lt;/span&gt; I look different from usual so alot of people kept glancing at my direction. By recess, I started to feel really vain! I was scared my make-up was smudge so I made frequent visit to the bathroom. At lunch, I realized my make-up smudged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my worst nightmare came true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; visits to the bathroom today to look at my make-up in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bah, today I was vain to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maximum&lt;/span&gt; please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school was alright. It was pretty boring &amp;amp; I couldn't exactly concentrate but you know, you get that sometimes when you just came back from a lovely holiday. Mr Thorne wrote this on the board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50 years of working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My dad always told me, I have 50 years of working..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all you have now before school ends in 50 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how, when he said that..it seems like school's just about to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cant wait. cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'll miss school life one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so I shall treasure it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I cant wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;UNIVERSITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's if I can even get into university!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, funniest thing happened today in AIT!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't exactly paying attention so I'm not sure what Ms Thomas was going on about but she suddenly said WONTON! Asians, you know what that is, right?! Its a form of dumbling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 294px; height: 246px;" alt="http://www.frick.nu/food/uploaded_images/wonton-790867.jpg" src="http://www.frick.nu/food/uploaded_images/wonton-790867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its pronounced &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAN-TAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she said WON-TUN &amp;amp; everyone was like O__0 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized she was saying WONTON! Man, it sounded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Gillian was laughing like mad! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*unable to breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when school starts, there are homework to be completed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; therefore, I have homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;To the person from Sydney that e-mailed me!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; clear&lt;/span&gt; difference between COOK &amp;amp; CHEF!&lt;br /&gt;Julie = COOK!&lt;br /&gt;Poh = CHEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;COOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone can be a cook..it takes someone GREAT to become a chef!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Not saying my mum isn't a great cook! She doesn't have a passion for cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually do have more evidence AGAINST Julie! I just didn't type it all up there...&lt;br /&gt;Julie has actually stuffed up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; challenge so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;don't believe, go to the masterchef result &amp;amp; watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie has been in the bottom 3 MORE times than Poh!&lt;br /&gt;Poh has been in the top 3 MORE times than Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the judges said in the news that Julie was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO CLOSE&lt;/span&gt; to being eliminated but they decided to eliminate Chis instead! Apparently because Julie had better ideas for her cookbook. Julie became Australia's first masterchef by pure luck and also because she's one pro in sucking up to the judges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay! Poh seems to have a BETTER prize than Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh gets to work with Curtis team for 1 month in LA!&lt;br /&gt;O-M-G! While all Julie gets is 100,000 &amp;amp; a cookbook contract...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if your a true chef...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience in the cooking world is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; better than 100,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; don't bother replying back about my post on e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;appreciate your e-mail though~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has an opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; in my opinion, Poh is the WINNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Guest/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 125px;" alt="http://www.throng.com.au/files/u1388/poh.jpg" src="http://www.throng.com.au/files/u1388/poh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Did you know, Poh is such a GREAT, GREAT artist?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.pohlingyeow.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; of course a great cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how can we ever forget that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-3681772149979101020?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3681772149979101020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-back-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3681772149979101020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3681772149979101020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-back-at-school.html' title='First day back at school.'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2066761674462806330</id><published>2009-07-20T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Your my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you are sad, I will dry your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you are scared, I will comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;When you are worried, I will give you hope.&lt;br /&gt;                          When you are confused, I will help you cope.&lt;br /&gt;          And when you are lost, And can't see the light.&lt;br /&gt;                           I shall be your beacon shining ever so bright.&lt;br /&gt;                                 This is my oath. I pledge till the end.&lt;br /&gt;                        Why you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Because your my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2066761674462806330?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2066761674462806330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2066761674462806330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2066761674462806330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-my-friend.html' title='Your my friend'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2138375235171500707</id><published>2009-07-20T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>School! Yay! -ish sarcastic-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;School tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can hardly contain my excitement! &lt;img style="width: 29px; height: 29px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkPkLx7FXSI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/uq-L6Hrg3sw/s1600/bummed.gif" alt="[bummed.gif]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-skips in circles like a loser-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday I have to say has turned out to  be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 22px; height: 22px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkU07Ojq_gI/AAAAAAAAF7A/mWwvF3FQAg4/s1600/a.bmp" alt="[a.bmp]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apart from the fact Julie won Masterchef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that was iffy cause now I own Demetria 5 bucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/Sj-bVdhmelI/AAAAAAAAF40/jDNUKmXiaN4/s1600/untitled.bmp" alt="[untitled.bmp]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;productive, if I say it has...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish holidays never end but HEY! It does...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snap fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Back to reality..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for today, I'm going to be enjoy my last day of holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone seems to be rushing last minute homework &amp;amp; studying for test..&lt;br /&gt;daydreaming that holidays should have been a wee bit longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random but in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holidays go for like 1 month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get only 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bravo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*round of applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather holidays go for like 1 month &amp;amp; we finish school later in the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;but heck, who am I to choose?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no say whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm just a teenage blogger from CVC &lt;img style="width: 29px; height: 29px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/Sj-bJ1jxYoI/AAAAAAAAF4k/XTwtq-pz0go/s1600/smiley5.gif" alt="[smiley5.gif]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2138375235171500707?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2138375235171500707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-yay-ish-sarcastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2138375235171500707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2138375235171500707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-yay-ish-sarcastic.html' title='School! Yay! -ish sarcastic-'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkPkLx7FXSI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/uq-L6Hrg3sw/s72-c/bummed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1562490835012345276</id><published>2009-07-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Masterchef is RIGGED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Masterchef is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; RIGGED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGGED I tell you! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shakes fist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, don't 'KILL' me cause you THOUGHT I said Poh won.&lt;br /&gt;I never DIRECTLY said POH won! did I? did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I said was Poh FTWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I told you, it was a surprise! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bet you guys were really surprised! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to blame someone...&lt;br /&gt;BLAME the stoopid internet person that updated and said Poh won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as Julie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; one of my favorite, in my opinion..she DOES NOT deserve to win!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, someone that cant differentiate between onion from shallot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Du'h! Is she really fit to be the winner of Masterchef?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that she has come a LONG way from the very beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;She probably DID deserve to win in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; aspects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there were only 3 of them running in the place of Australia's first masterchef..&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that MAYBE it was Julie's time to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was hoping that she didn't leave...&lt;br /&gt;but thinking about it now, it was her time to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Poh &amp;amp; Chris managed to plate up in time!&lt;br /&gt;But Julie? She &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; plate in time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing she delivered was an AWESOME speech! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bravo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome speech of how she wants her cookbook to look like!&lt;br /&gt;(: I have to admit, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BRILLIANT&lt;/span&gt; idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what good is words without action in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;So what if you have a brilliant plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cant show action that your a great masterchef &amp;amp; not plate up in the given time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have already lost half the battle of winning masterchef!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I stopped cheering for Julie was because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TOO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO TELL&lt;/span&gt; she's looking for sympathy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she showed her FINAL, FINAL dish to the judge...&lt;br /&gt;She went on this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rawr rawr &lt;/span&gt;speech trying to suck up to the judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though 'talk' may have won you the title of masterchef..&lt;br /&gt;I know who the true winner of masterchef is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;POH LING YEOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterchef was a GOOD SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;A show that was able to put the audience in a suspense mode!&lt;br /&gt;BUT the finals week was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PURE BULLSHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you don't need to plate up to win Masterchef...&lt;br /&gt;ALL you need to do is cry Niagra  Falls &amp;amp; suck up to the judges!&lt;br /&gt;then you'll stand a good chance in the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those out there that would like to join Masterchef Season 2!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a checklist that you need to stand a chance and win Masterchef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Able to cry like Niagra Falls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Able to suck up to the judges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;Be a Mum/Dad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You don't have to be a GREAT cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You don't have  to plate up on time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-1562490835012345276?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1562490835012345276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/masterchef-is-rigged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1562490835012345276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1562490835012345276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/masterchef-is-rigged.html' title='Masterchef is RIGGED!!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1124832047038478131</id><published>2009-07-19T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>No one's PURR-FECT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, I made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEW&lt;/span&gt; mistake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but hey, no one's purr-fect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Masterchef finals is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TONIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;Not Friday!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cant wait, cant wait.&lt;/span&gt; Me knowing who won masterchef doesn't kill the suspense at all! I want to know what was the FINAL challenge Poh and Julie had to do. So remember, if your a masterchef viewer, its TONIGHT! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; another mistake..school starts on tuesday, not monday!&lt;br /&gt;wooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just had to clear that up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways..this holidays has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I actually went out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; this holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys enjoyed your holidays as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Who invented holidays? &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkPkLx7FXSI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/uq-L6Hrg3sw/s1600-h/bummed.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351371673277127970" style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkPkLx7FXSI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/uq-L6Hrg3sw/s400/bummed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to go thank that person! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/Sj-bJ1jxYoI/AAAAAAAAF4k/XTwtq-pz0go/s1600/smiley5.gif" alt="[smiley5.gif]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I'll be packing my room which currently looks like my room just got robbed. There's stuff on the floor, bed, table. Man, my table..there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MUCH &lt;/span&gt;stuff on it, you wouldn't even guess I had a table there. I'm one messy person its not funny. &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkU07bVp-EI/AAAAAAAAF7I/3QszmcVznIw/s1600/censored.gif" alt="[censored.gif]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY if I pack my room finish, I can actually get my last minute homework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pokes AIT* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school on my blog = &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mostly depressing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its not me ranting about homework, its subjects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term, I shall TRY and have a more positive look on school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS AWESOME! &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkU07Ojq_gI/AAAAAAAAF7A/mWwvF3FQAg4/s1600/a.bmp" alt="[a.bmp]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS AWESOME! &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkU07Ojq_gI/AAAAAAAAF7A/mWwvF3FQAg4/s1600/a.bmp" alt="[a.bmp]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS AWESOME! &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkU07Ojq_gI/AAAAAAAAF7A/mWwvF3FQAg4/s1600/a.bmp" alt="[a.bmp]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Who am I kidding?!&lt;br /&gt;Everything on my blog should be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TRUE&lt;/span&gt; so I shall not lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant say I like school when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CERTAIN&lt;/span&gt; things about school like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Recess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't love recess?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't love recess?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assembly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Not the ones that goes on during advocate!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only the ones that takes over class time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FINAL bell = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;music to my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apart from those&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; 4 &lt;/span&gt;things, school really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;None of my classes this year are actually fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss Year 11 Geography class! ;____;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the class party we ALWAYS have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its like the only class I felt like I belong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna rewind back time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Must treasure awesome moments! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you never realize how important something they were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until its no longer there~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4240061063373124474-1124832047038478131?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1124832047038478131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-one-purr-fect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1124832047038478131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1124832047038478131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-one-purr-fect.html' title='No one&amp;#39;s PURR-FECT!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jv7frR00oXA/SkPkLx7FXSI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/uq-L6Hrg3sw/s72-c/bummed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-4527322994702263942</id><published>2009-07-17T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Mm, twittter twits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super upset! I'm going to miss the finals of MASTERCHEF! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why? got church choir practice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I cant skip it cause its vitally important I know the tune they'll singing too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OR ELSE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a laughing stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be majorly embarrassing to sing the wrong note!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days before school start!&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I DONT WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as much as the teachers don't want us back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope time will just freeze at one spot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make the time slower than ever before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-4527322994702263942?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/4527322994702263942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/mm-twittter-twits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4527322994702263942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4527322994702263942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/mm-twittter-twits.html' title='Mm, twittter twits!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1374547776959891025</id><published>2009-07-16T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Australia's FIRST masterchef!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Australia's FIRST Masterchef!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who will it be?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, that is my FAVORITE show of all time! Let me just say, out of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; family, I am the ONLY one that watches that show &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;RELIGIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt; When eliminating someone from the competition, it always gets me on the edge of my sit. When the person I vote leaves, I literally JUMP up from my sit &amp;amp; get all excited like I'm actually the one in the competition. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; night that I missed Masterchef was when I went to watch the Back to the 80's musical but I made up for it! I went to watch it on the masterchef website instead. So technically, I have watched every single episode of Masterchef! I also watch their video diary on the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Round of applause! Thank you. Thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;See, my dedication to Masterchef!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm one faithful viewer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the FINAL 2 is POH &amp;amp; JULIE! *claps*&lt;br /&gt;My top  favorite of all time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pokes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Who do you think will win tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Poh-lercoaster?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.masterchef.com.au/images/Poh_profilepic.jpg" src="http://www.masterchef.com.au/images/Poh_profilepic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Julie-e-e-e-e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="preview-image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.masterchef.com.au/images/Julie_profilepic.jpg" alt="MasterChef Australia 2009: Julie Goodwin" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily, I don't mind who win..&lt;br /&gt;but my heart is etching for Poh to win! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asians FTW!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it funny when Poh was cooking 'Century Egg' and George smelt it and I thought he was going to faint right there on the show! OMGWASHH! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*heart*&lt;/span&gt; century egg to the maximum! Even better, salted egg! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*licks lips*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that annoys me about Masterchef is when the contestants get like 1 hour to cook a dish and obviously, that time is already very limited and George and Gary still goes around asking them, 'so what will you be cooking for us?' Cant they ask before that 1 hour starts?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*strangles the judges* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges are still... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 253px;" alt="http://images.theage.com.au/ftage/ffximage/2009/05/14/masterchef_wideweb__470x316,0.jpg" src="http://images.theage.com.au/ftage/ffximage/2009/05/14/masterchef_wideweb__470x316,0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's looks are a little intimidating! ^___-&lt;br /&gt;I get super intimidated watching even though he's not tasting my food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought intimidating people will be teachers! x)&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; wrong! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Remember how I told you I have Andre (masterchef contestant) on my facebook?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to spoil the surprise for you guys...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;but I seriously want too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASIANS&lt;/span&gt; are coolest in cooking 8)&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/4240061063373124474-1374547776959891025?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1374547776959891025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/australia-first-masterchef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1374547776959891025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1374547776959891025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/australia-first-masterchef.html' title='Australia&amp;#39;s FIRST masterchef!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3784588272697057754</id><published>2009-07-16T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>FMLIFE! FML.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Today, my life was totally FML!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library today to study and I asked Jeremy to accompany me. The plan was to meet at 11a.m and at 11a.m, the rain and wind came. My hair was blown in every direction. If that wasn't worse enough, the bus stop didn't have any shelter! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt; On the bus, met Lisa Harvey and Cameron Bates! They look SUPER cute together! Random, but yesterday night on MSN, Lisa asked me, "can you be MY asian?" I said..sure! I guess it means she owes me hey?! HAHA. Then when we reached Murdoch Train Station, we missed the train and had to wait 20 minutes for the next train! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;. I have NEVER waited THAT long for a train to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, when we reached city..we went subway to buy lunch &amp;amp; I decided to use my voucher! But guess what? It was expired, so I had to pay full price. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML. &lt;/span&gt;Then, we went to get bubble tea before we headed to the library. When we reached the library, we took out our books and put them in the locker when Jeremy realize he left his pencil case in the locker. So he had to re-open the locker and search for it then he realized later his books was covering his pencil case. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt; Then..we went to study &amp;amp; you guessed it! I left my english book in the locker downstairs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt; After studying for about 2 hours, we went downstairs to get my book from the locker and saw Felicia and Rudin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when we got to the locker, I looked through my bag and you guessed it! I THOUGHT my book was in my bag but it was actually at home.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FML. &lt;/span&gt;Then, when we got tired of studying, we decided to go play pool for half an hour so we would catch the 206 bus back. Every single pool table was taken and it was so crowded but we got to go inside the VIP room for the same price! COOL, much?! Then on the way home, we bought chicken wing and as a result of that, we missed the train by 3 minutes.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As a result, we missed the 206 bus and had to wait another 15 minutes at Murdoch Train Station. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML. &lt;/span&gt; When the 206 bus FINALLY came, you guessed it! Of ALL the bus we could have gotten, we got the VERY old bus! If that wasn't worse enough, we had a very, very old bus driver who drives REALLY slow! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You wish you had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML &lt;/span&gt;day like me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wish, you wish&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; I love www.fmylife.com! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reading about others mishaps makes me feel so lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4240061063373124474-3784588272697057754?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3784588272697057754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/fmlife-fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3784588272697057754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3784588272697057754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/fmlife-fml.html' title='FMLIFE! FML.'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5688277329152474186</id><published>2009-07-15T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Hate studying with PASSION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I hate studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate studying with such a passion, its not funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people dislike studying but they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; study dilligently, no matter what. For me, Its like asking me to face my biggest fears! Everytime I tell myself, I'll study tomorrow..I still seem to slack &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; in the end. Why is it I hate studying so much? Is it because I don't seem to understand the text? How am I going to get a place in university if I don't study? I'm not the brainy type of student that's for sure! Everyone knows that, especially my blog readers &amp;amp; my teachers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do try and become friends with the text...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try &amp;amp; understand it, try &amp;amp; know more about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but its not working! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS FAR FROM WORKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information goes through my brain from my left ear and comes out my right ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's how it feels anyways..the information never stays in my brain~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I study, I'll remember to wear a earplug on my right ear!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do YOU people study? Do you guys have the brains and I don't? When you study, does all the information process in your brain really quick and you find studying more of an enjoyment? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORCE&lt;/span&gt; myself to study! But after reading 2 pages, I will get distracted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG! Its cold...&lt;/span&gt;' - runs to get a jumper &amp;amp;&amp;amp; come back half an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooo, 'my girl' is a nice drama show to watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll read another 1 page &amp;amp; im like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'WTF?! I don't understand this...'&lt;/span&gt; - goes on MSN&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; come back like 2 hours later, Oh crap! I haven't studied today at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-slaps self-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH DAMMIT MAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just study for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;stop being a lazy ass~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; wanting to go to university?!&lt;br /&gt;im going to the library tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way I can get things done..&lt;br /&gt;when everyone at the library is there for the same purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that don't believe I'll study &amp;amp; those that don't believe I'll study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHI DA BIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; (eat shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 296px; height: 296px;" alt="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cc04OkvfCNc/RtJfz1Sk1XI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6ObjSB8Cz8U/s400/Eat_shit_and_die_sign__by_fanton.jpg" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cc04OkvfCNc/RtJfz1Sk1XI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6ObjSB8Cz8U/s400/Eat_shit_and_die_sign__by_fanton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-5688277329152474186?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5688277329152474186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-studying-with-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5688277329152474186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5688277329152474186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-studying-with-passion.html' title='Hate studying with PASSION!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cc04OkvfCNc/RtJfz1Sk1XI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6ObjSB8Cz8U/s72-c/Eat_shit_and_die_sign__by_fanton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2772412755805670241</id><published>2009-07-14T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Perth City/Northbridge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I headed to city to meet the lovely hardcore asians!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*pokes Nicole &amp;amp; Debbie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen them in ages. Really good to finally catch up with them. As usual, they got me laughing. On the bus, I saw lisyn &amp;amp; her brother and on the way back home, I was on the same bus as them again. Co-incidence much?! HAHA. Anyways, the plan was to meet at the train station at 11:45a.m and our train both arrived at the same time which I thought was super cool since I'm always the one waiting for them. HAHA! Anyways, Nicole wore this freaking huge heels, made her like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; taller but looks painful to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Nicole wanted to eat at the old KFC so we walked all the way there then I  told them I didn't feel like eating KFC so we decided to eat at 'Nao'. Not sure what the name was! HAHA! Anyways, Nicole talks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; loud! I bet I could still hear her conversation 3 tables away. Anyways, then Nicole decided to tell me a story and she's like '&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll move closer to you so you can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. Super cute cause I thought she was actually freaking loud already so I moved away!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there was this bet going on between the 2 of them on who had the ugliest picture on the drivers license. HAHA! Nicole won so apparently Debbie owes me 1 favor! But I don't think I'll use that favor for a very long time. HAHA! Then we walked around city, bought bubble tea and we went northbridge to play POOL. Super yay! Played like 3 games with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;May VS Debbie&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;May VS Nicole &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May VS both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I hit the black ball in, but I could have won x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought I was super lucky. I was pretty shock too hey! I could hit a ball and both solid balls would go in. Tsk, good time to buy lotto! ^___^ Anyways, I don't think I'll be THAT lucky in the future! Oh, also saw Wei Xiang's sister playing pool. Don't think she recognise me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then after that..we walked back to city &amp;amp; we went to buy eye make-up.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt; everytime I'm with the hardcore asians, they usually put on tester make-up for me. HEHE! I'm such a gay noob! Anyways, then we had to leave...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Anyways, it was a good day! (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love them much~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I hang out with them, we'll probably go Subiaco! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;City/Northbridge is getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; worn out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must explore~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2772412755805670241?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2772412755805670241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/perth-citynorthbridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2772412755805670241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2772412755805670241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/perth-citynorthbridge.html' title='Perth City/Northbridge!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7017981935385954942</id><published>2009-07-12T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Blogger is BORING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello! Life's pretty boring for me right now even though its the holidays. I fail in being motivated and I think you all know what that means. I haven't studied at all, today. I really should punish myself, shouldn't I? Guitar hero is boring~ I played the drums since I suck majorly in it. I think I'm getting better. I think my life would be LESS boring if it could actually load blogs to read. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shall study at night! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(hopefully I'll keep to my word!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-7017981935385954942?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7017981935385954942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-is-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7017981935385954942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7017981935385954942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-is-boring.html' title='Blogger is BORING!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5656933435032278100</id><published>2009-07-11T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Go away stingy internet stealers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SlhIwQGsEfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/AQgU93_b1Xc/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SlhIwQGsEfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/AQgU93_b1Xc/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357111750551146994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ haha!(:&lt;br /&gt;I saw that this morning and just had to take a screenshot of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; be studying my ass off but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much for motivation hey~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only studied a little of maths &amp;amp; human biology &amp;amp; its 4:10p.m&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Focus, may! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F-O-C-U-S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I admit, I'm addicted to internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks, maybe I should drag myself to the library to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then I'll at least get a few hours done but honestly cbf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see people studying then only then can I concentrate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bah! I rely on people too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; back on snail pace..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; to comment my own tagboard, I have to use the website...&lt;br /&gt;;______; Such a pain~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Please try &amp;amp; blog without pictures! So it doesn't take a gazillion years to load for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to bed hungry, stomach grumbling. Why? Well, my dearest sister was really nice and she offered to make noodles for the spaghetti. All was going well until I ate the noodle. It tasted like RUBBER! I couldn't take the noodle out of my bowl and re-cook it because it was covered in Spaghetti sauce. Cool, much? So I just threw it in the bin, I sure wouldn't want to eat uncooked food and get a tummy upset. ;____;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super thankful for today! My mum's friend, Auntie Elsie cooked noodles and delivered it to our house. Apparently she will be giving us food every weekends. OMG! Thank you, thank you! ++ Its a bonus that she's such a good cook! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to study~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MOTIVATE MYSELF TO STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, I'll shuddup now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-5656933435032278100?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5656933435032278100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-away-stingy-internet-stealers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5656933435032278100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5656933435032278100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-away-stingy-internet-stealers.html' title='Go away stingy internet stealers!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SlhIwQGsEfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/AQgU93_b1Xc/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7049638883898214570</id><published>2009-07-10T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Teachers leaves BIG impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hello world~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently: &lt;/span&gt;Drinking YUMMY mango bubble tea with pearls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope your craving for bubble tea~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I cant believe I did 24 hours of tuition in 1 week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had my AIT tuition seminar and I think teachers in general can have such a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt; impact on student. My AIT TEE seminar teacher is such an awesome teacher, but the english and maths teacher were pretty good too. But, I love my AIT TEE Seminar teacher's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wicked&lt;/span&gt; sense of humour. Its like a mixture of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;. I wish he was my teacher in school, that would make class time more enjoyable! Anyways, it was SO fun that when the seminar ended after 6 hours, everyone was groaning that it ended. That was how awesome that 6 hours was. We all went up to him when it ended to shake his hand cause he's really those kind of teacher that leaves a really good impression on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who says, old teachers cant teach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 TEE revision seminar teachers were all old, over 50+, balding &amp;amp;&amp;amp; all really awesome teachers. Not even a little racist behaviour in them at all. Treated every single student fairly &amp;amp;&amp;amp; never let anyone feel left out. Why cant they be my school subject teachers? ='( Look, I'm not complaining about my current school teachers, but I think teachers with a sense of humour and able to teach will always be every student's first choice. If I had them as my english, maths and AIT teacher, I would jump for joy! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt so much this holidays~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/span&gt; in Applied Information Technology!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AIT TEE seminar teacher's motto was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Every teacher is a GOOD teacher'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; funnily enough, most of the class started coughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;which explains alot about the teachers in their school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the funny thing about him is that even though he's a 'computer' teacher..he cant seem to catch up with technology! His phone is one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OLDEST&lt;/span&gt; phone where there is  no internet, no camera &amp;amp; when you try and sms, you have to manually do the smiley face!(: And if that wasn't super hilarious enough, his computer is like windows '98! Funny, much? He told us he wanted to catch up to technology and he went to buy the windows vista and tried to install it and all his programs wouldn't work and he couldn't print things so he had to reformat his WHOLE computer and now he's back to windows '98. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Super FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, it WAS when he first told us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was talking about phones &amp;amp; how they have changed over the years. He says, even though I may look old, and unable to catch up to technology, at least I know the names of the newest phones like the i-phone, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all cracked up laughing, pretty sure he meant blackberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, then..we were in the computer labs and he was talking about computer cables then he showed us where the cables ended and then he followed it around the classroom and he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSUMED &lt;/span&gt;the wires all connected to this side door. So without even peeking through the door first, he opens it and walks straight through then you see him rushing back in and shutting the door like he just realize there were stray dogs inside or something and we were like o_______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he goes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THAT WAS MAJORLY EMBARRASSING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just walked into the maths classroom next door!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you witness him in action, his face was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could have shat myself with laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We laughed till we couldn't breath, you know that feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone was gasping for breath from laughing so hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that's funny to you guys but it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; funny to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to the toilet and when he came back, he was chuckling to himself so someone asked what's so funny and he said. I went to the male toilets and open the door and I looked straight and saw another door in front of me so I opened it then I was wondering why there was so much toilet paper stacked up on the side of the wall and all I could see in the middle was a red bucket. I was in shock for a while, then I realized, when I came in through the first door, I should have turned left instead of walking straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it doesn't sound that funny now but it was...&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not share anymore things with you guys, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't want to make you die of boredom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-post ends abruptly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you know..that's Jessie! She came back to my house to return my guitar hero but she stayed and played it. Jessie! I have FAST fingers, star power = mine! Anyways, Jessie owes me a favor, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; favor! So, get me that souvenir in Singapore Jessie, then everything will be alright. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I MUST STUDY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to watch MY GIRL! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, next tuesday..I'm going to be hanging out with Nicole &amp;amp; Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love them~&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/4240061063373124474-7049638883898214570?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7049638883898214570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/teachers-leaves-big-impression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7049638883898214570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7049638883898214570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/teachers-leaves-big-impression.html' title='Teachers leaves BIG impression'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7752217771868698859</id><published>2009-07-09T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>My mum is untrustworthy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I hate my mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I gave my mum a list of things I want from Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read it and said, I'm not getting you a Ipod-touch! I said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;..I told you I'm not getting nintendo DSi, I said..I rather get an i-touch and she's like..NOOO! You said you don't want nintendo DSi so your not getting anything. I'm not getting you a ipod touch because at the end of the year, your going to be working and your going to be getting yourself a phone and inside you can put music. Why do you want double?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have rather a nintendo DSi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; IF..IF&lt;/span&gt; my samsung i-touch was STILL working but its NOT. So you expect me to wait half a year before I can hear music through a earphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So now, I'm not getting ANYTHING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a nintendo DSi &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how unreasonable is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I even got all the names of the games I want for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; lost my nintendo DS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nintendo DS was a christmas present from Marie's godpa.  Its MINE and YOU lost it so don't you think you should replace it? &amp;amp;&amp;amp; what's wrong with saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTEAD&lt;/span&gt; of replacing my nintendo DSi, why don't you get me SOMETHING that I NEED?! If my Samsung ipod, wasn't spoilt, do you think I would want a i-pod touch? I would but I would rather a nintendo DSi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to wait till the end of the year when I start working before I can get it with MY OWN MONEY. I have to pay a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHER&lt;/span&gt; price for my Ipod touch/Blackberry because Australia's price is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; MORE&lt;/span&gt; expensive than singapore.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she said I could get a i-touch and now..NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;because I wouldn't choose a nintendo DSi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the fark?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to choose a nintendo DSi so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can play your stupid brain thinking game. And, if I don't choose a nintendo DSi, I get nothing just so you cant play? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt; to the maximum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I let up hopes up for disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When will I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; learn my lesson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; trust my mum, her words cant be trusted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she says one thing one minute &amp;amp; then she denies it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MAY! Have you finally learnt your lesson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never trust HER, she's let your hopes down one too many times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I once asked her before if I pass my TEE exam, will you give me $200 for a shopping spree. She said, I'll even double that amount. But, you know what.. I don't trust her words anymore. Tell me, 1 time when she actually MEANT something. And she tells me I say things but I don't do them. Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt; I FINALLY found the problem! Its because I'm following YOU like how all daughters are meant to follow in their mother's footsteps. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY EWW.&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to be like you AT ALL. I'm just going to forget about what she said, wouldn't even bother reminding her because she's going to be like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID I SAY THAT? No, I didn't! &lt;/span&gt;Why would I argue this with someone that has a short term memory? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;, maybe she purposly pretends to forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gives a fag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad when you can no longer trust your mum...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; is the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even bother telling her about my day anymore. Why not? Well, why should I? Its a waste of my breath and honestly, she doesn't give a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOOT&lt;/span&gt; about it. When I ask my mum a question, she rarely answers anymore. She just goes silent &amp;amp; act like I'm not there. When I tell my mum SOMETHING, she rather listen to the news than me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes me feel like such a pain when she goes..SHHHHHHHHHHHH. &lt;/span&gt;When my big sister calls home, she goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAIIYAAAA, WHAT YOU WANTTTTTTT!!! What you wantt? I'm watching michael jackson's last rehearsal concert!!! &lt;/span&gt;How would you feel if you haven't been home in a LONG time and you call home and your mum does that to you? I would feel hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sure wouldn't want to be the one that calls home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MAJOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel when you have to travel all the way to Leederville by yourself and you haven't been there BEFORE, not even with family. You have no idea where is Leederville, you have no idea where your tuition is located..your scared, nervous..terrified you'll get lost and all your mum tells you is..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GO FIND ON THE INTERNET LAH! I KNOW A TRAIN GOES THERE! &lt;/span&gt;She wouldn't wake up early to send you to Murdoch Train Station because its too early in the morning and there would probably be a traffic jam on the way there. I'm not even asking her to send me to Leederville! Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my dad, I would have been majorly upset and how I've been treated. On my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; day of tuition, my dad sent me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE WAY&lt;/span&gt; to Murdoch Train Station even though he was nearly running late for work. I'm pretty sure I felt the love there from my dad and I really needed to feel love cause right now, my heart feels so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;. On the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND&lt;/span&gt; day, he had to leave to work early but he send me to Livingston to catch a bus because the bus at Livingston comes every 10 minutes while before that, my mum wanted me to walk to CVC senior school and catch a 206 bus that comes every 1 hour. Nice, much? If my dad didn't volunteer to send me, I would be waiting at the bus stop at 7 in the morning in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still feel all joyful and happy then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUDOS&lt;/span&gt; to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to get lessons from you cause seriously, my life sucks right now!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart feels so numb....yet its aching with disappointment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone take away this aching pain, please...&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/4240061063373124474-7752217771868698859?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7752217771868698859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mum-is-untrustworthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7752217771868698859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7752217771868698859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mum-is-untrustworthy.html' title='My mum is untrustworthy!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-8094843815241955706</id><published>2009-07-08T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Another daily rant..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since my comeback to the blogging world..I have accumulated nearly 100 post. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly.&lt;/span&gt; If I didn't delete my old post since the very beginning when I first started blogging, I would have exceeded just over 500. But its okay, I don't mind. I hate reading my past post, everytime I read it, my face shape changes and I'm like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EWW! &lt;/span&gt;I suck in blogging. But, never look back at the past, always look forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I must be OPTIMISTIC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe its already Wednesday? Half of my first week of holidays just gone like the wind. I don't even feel like I'm actually having holidays at the moment. Since Monday, I have had..14 hours of tuition! It would have been 16 hours but NOOOOO, Diana decided that she didn't want to tutor me today so I woke up from my nap for NOTHING! Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could be in la-la land right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since I have no tuition tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*jumps for joy&lt;/span&gt;* I will be attempting to study! I'm not sure what I should study yet. All my TEE subjects turns me off. I'm not even in a study mood at the moment! I'll probably attempt to study then run off to play typing maniac on facebook just to escape from studying. I'm actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt; that facebook application! Its basically impossible for me to be #1 so I shall settle with #3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, what else to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes..yes! I'm getting an ipod touch! I decided not to get the nintendo DSi. Why? Well, my Samsung i-touch is OFFICIALLY spoilt! The battery is pretty much screwed and I could be charing it for like 5 hours until it says FULLY CHARGE but when I start listening to it..the battery dies in 10 minutes. So..I had to choose. Nintendo DSi OR I-touch. Of course, i-touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is my EVERYTHING~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's actually spoilt to the maximum! When someone call, I don't hear any sound even though my phone's not on silent and I got in a fight with my sister today cause of that. I cant hear my music on it for long because when I do, all of a sudden, my phone just freezes and no matter what I press, nothing seems to work. So I have to manually shut off my phone and on it again. To make it even worse if that wasn't worse enough..my screen now has this 2 awful lines on screen. Its not a scratch, there's no scratch. Its coming from INSIDE my phone. Gay, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if THAT wasn't bad enough..I cant get a Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its good timing but yet, no money = no talk! bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that my blog reader cares about this but I just have to rant about this. My pimples are DRIVING me crazy! My old pimples from 2 days ago doesn't seem to disappear but everyday, I seem to have an additional 2. So imagine what happens when the old ones don't disappear and the new one keeps coming! I look super gay and my face looks like I have a bad case of chicken pox. Nah, I'm just exagerrating..its not exactly pimple free, but its not THAT bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Why is it some people don't have pimples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is unfair~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Who wants to know how to be a famous blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause I found  the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold, the guide to become a famous blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out;" alt="http://blogs.cisco.com/news_img/famousblogger.gif" src="http://blogs.cisco.com/news_img/famousblogger.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Should I dye my hair brown with blonde strips?&lt;br /&gt;or should I leave it as it is now :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cant seem to make up my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-8094843815241955706?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/8094843815241955706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-daily-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8094843815241955706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8094843815241955706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-daily-rant.html' title='Another daily rant..'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-20685588379162373</id><published>2009-07-07T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>I love ranting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haiii there!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things to blog about, I'm not sure where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this post is going to seem a little messy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Monday I had to wake up at 6a.m in the morning for my 8.30a.m-2.30p.m tuition at Leederville. I mean, Leederville..that's FREAKING far from my house. But my lovely-oh-awesome daddy drove me all the way to Murdoch Train Station so I saved time waiting for the bus at Livingston. Anyways, I have NEVER been to leederville and now I had to go alone. Scary much? Luckily, Jeremy has been to SIDE before so he taught me how to go there. (Thanks alot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, English was seriously OMG! For 5 hours, it was all english 'talk'. Let's just say, after 4 hours, I completely lost it and started scribbling on my paper and drawing patterns on my hand. Anyways, we received BULK loads of notes which is good! Anyways, on my table..there was this HOT vietnamese guy sitting  beside me. OMG! Cutest guy ever, love his australian accent, so hot! Anyways, I think I survived that 5 hours thanks to him. But OMG, didn't take a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DANG IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, when I came home..I rest a little then I had another 2 hours of human biology tuition with Diana. See, I'm so hardworking right?! I know. But Diana gave me homework. How gay, its just questions that are SUPER boring! *yawns* I have to do it tonight since she's coming to tutor me tomorrow. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow I have Discrete tuition at Leederville again. Yes, from 8.30a.m-2.30p.m. OH NO! To make it even worse, I have to see Diana for another 2 hours. I mean, usually I have nothing against diana, when I see her..its like MEH. But now when I see her for the next few days, its like HUMAN BIOLOGY! &gt;:( But its okay, I shall study hard this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my results in the mail today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly, it actually looks gay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 1 D! (Go figure if its maths or human biology!)&lt;br /&gt;but 1 more mark and I would have been a C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT. DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I added my highest 4 TEE score and I got a score of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a TEA of 232 achieved in 2008         &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;b&gt;Your Tertiary Entrance Rank (TER) is 79.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to TER of 80 yet so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if you would like to check yours, here is the website..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.tisc.edu.au/tiscguide/calculator.jsp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then choose 2008 and then put in your total sum of 4 top subject.&lt;br /&gt;Then, you can share it with me if you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pokes tagboard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks to Jeremy for sharing this with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Jeremy got 98.25...which actually made mine look crap! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! But, its okay (:&lt;br /&gt;he's not human anyways, right jeremy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(personal joke between me &amp;amp; him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually going to share with you guys about my trip to northbridge..&lt;br /&gt;but this post is getting TOO wordy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I shall end it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pity me please! I have to wake up at 6a.m tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crosses fingers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;, or another hot guy! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Andre, from masterchef got OUT!&lt;br /&gt;How did I know when he's still on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he has to be! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I added him on facebook &amp;amp; he accepted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HE IS OUT OF THE COMPETITION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I just had to spoil that for Masterchef VIEWERS!&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/4240061063373124474-20685588379162373?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/20685588379162373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-ranting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/20685588379162373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/20685588379162373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-ranting.html' title='I love ranting!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2969161715104539439</id><published>2009-07-05T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Ouch! Killed my self-confidence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies, I just remembered..&lt;br /&gt;sorry if I mentioned anyone's name here :S&lt;br /&gt;I forgot! I took it away already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-comment disabled-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back when the tears stop rolling down my cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 9:39p.m! Believe it or not, I'm back from Yeemon's party which started at 8p.m. Why? Well, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOULD&lt;/span&gt; have stayed longer if I actually had someone else to hang out with since Vanessa was leaving. But, I didn't. I mean, there was no surprises. I expected to just have Vanessa accompany me even though I knew basically 90% of the familiar faces. And, believe it or not. I DID try to chat with A FEW people I knew which let's just say, fucking made it even more awkward. Super pissed! Its like he pretended not to know me and just noded like I just started a conversation with someone I didn't know. Gee whiz! So much for being friends. No wonder after that awkward phase, I didn't even bother to talk to someone else. Hated that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I felt bad. Stayed for about 1 and a half hour then buh-bye! But, I hate loneliness. I really do! I knew that if I stayed longer, I would just be sitting by myself staring at people dancing and chatting. But, there were some people that started a short conversation with us which was nice like Zac and Matt &amp;amp; this asian dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(asian dude can socialize pretty freaking well I tell you! - just by observing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the only conversation that I started that went well was with Jeremy. After that, the 2nd one was super AWKWARD which just killed my self-esteem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. I suck! I cant dance, so I just watched people dance. Mind you, at the ball..I wasn't going to dance either cause I CANT dance but caroline insisted that I can so she dragged me to the dance floor. HAHA! Unfortunately, without being dragged up there, I wouldn't set foot on the dance floor. BAH! I actually should learn to be more like Caroline, she told me she use to be VERY shy. That's like me! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, when Vanessa's mum came to talk for a little with Yeemon's mum and I learnt that she was leaving soon, I called my dad. So yeah! I believe that I went there for 1 and a half  hour for Yeemon, just to celebrate her birthday, specially for her! At least its better than NOT going, right? right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, also learnt today that I'm a loner at times ;____;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the kind of girl who name gets chosen LAST in sports when picking team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is how unpopular I am in CVC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the kind of girl who smiles only if someone smiles at her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because she's scared that she'll get rejection (no smiles back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the kind of girl who wants to make friends with classmates in maths, science, art..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;but she knows deep down, she wouldn't dare even try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she just goes into her shell &amp;amp; watch others have fun!&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thanks alot for letting me see the real YOU&lt;br /&gt;maybe you feel disgraceful talking to me cause I'm just an ugly asian...&lt;br /&gt;well guess what, now I feel disgraceful that I tried to TALK to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No wonder after that, I didn't even bother TRYING to start a conversation with classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause you killed my confidence just when I thought I could boost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2969161715104539439?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2969161715104539439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch-killed-my-self-confidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2969161715104539439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2969161715104539439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch-killed-my-self-confidence.html' title='Ouch! Killed my self-confidence!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-975832459464056398</id><published>2009-07-05T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:01.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>MUST SEE! MUST SEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey geeks! Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Found some interesting things that I would love to show you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Have fun viewing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://rabywhyte.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/1145298545019.jpg" src="http://rabywhyte.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/1145298545019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.whatcracksmeup.com/uploads/300mathsproblem.jpg" src="http://www.whatcracksmeup.com/uploads/300mathsproblem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay! Let's see HOW smart you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntKWdWgCReM/SWQiD2THP8I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZVhx1Zv07jw/s400/Funny_maths_question_paper.jpg" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntKWdWgCReM/SWQiD2THP8I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZVhx1Zv07jw/s400/Funny_maths_question_paper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Try that! DO NOT SCROLL DOWN without trying!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pte2XO66Nwg/SWJGfVIQTmI/AAAAAAAADIs/mVNGVO8M6iU/s400/Funny+maths+question+paper+with+answerjpg.jpg" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pte2XO66Nwg/SWJGfVIQTmI/AAAAAAAADIs/mVNGVO8M6iU/s400/Funny+maths+question+paper+with+answerjpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get it correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pte2XO66Nwg/Skm2pvtuJ8I/AAAAAAAAErg/6yyBjPLJuLo/s1600/rubiks-cube-beginers-version.jpg" alt="[rubiks-cube-beginers-version.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Beginner's version! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SWEET! *__*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-975832459464056398?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/975832459464056398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/must-see-must-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/975832459464056398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/975832459464056398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/must-see-must-see.html' title='MUST SEE! MUST SEE!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntKWdWgCReM/SWQiD2THP8I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZVhx1Zv07jw/s72-c/Funny_maths_question_paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1596105339850001076</id><published>2009-07-05T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Last night's party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly, I owe Yeemon a sincere apology! I'm sorry for not being able to attend your party and celebrate your birthday with you. I am really awfully sorry. I know this is the first time your throwing a party and I should be supporting you and helping you celebrate it! Hope you'll accept my apology and just have a great time. I hope the night goes well for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 329px;" alt="http://blog.dirkschuetze.de/wp-content/Sorry.jpg" src="http://blog.dirkschuetze.de/wp-content/Sorry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the best Yee-monster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 236px;" alt="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_1/1095515638JyUcxH.jpg" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_1/1095515638JyUcxH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, My sister had her party. I think the only problem I found was people were talking to their own friends only. For example, there were 4 obvious group there! High School, TAFE and KFC, Indonesian group. Wait, there was actually 5 groups, I 'started' one by accident. HAHAHA! Its for people that don't feel like they belong in any group. My mini group only consisted of Joe and Kreyen later on followed by Aiden. Kreyen goes to CVC but he said he knew very little people but he knew me from evergreen. (long time ago...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first half of the party with my mini group which got boring when Joe left so I joined Natasha Subianto's group which was all Indonesian people. It was a blast hanging out with them! They took pictures, laughed alot, played guitar hero, put make-up on me, played drinking game..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(FAR OUT! I drank SO MUCH coke that I could fart like x10!)&lt;/span&gt; Last night, my whole stomach was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULL OF GAS! &lt;/span&gt;Bah! I think we kinda cheated on the drinking game. Because, when it was Kreyen's turn, we gave him a FULL glass while we had 1/3 of a glass. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm tired! Diana and Amanda slept over and they were super noisy. My parents told me they could hear them talking and laughing and screaming but I don't think they minded it as much as I did. HAHA! I couldn't sleep till 2a.m because they were noisy! Its okay, they are forgiven. Hope they had uber fun yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, we'll waiting for Marie, Diana and Amanda to get ready cause my dad's bringing us out to eat Dim Sum. YAY! May not go tuition later, super yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; I'll post pictures if I can steal them from Marie's blog! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think she's got a code to stop someone stealing it but I'll try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.S: &lt;/span&gt;My blog lacks pictures! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 415px;" alt="http://steinunn.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/oibabycc1.jpg" src="http://steinunn.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/oibabycc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm signing off now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-1596105339850001076?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1596105339850001076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1596105339850001076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1596105339850001076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-party.html' title='Last night&amp;#39;s party!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6259339385095898021</id><published>2009-07-04T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Life is boring with school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mum's in a bad mood with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;this whole week, we cant even talk to each other without shouting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Its not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me, she cant get along with Marie either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so technically..I wasn't exactly invited to Yeemon's party so I didn't know anything about it until 2 days ago. Yeah, I kinda invited myself but Yeemon didn't seem to mind. So its tomorrow night, I only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; to buy her a present and every time I ask my mum a question, she doesn't answer! So how am I meant to know if she'll bring me to Livingston? How am I meant to know if she'll sent me to Yeemon's house? BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry Vanessa if you don't see me tomorrow! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my house is nicely decorated for a birthday party. I don't remember my house looking VERY 'birthday-like' when I had mine 2 years ago. Tsk! The design is AWESOME thanks to natasha subianto and her 2 cousins. So creative! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my sister takes pictures of it, I'll show you  guys!&lt;br /&gt;^________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's so lucky. She's 18 now, she gets her proof of identity card and I basically have to wait 2 years because my god damm birthday falls on December! Even worse than that, its not the start of December, its late December! Bah! I'm just unlucky at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my head is throbbing! Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry for crappy post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without school, blogger becomes boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6259339385095898021?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6259339385095898021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-boring-with-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6259339385095898021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6259339385095898021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-boring-with-school.html' title='Life is boring with school'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6536496271869585324</id><published>2009-07-03T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Don't you love baby pictures?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Don't you love baby pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course, you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay! Not exactly baby pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of my blog reader have me on facebook so you would have probably already seen my baby pictures &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I shall put them on my blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=459395&amp;amp;id=1014339308" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 241px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4800_1155241593928_1014339308_459392_2214706_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Wow! I'm one messy eater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=459395&amp;amp;id=1014339308" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4800_1155243793983_1014339308_459395_314601_n.jpg" style="width: 355px; height: 239px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Melissa and Marie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=459395&amp;amp;id=1014339308" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4800_1155243833984_1014339308_459396_7082475_n.jpg" style="width: 353px; height: 241px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie &amp;amp; Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=459395&amp;amp;id=1014339308" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4800_1155243873985_1014339308_459397_6282641_n.jpg" style="width: 356px; height: 238px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? You want my ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;NO! ALL MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=459395&amp;amp;id=1014339308" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4800_1155243913986_1014339308_459398_5430524_n.jpg" style="width: 363px; height: 244px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="photocaptionleft" class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div id="photoinalbum"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;ITS MY BIRTHDAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=459395&amp;amp;id=1014339308" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4800_1155243953987_1014339308_459399_2954033_n.jpg" style="width: 361px; height: 244px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure I miss my dad's long hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA! That's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decided to do 2 blog post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, scroll down for my other one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6536496271869585324?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6536496271869585324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/don-you-love-baby-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6536496271869585324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6536496271869585324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/don-you-love-baby-pictures.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t you love baby pictures?'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3943129015779463602</id><published>2009-07-03T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Pretty sure its HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ES1dPIafnDs/SkNoLWbgCxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/odo5E056yT8/s1600-h/57QK9SvrImrr7gj3vNDvRK8do1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ES1dPIafnDs/SkNoLWbgCxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/odo5E056yT8/s400/57QK9SvrImrr7gj3vNDvRK8do1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351235326455057170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Took that from Sheryl's blog(:&lt;br /&gt;because its so meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, correction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS OFFICIALLY THE HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;no school for 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make this holiday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; productive! (I shall study!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any blog readers from Perth/CVC wants to go city library to study with me!&lt;br /&gt;would be better if your in year 12, doing same subjects as me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tag me on my chatboard or tell me on MSN or, or..add me on MSN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; just for the record, I failed my maths test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me dumb, stupid, gay, whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PUH-LEASE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*begs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could go city library, or murdoch library?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; it doesn't have to be boring! We can go potblack after to play pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;++ didn't your momo tell you, sharing is caring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please help me with maths! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have like 302 friends on facebook but I haven't added all of them on MSN yet. So, this holiday, I shall add &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt; of them on MSN. Why? Why not?! The weird thing is, I add people but I don't talk to them unless they talk to me first cause I'm shy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*blush* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will add them and start chatting with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah! don't know, not promising anything! :)&lt;br /&gt;shyness always gets to me in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Wednesday and Friday of the 1st week of holiday, I will be attending holiday courses. It basically takes up my whole morning so that really sucks and ruins my whole morning cheerful mood but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/span&gt; it will all be worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I will be attending tution which like I said before is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMACK BANG &lt;/span&gt;in the afternoon which is gay but last tuition for the term and I don't have tuition for another 1 or 2 weeks which is awesome. At night, I'm still not sure if I should go to Yeemon's birthday party. I don't exactly know alot of people at the party. Well, I mean, I do know all of them.. just that I don't exactly 'talk' to them. I mean, you wouldn't expect me to approach them and go, HEYYY and start a conversation...right? Well, if you expect me to do that, I probably won't unless someone talks to me and hangs out with me. Bah, me and vanessa will be bored out of our brains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay! STOP RANTING MAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, but it all comes down to my mum if  she can send me to the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ANYWAYS..I've been playing typing terror ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;I beat my own high score (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 429,245+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Powell is SUPER determined to beat me! =P&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; those with facebook, I ENCOURAGE you to play that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its not only addictive but yet fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only strong competition is Janette, Calvin &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Chirstina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; I'm deleting Calvin off my facebook. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Firstly, I don't know who he is...he  added me RANDOMLY!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I will be 3rd! My favorite number! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm a mean loser &amp;amp; I rather have 301 and #3 than 302 friends and #2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Okay, deleted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a meanie, whatever! I'm on #3! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you guys have a GREAT holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL OF YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pokes blog readers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ENJOY IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-3943129015779463602?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3943129015779463602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-sure-its-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3943129015779463602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3943129015779463602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-sure-its-holidays.html' title='Pretty sure its HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ES1dPIafnDs/SkNoLWbgCxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/odo5E056yT8/s72-c/57QK9SvrImrr7gj3vNDvRK8do1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-4306666348265952617</id><published>2009-07-02T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Blonde Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Bah! I'm one silly girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a blonde moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Yeemon, do you have any information on the Chaplin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt; When I search 'Chaplin' on google, it keeps coming up with Charlie Chaplin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeemon: &lt;/span&gt;HAHA! You spelt Chaplin wrong, its Chaplain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; ..... o__O no wonder I couldn't find any information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm such a goofball at times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test = Shit!&lt;br /&gt;My maths teacher makes test questions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TOO HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;cant he spare a thought for students that suck in maths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;or maybe, I was the only one who found it hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH! Teachers are meant to cater for all students needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT ABOUT ME?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sulks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Biology test was alright!&lt;br /&gt;I could do most questions which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully studying paid off! kthx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in childhood studies playing typing maniac with Lerlyn and Yeemon. Man, that game is addictive hey! And yes, I am playing games in CHS! Even though my assignment is due like TOMORROW and I still have to research everything about CHAPLAIN since I couldn't find anything about it for the last few days due to my blonde moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing Maniac is the NEW facebook thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SkxmT1lQyOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/6qaFU_Ew9ac/s1600-h/facebook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SkxmT1lQyOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/6qaFU_Ew9ac/s400/facebook.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353766548023593186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top 4 on 350.152!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That game is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; addictive! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;if  you try it, you may NEVER stop, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm coming to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Should I? I don't know hey!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Want me to come to school tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;if you guys will miss me then I'll come, hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-4306666348265952617?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/4306666348265952617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/blonde-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4306666348265952617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4306666348265952617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/07/blonde-moment.html' title='Blonde Moment!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SkxmT1lQyOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/6qaFU_Ew9ac/s72-c/facebook.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2182313536996792985</id><published>2009-06-30T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>MUST SEE! Coolest People on EARTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* blog readers = funny!&lt;br /&gt;David Thorne isn't Mr Thorne from Canning Vale College&lt;br /&gt;its just a random David Thorne! ^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but both of them are equally cool in different way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is one funny chap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 469px; height: 2925px;" alt="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/11/13/spider-2.jpg" src="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/11/13/spider-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pwn your ass&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;x1000000000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you wish you were as cool as him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; look at the time the e-mail was sent..&lt;br /&gt;when he stat that he was away on leave XD&lt;br /&gt;2 mins apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed some humour before I start yapping about my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FIRSTLY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY YEEMON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great day on Sunday &amp;amp; hope it all goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Its better if I not go, cause its going to be weird &amp;amp; i'll be lonely! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy yapping with you in childhood studies!&lt;br /&gt;I find it really fun &amp;amp;&amp;amp; your an interesting person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we have some very good old MSN conversations! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good luck for UMAT! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Is it UMAT?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways, your one smart girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; just work hard towards whatever you want to achieve..&lt;br /&gt;you know you can do it, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH?! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;Hope this Sunday will be loads of fun for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; TOTALLY SUCKS that your not going to be blogging =.=&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WAH! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao birthday girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days of school before my lovely 2 weeks of holiday!&lt;br /&gt;This 2 days is going to be insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Biology test!&lt;br /&gt;Discrete test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOOT ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying alot for human biology because I am finding genetics hard. It could be the EASIEST subject for lots of people but its not THAT easy for me. I haven't even started studying Maths yet. *cries* And, I'm getting C's in both those TEE subjects! Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Thorne is one awesome human biology teacher! When we came back from the assembly, he told us that we are all AWARD WINNERS in his eyes. Nice, right?&lt;br /&gt;you wish you had a cool teacher like me! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(if you don't have Mr Thorne!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;honest, I don't like asking Mr Mulligan questions?&lt;br /&gt;cause I feel so dumb for some reason -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, I know..ask him &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you'll look dumb for 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't ask and you'll be dumb for life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths exam correction!&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous 9!&lt;br /&gt;Childhood Studies powerpoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ It looks little&lt;br /&gt;BUT yesterday, I didn't save my powerpoint and I went to shower and my mum off my computer without even saving and I lost 6 pages of work that I typed a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes, I cried! ;____;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was so upset I decided not to continue doing!&lt;br /&gt;6 pages of information just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have drafts to just  type it up again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST GO FIND ALL THE INFORMATION AND EDIT AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;super 'ma-fun' thanks to my lovely MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Mum, if your reading this, GO AWAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thursday = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;VERY BUSY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF  I finish ALL my homework by Friday, hopefully friday will be an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;wooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2182313536996792985?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2182313536996792985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-see-coolest-people-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2182313536996792985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2182313536996792985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-see-coolest-people-on-earth.html' title='MUST SEE! Coolest People on EARTH'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-8682017645988396042</id><published>2009-06-30T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MOM, STOP VIEWING MY BLOG! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop it. stop it. stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please accept my decision leh! -.-&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you to view it at all, feel like its invading my privacy&lt;br /&gt;i know, what privacy right? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;personal privacy, not for a MUM to know! kthx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only family member that can read is MARIE&lt;/span&gt; ZHANG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayonara...&lt;br /&gt;good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyaaa in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if you don't respect my decision and keep viewing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I SWEAR I WILL CHANGE BLOG ADDRESS!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i won't tell you as much as things as I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Buh-bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday 2nd Jie Jie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(even though I now call you pear!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we actually do have some good memories&lt;br /&gt;like 'save the world' when its raining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; remember how you packed Pearl into a bag with all your other things incase something happened like a tornado and we had to run for our lives? So you could grab the bag &amp;amp; run? We were so adventurous when we were young! We use to be worst enemy when we were younger, now..I think we just do our own things, we don't disturb each other which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope you have a great birthday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the 24 episodes of Goong? Well, they'll yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;!-- Actions Info Div --&gt;          &lt;div class="action-div"&gt;             &lt;div id="action-share"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;!-- Main Image  --&gt;              &lt;div id="main"&gt;                             &lt;img onclick="self.location.href='/img443/6253/20080203001338vs9.jpg'; pageTracker._trackEvent('blue-click','full_image_click');" class="border" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/6253/20080203001338vs9.jpg" alt="20080203001338vs9.jpg" style="width: 399px; height: 323px;" /&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ YOU WILL LOVE THAT SHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear on YOUR life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Those boys are HOT stuff! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, on 4th July, hope you have lots of fun with your party! I'm sorry but I'm not going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ANYWHERE! &lt;/span&gt;I'm staying at home with my laptop, you cant chase me outta my own home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NEVER-R-R-R!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise I won't disturb you and your 30+ friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just steal abit of food here &amp;amp; there..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; mind my own business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(promise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;You have been alive for exactly 10,950 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAR OUT&lt;/span&gt; your freaking old! o___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about 8,500+ only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://smallwidget.com/fb/widgets/4/pig.JPG" src="http://smallwidget.com/fb/widgets/4/pig.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-8682017645988396042?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/8682017645988396042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8682017645988396042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8682017645988396042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3594651304542923343</id><published>2009-06-29T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Dreams are shattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything was going fine, all of a sudden my dreams are shattered!&lt;br /&gt;broken into a million pieces impossible to fix back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no glue will hold them together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;____;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE THE BROKEN PIECES THERE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clearing them up would mean...forgetting about them!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stepping on them would mean, opening up my wound!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never want to  forget about this dream I once had ;___;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was moving closer but now, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality smack bang in my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;splits your heart open, in a different kind of way from once experienced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/v3h951.jpg" alt="SQUISH IT!!!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I cant talk to anyone about it, no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause this world judges me too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4240061063373124474-3594651304542923343?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3594651304542923343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-are-shattered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3594651304542923343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3594651304542923343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-are-shattered.html' title='Dreams are shattered'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/v3h951_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5580403470758503993</id><published>2009-06-29T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>BAH! Not one of my good days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(short post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;but don't hold your breath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely not one of my good days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late today. When I say late, I meant I have never woken up this late before. Thanks to the gay weather. I didn't get much sleep because of the strong wind &amp;amp; rain. The rain kept hitting my window every 5 seconds and the wind? MAD. I thought my house was just about to collapse!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; everytime I was JUST about to sleep, the rain kept coming..&lt;br /&gt;I swear I got less than 2 hours of sleep. I just kept looking at my clock..&lt;br /&gt;from 12 o'clock, it became 1 o'clock then slowly...5 o'clock..&lt;br /&gt;o_____o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I actually slept, my mum knocked my room door really loudly and I woke up startled &amp;amp; I realize how loud my alarm was. FREAKING loud. Could blow off your eardrums. No kidding! Then I looked at the time and you guessed it, had a panic attack and ran around my house like a mad woman looking for her school uniform. I was SO late that at 8:35 when Steph came, I was still trying to put my books in my bag. So my mum sent us to school. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damm you insomia!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *shows fist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will a little rain and wind kill you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially don't like winter! ;_____;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the sun in a while, I still have an awful shoulder tan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my hands are always so numb, cant even hold my pen properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my bag, I now have a keychain of a voodoo door with needles poking its heart. Yeah, that voodoo doll actually means alot to me. Its basically my heart which I am currently sewing up the wounds. And the voodoo? Well, its me! Its going well, don't worry!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Human Biology, the topic of Pauline Hanson got mentioned..&lt;br /&gt;She is one racist person, hey?&lt;br /&gt;(just read the ones in red if your lazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Immigration and multiculturalism are issues that this government is trying to address, but for far too long ordinary Australians have been kept out of any debate by the major parties. I and most Australians want our immigration policy radically reviewed and that of multiculturalism abolished.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I believe we are in danger of being swamped by Asians.&lt;/span&gt; Between 1984 and 1995, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40 per cent of all migrants coming into this country were of Asian origin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have their own culture and religion, form ghettos and do not assimilate. Of course, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be called racist but, if I can invite whom I want into my home, then I should have the right to have a say in who comes into my country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Danger of being swamped by Asians? o___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;How dangerous are asians, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;take gladys &amp;amp; gillian for instance, they wouldn't even hurt a fly!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Your grandfather was from England. Maybe he should return?&lt;br /&gt;I believe you have 'england' blood. your not true auzzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or, are you? nah, you can  be true auzzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll cool, your not.&lt;br /&gt;that's more than enough evidence needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, your speech failed! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;Alot more asians are moving to Australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like it, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TOUGH LUCK MATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY A.JO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think your a pretty cool mum in the virtual world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you attend teenagers concert? That's cool!&lt;br /&gt;In real life, your really LOUD and intimidating and I do avoid you.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! But we do get along fine on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hope you enjoy your pink concert tonight! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; stay happy &amp;amp; healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yes, no pictures of you :P&lt;br /&gt;I was going to steal one but I decided better not! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssh blog readers! I SWEAR it is a short post!&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/4240061063373124474-5580403470758503993?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5580403470758503993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/bah-not-one-of-my-good-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5580403470758503993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5580403470758503993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/bah-not-one-of-my-good-days.html' title='BAH! Not one of my good days..'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-728296803964572873</id><published>2009-06-28T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Mum = NAG TOO MUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hey, hey blog readers! What's up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually finished my AIT assignment. I did a 2 week AIT assignment in 1 day. That's what happen when you keep procrastinating even though you know it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never will work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Friday = very busy week!&lt;br /&gt;All my assignments and test are in this week so maybe I have to go on a week hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who am I kidding? :| I know I'll blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, my blog post won't be those awfully long ones that I usually have...&lt;br /&gt;It will be short, I  promise.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (No, not promise. I'll try!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for my parents to go back to Singapore. Seriously need a break from them. Mum keeps annoying me - every chance she gets. When she sees me on the computer, it means I'm not doing my work. I think she forgot that I do Applied Information Technology &amp;amp; Childhood Studies which needs computer basically ALL the time! Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents return to Singapore, I think I can study ALOT better! We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;no one disturbing you..as long as I know I'll study, I'll study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boo-yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-post ends abruptly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE!&lt;/span&gt; Mum annoying the shit outta me! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's not chasing me out of the computer, she's asking me to go do vaccum the floor, if its not vaccum the floor, its mop the floor, if its not mop the floor, its clean the bathroom, if its  not cleaning the bathroom, its wash dishes, if its not washing dishes..its throwing away the rubbish, if its not throwing the rubbish, its because she thinks I spend too much time on the computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which states my point I'm trying to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get peace &amp;amp; quiet = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im a simple girl, simple dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOPEFULLY, it will come true soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*reading newspaper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; What is RIP Michael Jackson? He's dead, why still so mean? Want to rip him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;o___o RIP? *looks* Chey, REST IN PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(5 seconds later)&lt;/span&gt; OH..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*silent laugh at herself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; o_______O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(get me out of here...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should totally sent that in to mymomisafob.com!&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/4240061063373124474-728296803964572873?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/728296803964572873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/mum-nag-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/728296803964572873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/728296803964572873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/mum-nag-too-much.html' title='Mum = NAG TOO MUCH!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-805395234578736902</id><published>2009-06-27T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>10 ways to become a good blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Q5paoIZhbQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Q5paoIZhbQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Watch that if you didn't see the Back to the 80's&lt;/object&gt; musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you missed out alot! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Wednesday, after watching the back to the 80's musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep inside, I will always be filled with regrets&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why? why? why?&lt;/span&gt; ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the next video is especially dedicated jessie! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;learn the singaporean english JESSIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; secondly, to all my blog readers&lt;br /&gt;if I was still in singapore, you bet I'll be talking singlish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ I think he's a legend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall start my blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 16th Birthday Annie Loo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember meeting you in year 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a id="zoomedLink" href="javascript:void(0);" title="Click to zoom out." class="menuTrigger"&gt;             &lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 286px;" id="fullImage" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/n1156892921_30177878_6703.jpg?t=1246073653" alt="n1156892921_30177878_6703.jpg picture by inksplash" galleryimg="no" /&gt;         &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a long time ago, over 365 days, but seems like just yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;I know we aren't exactly very close friends but you will always be remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, hope you have a GREAT birthday!&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true &amp;amp; hope you excel in everything you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay pretty! (:&lt;br /&gt;See you at 5p.m tonight!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH HOMEWORK TO DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers are actually killing us with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drowns in homework*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year 12, all TEE teacher thinks their subject is awfully important so they keep giving us homework and test, homework and test..constantly reminding us how important it is to past forgetting that we also have other TEE subjects! What are we, robots? Have you forgotten that your subject isn't the ONLY TEE subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This holidays, isn't exactly HOLIDAYS for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its basically a full-on study holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents will be going back to Singapore for holiday &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'll basically be stuck with Marie.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind being alone with Marie because she doesn't disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;we both do our own things -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that's what I like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because mum lost my nintendo DS last year, she's getting me a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: &lt;/span&gt;Its not a nintendo DS, its a nintendo DSi! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell her, I rather you get me a phone, I don't mind, even a blackberry in exchange for nintendo DS ++ games but she's like NO! Nintendo DS or nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;You know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because a blackberry is more expensive than a Nintendo DSi! I told her, you pay what's a nintendo DS ++ games is worth and take the rest out of my bank and help me buy it because phone's in singapore are cheaper..but NOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because she wants to play the brain thinking games..&lt;br /&gt;so she's getting it for me because of that!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so actually, she's getting it for herself! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, I wrote down 19 other games I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any good nintendo DS game reccomendation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;share it please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually starting to miss singapore! :'(&lt;br /&gt;knowing my parents are going back but I'm not..&lt;br /&gt;tsk, at the end of the year, Marie's going back alone for 1 month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hugs sobs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sobbing because she's going back! o____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sobbing because I'm not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeefully next June I would have saved enough money to fly back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, putting the sobbing and sulking aside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few request on teaching people how to be a good blogger..&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't think I'm a great blogger but apparently Jeremy ++ the people who requested me to teach them thinks I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«[J]☆ReMy» ت     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when i read your posts, i can feel your emotions&lt;br /&gt;*i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M a-MAY-zing! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wow, am i that powerful? :-O HAHAHAHAAA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently I am THAT powerful! O________O&lt;br /&gt;If Jeremy thinks I'm powerful, I must be powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a little guide on how to be a good blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If your not shy in real life and out-spoken, don't bother being a blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since you can express them SO WELL already, why waste time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if your very shy like me! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;Think of blogging as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; having your say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something like your moment to shine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say it now or forever hold your peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you wanted to say before but you were too shy?&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT ON YOUR BLOG, type it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL THE WORLD HOW YOU FEEL!&lt;br /&gt;don't worry if its too harsh, blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do history, hitler? he uses strong words  too right? o__o&lt;br /&gt;or wrong, well..apparently he was THAT convincing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Blog = personal voice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog &amp;amp; people will read...&lt;br /&gt;your blog readers at the beginning will just be your friends..&lt;br /&gt;but you gain blog readers here &amp;amp; there &amp;amp;&amp;amp; even perverts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Don't blog about teachers! ^____^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very important! unless you like to create drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find anything wrong with blogging about the subjects but don't blog about teachers! Dalena told me last week that her brother Danny blogged about a teacher and another teacher read it and told the other teacher, 'how can you be so unfair &amp;amp; stuff'..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; tried to stand up for danny then danny got told off by the teacher he blogged about. Now, their school..the teachers 'google' their names and when they find something nasty, they will find the students and have a serious chat with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; I'm kinda worried too since she told me about that!&lt;br /&gt;If ANY of my year 12 subject teacher google their names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much screwed! they'll hate me if they haven't already...&lt;br /&gt;or even more than ever before =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD HAVE USED THEIR FIRST INITIALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I tried to be literate! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Add a tagboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By adding a tagboard, blog readers/friends can comment about their opinions on whatever your blogging about. Also, you will start gaining blog readers from other countries so if you like to make new friends then, blogging is a good way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But giving out your e-mail address on your blog = attraction for perverts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I put my e-mail there is I actually don't mind making friends. I mean, I scored 2 awesome friends - Nicole and Debbie, right? &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Its only because I met 2 awesome people that I will continue putting my msn on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; My block list on MSN is 34 since the start of this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's how bizzare it is!&lt;/span&gt; im not kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Be patient!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect to be a good blogger in a short period of time. You have to keep blogging and find the perfect way to make your blog interesting. For me = ranting! For you, it could be pictures! Also, be patient with achieving blog readers! Slowly, you'll gain a few silent readers - mind you, don't bother talking to them or askiing them to tag you on your tagboard. They are 'ghost'. They read &amp;amp; they leave. Just ignore them! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: A way to know who are your silent blog readers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e.g. my past blog post, I wrote about a chair incident &amp;amp; a teacher falling right through)&lt;br /&gt;i didn't give the name of the teacher BUT if they really want to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will come up to you &amp;amp; said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Who was the teacher who fell through the chair?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll know! I had like 4 people ask for that! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so I didn't actually save my teacher's dignity cause I told them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. No one tagging you on your tagboard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a counter for your blog, like for example, mine is nuffnang? You can see how many people view you on an average daily basis. Also, at the end of the post..you coudl try putting a question there and HOPEFULLY! *crosses fingers* You get a response on your tagboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Blog counter too low?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then don't blog! ^__^ kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a little 'advertising'. You can put your blog link on your msn personal message, you could put it on your facebook or your profile on myspace. I don't know, do whatever you want. BUT, more advertising could mean, more trouble! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think hard about it before you advertise!&lt;br /&gt;once you start advertising it, even if you remove your blog link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people have it! that's why its too late for me to remove mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Comment other blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your first starting out, its good to read other people's blog! You learn from them and how different people blog. On the right hand side, I have a link to my friends blog. Go click on a few names and read their blog post, then comment them about their blog post and leave your blog link there. By doing that, you stand a better chance of someone commenting on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't exactly have to comment my friend's blog ONLY&lt;br /&gt;you can comment basically ANY blogger who has a tagboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Talking about commenting, does anyone know why I can comment my own tagboard ONLY if I go to the website and comment there but I cant comment your tagboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it says ERROR! Please try again later.&lt;br /&gt;Mm, help! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Constantly blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you gain blog readers? Imagine if you blog once per week, chances are..you will have very little blog readers but if you blog daily, if someone reads your blog and like it. You bet they'll come back and read it again, and again! ^__^ You also don't have to blog EVERYDAY like me! I'm just someone that procrastinates a little too much, at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Enjoy blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you blog for a while and you don't like it. Don't continue! Because your blogging career won't go far. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must have a passion for blogging!&lt;/span&gt; ^___^ Blogging is like a job, if you don't have passion for a job, its going to seem more like WORK than enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was just kidding! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't exactly a guide on how to be a good blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just ranting about anything that popped up in my head!&lt;br /&gt;cause im cool like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OFF TO DO AIT ASSIGNMENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eww, its due on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-805395234578736902?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/805395234578736902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-ways-to-become-good-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/805395234578736902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/805395234578736902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-ways-to-become-good-blogger.html' title='10 ways to become a good blogger!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7465048064376811221</id><published>2009-06-26T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson WAH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad is super hilarious! He came back from work and he told me a conversation he had at work which turned out to be really hilarious. A friend of theirs is called 'Michael' and they gave him the nickname Michael Jackson. So today, Michael called my dad up in the morning and told him that he wasn't going to be coming to work today and to help him tell the boss that he will bring an MC on Monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*working on car*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad's friend:&lt;/span&gt; Alphonsus, did you hear about Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I heard! He's sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad's friend:&lt;/span&gt; Nooo! He's dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;HUH! Dead?!! Michael died? But he called me earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad's friend:&lt;/span&gt; Michael Jackson called you? o____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;Oh you mean the REAL ' Michael Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;I've been chewing too much chewing gums, now my jaw hurts&lt;br /&gt;;________;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.S:&lt;/span&gt; My laptop is gay! I cant comment you guys! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;amanda, mandy, jessie, annie, gwen, andrea, wei xiang..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; MANY OTHERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ off to complete assignment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-7465048064376811221?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7465048064376811221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-wah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7465048064376811221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7465048064376811221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-wah.html' title='Michael Jackson WAH?'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-8286269613761436892</id><published>2009-06-26T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>The big  news of Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael Jackson died of a cardiac arrest and paramedics were unable to revive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:o my gosh, he has so many die hard fans.&lt;br /&gt;they would be crushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A sad day to mourn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of pop, will always be remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for his songs &amp;amp; his oh-so-famous dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get ready for school now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;R.I.P Michael Jackson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dance shall live on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-8286269613761436892?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/8286269613761436892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-news-of-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8286269613761436892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8286269613761436892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-news-of-michael-jackson.html' title='The big  news of Michael Jackson'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5439702042321884862</id><published>2009-06-25T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Clique Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cheering me up. I feel so much better!&lt;br /&gt;(: What  you said was really true...&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that I feel better, I shall continue blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my english exam paper, FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the passing mark was below 50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I definitely PASSED! *wide grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Pereira has been absent from class since tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I love it when I get relieve teachers..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fer sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I need to do well in English...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; your not here to guide me through english!!&lt;br /&gt;If I fail my next in-class essay, your fault! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so you better come back soon, like TOMORROW! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Maths can shoot itself in the head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to talk about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it, not worth my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging in art! ^____^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh, everything has a first, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leavers jumper says a-MAY-zing so obviously through the use of BIG letters. It is obvious that my name is May but apparently to the middle school kids it is abit confusing. So there they were 2 metres from me constantly saying MAY! MAY! Irritating much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;felt like asking them to shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1 of them comes up to me and ask, 'Is your name, May?'&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and said, nope ^__^ Its June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's like oh okay *walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I mean, seriously, does she actually believe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were all laughing at the fact that she 'actually' believed me. Steph's leavers jumper says STA so steph said, If someone ask me if my name is Sta, I'll tell them its MOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate middle school kids &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steph:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, where's my pencil box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;box? *laughs uncontrollably* You mean case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steph: &lt;/span&gt;Fine! Pencil case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I laugh at Steph too much XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-post ends abruptly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Whiteside chased us off the laptop! ;____;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the rest of the hour helping a classmate paint her surfboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how I don't mind helping someone paint her surfboard,&lt;br /&gt;but I won't do anything about my surfboard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I told myself that I wont be petty over small things. So I have been controlling every little thing that piss me off and now I am like a volcano &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(not as fat as a volcano - of course)&lt;/span&gt;, just about to erupt! It is our LAST year of high school, we will NEVER be able to experience high school recess and lunch once we go to university. So, I don't know abou you guys but I would miss it madly so I don't understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; the year 12 seems to be going UPSTAIRS alot to 'study'? Wait, just to make the record clean, everytime I go up there..not ALL of you are doing work! THAT IS A FACT. Its USUALLY either your 'pretending' to do work and only 1 person is doing work OR you guys are hiding under the table eating. I mean honestly, wouldn't it be nicer to eat freely than hide and eat like a rat? If your going up there constantly and you prefer to have your conversations there without the year 11 then so be it! Okay? So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Jessie yesterday on MSN, I realize, I don't want to keep going up there just because ALL of you do. Going upstairs, all I see if chatting and mucking around and only 1 person doing work. At first, I tried not to be petty and I went up there to hang out with you guys, but after a while..I realize, you know what? I am becoming like you guys. And, I don't want to be like you guys. You guys may not be THAT close to the year 11, I may not be too anymore. But I think its just really STUPID that you are doing the same thing as the year 11 but in a different location. I thought we were a group but I guess 1 person meant alot more to you guys than the whole group. Very disappointed! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wipes off tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I don't mean much to you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand, its cold. I understand you guys have homework to complete but going up there ALMOST everyday? HELLO? Slacker much? Just because 1 person goes up there does not mean everyone should accompany them upstairs? I mean, that's just my thinking..I find it very rude to make everyone 'suffer' just because you need to go up there to complete work. Maybe its not suffering to you guys and may be you guys don't mind it, maybe you guys ENJOY it? I don't know. But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are my closest friends, I've been through thick and thin with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think I feel when you guys keep going up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=/ I feel pissed not being able to hang out with you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I feel very annoyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm sorry I have to tell all of you this, but if I don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like I'm holding something in and its really a burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also twins, right after I told you how I felt about everything and you said you'll come hang out at lunch..did you notice that 'mysteriously' it became our whole group in the end? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about what I said in Childhood Studies!&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After typing this, I'm no longer in the mood to blog about other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 310px;" alt="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_194/11920689920VD901.jpg" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_194/11920689920VD901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-5439702042321884862?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5439702042321884862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/clique-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5439702042321884862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5439702042321884862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/clique-drama.html' title='Clique Drama'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-9107486306080725554</id><published>2009-06-24T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Back to the 80's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies!&lt;br /&gt;Turns out tomorrow isn't the LAST day, its friday.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for that info ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 80's was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omgee, totally worth $15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved EVERY single bit of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the storyline to the singing &amp;amp; dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day tomorrow!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (grab your tickets!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its so good that I'm trying to convince my 'rents to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't think there will be anymore musical this year ='(&lt;br /&gt;but they did such a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to everyone involved in that musical!&lt;br /&gt;teachers..performers, backstage crew..everyone!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to do some studying! ^___^&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/4240061063373124474-9107486306080725554?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/9107486306080725554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-80.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/9107486306080725554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/9107486306080725554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-80.html' title='Back to the 80&amp;#39;s!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-8290075706285557950</id><published>2009-06-24T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>I don't care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't give a damm what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; think about me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 151px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq291/pashunka/givedamn.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 80's musical tonight! Yes, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cant wait! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awfully busy next week!&lt;br /&gt;Tons of assignments and test to complete, so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-8290075706285557950?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/8290075706285557950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-don-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8290075706285557950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8290075706285557950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-don-care.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t care'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-784873258818162976</id><published>2009-06-23T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Teachers are so intimidating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I don't know which is funnier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that every Tuesday, my English teacher seems to be absent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o____o mysteriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't got back my English exam results back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22 days later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BACK TO THE 80's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cant wait, cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stopped for a milisecond today in childhood studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TEACHERS ARE SO INTIMIDATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they scare the shit outta me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in Childhood Studies and I went on blogger hoping to get my blog post done by the end of  the session when suddenly I saw the reflection of Ms Hirschberg standing behind me. She was staring at my laptop then she slowly went down to eye level to my laptop and I swear my heart literally stopped. Apparently Yeemon said my face was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless! &lt;/span&gt;I looked like I just shat myself. Bah! That was so intimidating! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm scared of her now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="outline"&gt;&lt;div class="mediaContainer"&gt;    &lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y103/Mephisto216/NoHeart.jpg" alt="NoHeart.jpg No Heart image by Mephisto216" galleryimg="no" style="width: 288px; height: 209px;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the lamest person you will ever meet. Lerlyn &amp;amp; Yeemon can justify that from today's CHS session! I spent 1 hour laughing at jokes, telling jokes, laughing uncontrollably at jokes that I remembered suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; How do you wake up lady gaga from her sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Poke her face (Poker face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LMAO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kudos to Michael for that joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Okay, here's a joke to all my blog readers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; One day, 3 nuns decided that they didn't want to be nuns again so they went to find the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priest: &lt;/span&gt;If you do not want to be a nun anymore, you have to do something wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so the 3 nuns left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The next day, the first nun came back and the priest said, 'what did you do wrong?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I stole a boy's bicycle when he went inside the candy shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was very wrong, you are no longer a  nun. Drink this holy water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Later on, the 2nd nun came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'What did you do wrong?&lt;/span&gt;' asked the priest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 'Father, I stole a magazine from the news agency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, drink this water &amp;amp; your no longer a nun. So the nun did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; By then, the priest was getting a headache when the 3rd nun arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 'No need to tell me what you did wrong, just drink the holy water'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The nun refused and he said '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINE! What did you do wrong?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I peed in the holy water yesterday when you said to do something wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Don't be offended by this jokes. I don't care if your offended, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; If your offended, your missing a sense of humor! ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Who invented jokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does anyone know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a loner in art today - semi! Lerlyn needed help with the printer so she called me &amp;amp; I was reluctant to get up! Who knows which ji bai will steal my chair again. So I took my bag and put it on my chair.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Yeah, just laugh at me!) &lt;/span&gt;Then I told Lerlyn when we return, I would get a dirty chair with my bag on top of it. Then when we returned later, I made Lerlyn look at my chair and nothing changed at all! I still had my clean chair with my  bag on the top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought I was crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH, LAUGH AT ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but im not crazy guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know, I'm one weird kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today I was walking to Human Biology when I saw Gwen. So I was just casually talking to Gwen. i don't know if its just me but her body kept going lower and lower to the ground and her hand was fiddling around in her jacket like she was suffering a heart attack or something. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; she looks fine! Happy and cheerful like always. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;A MILLION THINGS WENT THROUGH MY HEAD!&lt;/span&gt; *looks away* I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;o___o&lt;/span&gt; Should i ask if she's okay? Err, crap! My legs are so cold, if she needs medical help, I don't think my frozen legs can run that fast to the teacher's office. Should I walk faster so if she collapsed on the floor, I wouldn't get blame?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know,  I know! I'm a weird kid! My brain thinks too much! That explains my insomia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then mysteriously like she just read my mind..she's like 'I know it looks weird but I'm finding my ipod'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Then she pulls out her ipod from under her jacket. I didn't know if I should laugh at myself for thinking she was suffering a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY WOULD I THINK OF THAT!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_____o *touch wood*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is really making me go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;cuckoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to complete my homework that's due tomorrow!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird kid signing off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-784873258818162976?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/784873258818162976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/teachers-are-so-intimidating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/784873258818162976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/784873258818162976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/teachers-are-so-intimidating.html' title='Teachers are so intimidating!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1916904336138634928</id><published>2009-06-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>English Lecture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hey guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Curtin, I'm tired and basically just exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;english drains all my energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to recount every single thing that happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because a lot happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 5 lectures for the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;The first lecture took about 10-15minutes of our recess which wasn't cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the main cafeteria to buy my lunch and before I was even half done, the teachers left and asked  the rest of the CVC kids inside the cafeteria to follow them. We followed the teachers to the next lecture and turns out we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; late! We were like the last big group to arrive! So the lady asked me to fill the seats in the last row while she made the rest of my clique move to the empty seats at the front. HAHA. So for lecture 2 &amp;amp; 3 which was in the same lecture theater...I was all the way at the back surrounded by all 3 teachers. bah! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, I got to know my grades for English, and I didn't even ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! ^___^ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pats B grade*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Your good enough for me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the bad thing about sitting beside a teacher is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you cant draw pictures, you cant talk to the next person beside you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you cant pass notes &amp;amp; comment how boring the lecture is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if you do, you probably get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*evil glare from teachers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not naming ANY teacher! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^_____^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I have to blog about this, so I can read it again one day &amp;amp; laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how in the lecture theater, the chairs curve into the seat and to sit on it,  you got to pull the seat down before you can sit on it? Yeah? Well, she stood up to find someone then she proceed to sit down again but by then the seat already curved up so she just fell straight through and that was HILARIOUS when you had the best view to watch it, right beside that person! LOL! Laura &amp;amp; Me just laughed till we nearly died of laughter. You  got to admit it was so funny that even she was laughing non-stop with us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d'oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, we wasted 15 minutes finding the main cafeteria..we were LOST, very lost! We just followed the CVC group infront of us and turns out they were following the group infront of them and it was all so messy. FINALLY, we found the cafeteria! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, didn't see any hot boys  AT ALL! ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture 4 &amp;amp; 5 was terrible! ;______;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were  drooping down like I haven't slept for 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;After lecture 4, we had a 15 minutes break &amp;amp; me and steph slept a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; at the end of the lecture, people were showing off their scribbles :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was a good day to find out how creative you were..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then we boarded the bus &amp;amp; headed back to school :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days till..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BACK to the 80's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-1916904336138634928?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1916904336138634928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-lecture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1916904336138634928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1916904336138634928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-lecture.html' title='English Lecture!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5003690052058817589</id><published>2009-06-21T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Blog Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the girl who I get blog quiz from?&lt;br /&gt;Well, she posted a new one &amp;amp; I stole it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if one day you found out your blog got deleted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very upset, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt; annoyed. angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had to use another blog name, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm..kriwstal! well, that's also mine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many unique views do you get in a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use to be like 30+ but now its around..75+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has any of your teachers/bosses viewed your blog before? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of 1 teacher but she's cool (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened when they read your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing, don't worry didn't get in trouble or anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;but i think she saw the part where I was ranting about her subject..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you like other teachers/bosses to read your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, heck no! I rant too much about how much I hate my subjects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kill &lt;/span&gt;me if they found out how much I hate their subjects&lt;br /&gt;not the teacher - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is!&lt;/span&gt; just the subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you like to be a famous blogger if you could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a certain extent, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you ever stop blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, one day..it will be bub-bye..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe if I get in trouble again *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;would just end my blogging journey faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could choose a celebrity to view your blog, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh..there's so many! cant choose! ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they aren't really good in english..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANG LEE HOM&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Y)&lt;/span&gt; cause he's superb in english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which blog readers does your blog tend to attract?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, people from CVC? A few have came up to me &amp;amp; said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'hey! guess what..i read your blog..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my reaction:&lt;/span&gt; ... oh, ho-kay! am i in trouble? &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out 99.9% out of the 100% of the time, I wasn't XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;im actually very troubled right now...&lt;br /&gt;im not sure what I should do :(&lt;br /&gt;someone help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-5003690052058817589?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5003690052058817589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5003690052058817589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5003690052058817589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-quiz.html' title='Blog Quiz'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1581711517840082697</id><published>2009-06-20T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Doing homework on Saturday! EWW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjvD4tBsSmI/AAAAAAAACas/9bKh6EES_iw/s1600-h/P18-06-09_13.59%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349084361359379042" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjvD4tBsSmI/AAAAAAAACas/9bKh6EES_iw/s320/P18-06-09_13.59%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly, what a shot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure no one has gotten such a shot of Cassie before. She looks so cute here and she hates taking pictures. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'oh!&lt;/span&gt; Also, kudos to Annie for the picture. Annie always looks stunning in pictures so I hope she doesn't mind me putting the photo on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie! Save this picture and put it on your face book!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;your facebook has been screaming for a picture for AGES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, I spent 3 hours doing maths &amp;amp; all I got done was Misc 7!&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe I spent 3 hours doing 3 pages..13 questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ATHS.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;AKES&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.M&lt;/span&gt;AY.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still have so much things to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Check List!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc 7 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Maths)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="width: 16px; height: 16px;" alt="http://www.asgbi.org.uk/glasgow2005/images/tick.gif" src="http://www.asgbi.org.uk/glasgow2005/images/tick.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc 8 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Maths)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" alt="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths exam corrections &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" alt="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIT exam corrections &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" alt="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Childhood Studies &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" alt="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied Information Technology &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" alt="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Biology &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" alt="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/8/0/1/9/1195445329999867155jean_victor_balin_cross.svg.thumb.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a feeling I won't be blogging tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, monday..I'll be going curtin for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; day for a english lecture.&lt;br /&gt;7 hours of english -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (not sure if I can cope with that!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T RAIN ON MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 318px; height: 318px;" alt="http://dryicons.com/files/graphics_previews/playing_with_the_rain.jpg" src="http://dryicons.com/files/graphics_previews/playing_with_the_rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Ey blog readers, I am a little bit worried about something ;___;&lt;br /&gt;Its been bothering me for a few days now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-1581711517840082697?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1581711517840082697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/doing-homework-on-saturday-eww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1581711517840082697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1581711517840082697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/doing-homework-on-saturday-eww.html' title='Doing homework on Saturday! EWW!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjvD4tBsSmI/AAAAAAAACas/9bKh6EES_iw/s72-c/P18-06-09_13.59%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3399032954089004808</id><published>2009-06-19T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Yay! Finally, its FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Yay! Its Friday! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;been waiting for this day since like Wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather today was super shit!&lt;br /&gt;The wind? Oh my gosh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SHOCKING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so strong I felt myself walking sideways..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the middle school kids kept screaming every time the wind blew! Why? They were quite tiny and the wind was super strong. I'm sure it nearly swept them off their feet. My hands are always cold, they feel like ice. It is terrible because when my hand gets too cold, it becomes numb. Therefore I always have to resort to asking Lisyn or Stephanie for one of their hands and I hold their hands for about 5 seconds until my hand warms up.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And no, im not a lesbian!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, because of my boredom this past few days, I did a really long blog post that is basically about me! Everything about me, not you! Those that are daily blog readers, you could probably save time and not read that. But yes, I typed that up in a period of 2 days because I was bored! If your currently bored or procrastinating against homework, scroll down and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Trust me, you probably won't waste your time reading the whole thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During childhood studies, I published my long, long post that I finished my yesterday night. I was shocked at how wordy it looked. But then, Gladys, Gillian and Yeemon got to read it first. Not that there should be any new information there that they probably don't already know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Yes, yes..I never do any work in CHS!) &lt;/span&gt;Don't worry, I'll do it this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I slept in English today! Yesterday, we started watching the movie and today, we had to re-watch the movie AGAIN from the beginning! Because 3 people weren't here yesterday! Such a waste of my time! If you know me, I hate re-watching movies! I mean, I don't mind watching it again after like 2 months but not in the period of 1 day! So I attempted to sleep sitting on a chair with my hands supporting my head, and I did actually get about 10-15 minutes of sleep. I think Ms Pereira knew I was sleeping. She didn't seem very pleased with me after that. She seemed a little grumpy, hope it wasn't because of me. (sorry!)..but then again, not everyone is a morning person! So I'm not sure if it was because I slept in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 244px;" alt="http://images.clipartof.com/small/15743-Slacking-Businessman-Sleeping-On-Top-Of-His-Paperwork-On-His-Office-Desk-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/15743-Slacking-Businessman-Sleeping-On-Top-Of-His-Paperwork-On-His-Office-Desk-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, I told my clique I had Maths but Gladys, Gillian, Lisy and Stephanie insisted they had Maths. So I bid them goodbye and headed to art. When I got to art, I saw year 11's walking inside and I was like o__o I don't have art! So I was crap! What do I have now? Human Biology? No..I don't have that today..English? Already had that! Maths? MATHS! So I hurried to class, thanks to those lovely friends of mine. At first I was angry at them because I thought they lied to me but turns out, they walked to Maths and realize that had English. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, all's good!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, oh gosh. I don't want to do the discrete TEE exam. Its too hard. It hurts my brain! I cant cope with that. I hate probability! What the probability of me passing the discrete TEE? 1/4! I actually pity Maths teacher because they have to teach Maths for like the WHOLE day! But then they always seem to enjoy teaching Maths, how weird! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Don't pity you guys anymore!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole art lesson playing with Samiya's default games on her mobile until Ms Whiteside caught up to us and asked her how are we going with our art. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opps! &lt;/span&gt;I told her the truth that Me and Samiya would start doing it 1 week before its due and she's like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOOO! Do now so you get a better result&lt;/span&gt;.' Aiyah! Lazy! So I didn't take her advice and played games on my calculator. Mind you, my calculator has the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOLEST&lt;/span&gt; games ever. I have Snake, Space Invaders, Pac Man, Checkers and Box Man. Sometimes when I'm REALLY bored in Maths, I do play games on my calculator but to all my other classmates, I'm just typing numbers on my calculator but noo..I'm playing games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I SHOULD STOP SLACKING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ish very bad for me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 293px;" alt="http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/15097_lazy_orange_employee_or_manager_slacking_while_leaning_back_in_their_chair_at_a_computer_desk_with_their_feet_up_on_the_table_top.jpg" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/15097_lazy_orange_employee_or_manager_slacking_while_leaning_back_in_their_chair_at_a_computer_desk_with_their_feet_up_on_the_table_top.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was err, same as recess. Freezing! My legs were like jelly, very weak. My teeth was near to chattering and my leavers jumper didn't do any good to me. I was still freezing my ass off. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; Monday, wear a scarf! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last session, I had AIT. Not fair! Not fair! The Accounting class beside us had a guest speaker so they didn't have to do any work. But us? We had to do work. Tsk, pretty sure my teacher should  get a guest speaker in for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in AIT we were talking about the Woolworths self-serving counter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Thomas:&lt;/span&gt; Have you guys been to the Woolworths at Livingston?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone said yes when Ms Thomas asked then it came to Kevin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Thomas: &lt;/span&gt;Kevin, have you seen the self-serving counter at Woolworths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kevin: &lt;/span&gt;No. I have NEVER seen it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Thomas:&lt;/span&gt; Do you stay near the Livingston Woolworths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kevin: &lt;/span&gt;No. I don't live around here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Thomas: &lt;/span&gt;You should drop  by Livingston and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Thomas: &lt;/span&gt;Where do you work at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kevin: &lt;/span&gt;Kelmscott Woolworths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Class:&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Super hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has never seen a self-serving counter and he works in woolworths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have a good weekend guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have so much homework to catch up on its not funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't get my homework done, my teachers will eat me for breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm sure you guys don't want that, do you? or else I cant blog anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-3399032954089004808?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3399032954089004808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-finally-its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3399032954089004808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3399032954089004808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-finally-its-friday.html' title='Yay! Finally, its FRIDAY!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5565229770047939850</id><published>2009-06-19T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>About Me! (Longest post ever!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you bored? Up to this challenge? This post is FULL OF WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the challenge is you attempting to read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not good in starting introductions about myself but I'll attempt it anyways. I'm May and I'm seventeen years old this year but my brain is the size of a seven year old. I was born 4 days before Christmas in a hospital like how most people I would expect would usually born in. My parents decided my name would be 'May' because they wanted their children names to start with 'M'. Apparently at the time I was born, the only name they could think of that started with M was MAY. Aren't they cool? =.= My full name is 26 letters long which is exactly the same number of letters as the alphabet. I don't really like my name, in fact it annoys me sometimes. Some of my teachers likes to drag the 'y' when they say my name so it sounds like '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;' which makes me sound like an annoying kid. I don't think I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; annoying, really. Some of my teachers have really cool accent and when they say my name, it sounds really awesome - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I go by a few nicknames that have changed over the years. I have a collection of nicknames given to me by my friends like..May June July, JJ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(June July)&lt;/span&gt;, May May, RawrrMAYYY, MAYonnaise, Superma'am, a-MAY-zing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(current)&lt;/span&gt;. When I first migrated to Perth, I attended Campbell Primary School for a year before moving to Canning Vale College. I'm the kind of kid that gets chosen last in sports when picking teams. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sucks, but you get use to it after a while.&lt;/span&gt; I've had like a million cliques in my life &amp;amp; finally in year 11-12, I am able to stick to one clique. You could say that when I was small, I was a tom boy. I was the kind of kid that loves game boy, beyblades and pokemon while barbie was a no go zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first ambition was to be a pokemon trainer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mind you, I was 5 years old at that time! &lt;/span&gt;The ambition ended when I told my mum, and she told me there was no such thing. However, even to this day..when someone ask me 'what do you want to be when you grow up?'..the thought of being a pokemon trainer still looms in my mind. Watching television has changed my ambition a few times..when I saw border security on TV, I thought it was a really cool job to be searching people's bag for drugs as they pass through custom so I thought, Mm..I think I want to be a custom officer when I grow up. Then when I watched Bondi Rescue, I watched the lifeguards save people's life and I was like WOW! I want to be like them - a hero! So I thought, a job as a lifeguard sounds neat &amp;amp; exciting. Currently, I'm a fan of Masterchef and I'm thinking about being a chef and creating all this wonderful meals that people would love eating. Yum! The newest show that just came out - 'Recruits', I watch how people became a police officer and just the thought that EVERYDAY is different &amp;amp; exciting gets me going! YES YES! That's the job for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music plays a huge role in my life. Honestly, it means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt; to me as an individual. Now, not any ordinary music. I believe that chinese music holds the most meaning and hearing it just touches your heart and I find it easy to relate to it. I love singing, chinese song - that is! I don't have a bad voice but I don't have a strong voice either, however..if I did have a strong voice, I would love to fly to Taiwan and become a singer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm allowed to dream, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone that knows her strength and weakness well, I know that I am not smart academically. I fail in studying! It annoys me that some teachers groups asians into a 'smart' category and when you meet them for the first time at the start of the year, their eyes looks at you like they expect great results from you. However, after meeting me..I think the stereotypes of asian is quickly destroyed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Sorry Asians!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seem like a good quiet asian to most people but I've done some things most of you would have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; done. Before I moved here, I was quite a naughty kid. I joined a gangster group and learnt to shoplift with friends, canned on the hand by my chinese teacher, wagged school every opportunity I can get, forge parents signature, hit my chinese teacher, vandalize the school toilets, gone to detention, meeting with the principal, shout at teachers and many others endless things.. I think it was just a stage of my life where I was probably at my worse. I no longer hide and deny it around my friends. I think being honest about this is really important because if they accept your faults, chances are..the friendships are able to last. Don't worry, I've told my mum the truth about most of them last year..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; apparently she was aware of some of them. So that explains why my family migrated to Perth, right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I never had a good relationship with any teachers in Singapore, I have a dislike for teachers overall but strongly dislike them if they are chinese teachers. My teachers in Singapore never believed in me, they called me useless and 'someone that won't succeed in the future' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(mind you, I will prove them wrong!)&lt;/span&gt;. I've spent most of my days in school standing outside the classroom for disobeying the teachers or standing up for a whole lesson for failing my spelling test. I would say, it was a daily routine I was quite used too. When I moved to Perth, my year 7 teacher was really different. I think he actually treated me as a student. For once I felt like any other normal kid should feel. Studying in Perth, I've met teachers who are racist and sexist and judgemental! I think no matter how much I hate or dislike a teacher, I will still respect as a teacher. *salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; let's just say...I know more things that goes on behind my back than I really should! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you think teachers betray teachers? of course, they'll human!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I think its just the kind of things you just ignore and move on..&lt;br /&gt;as long as you, yourself know its not true, you just go meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little drama in life is always good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think because of the things I've been through in Singapore, a part of me wants to be a teacher, primary school teacher - that is! But will I be able to fully get over all those that happened? Probably not! Its like a scar that keeps on living in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently doing my final year in high school. Its basically the year that tells you whether you make it to university or not so it is a very important year for me! I can tell you, I'm not doing too well at the moment. I hate Maths with a passion more than any other subjects! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;aths &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;akes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ad! Honestly! In year 10, I had this maths teacher, he use to tell jokes and honestly, Most of his jokes were lame alright! But it usually got a laugh out of me and I didn't realize the importance of it till year 12 when I look forward to a joke to get me through that hour of maths and all I got from my teacher was maths talk. Do'h! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me cant wait to leave high school! However, the other part of me is scared and filled with anxiety. Will I make new friends? What if I don't make any friends? What if no one likes me? There are so many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt; that it just boogles my mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, random facts you should know about me. I'm left handed and I am very proud to be unique and a little different from 70% of people. I have a scar on my eyebrow that is quite obvious. My fringe plays a major role in my life. It covers up my eyebrow scar and it also covers up my pimples on my forehead. I am forever grateful to my fringe! I have a belly button but I don't have a hole which means I can forget about getting a belly button piercing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cries*&lt;/span&gt; If I don't get enough sleep, I get triple eyelids instead of my usual double eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to spend my weekends at North bridge hanging out at pot black, playing pool, drinking bubble tea, karaoke at Utopia, Timezone, Neoprints. You know, all the Asian things that typical Asian does!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; (No stalker please. I learn taekwondo!!) &lt;/span&gt;I think my ideal day would be drinking hot chocolate from muzz buzz, sitting in front of my computer/laptop while reading blogs and talking on MSN in front of the heater. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Its not too much to ask for a simple girl! is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple things actually makes my day. Someone who I'm not friends with, more like acquaintance comes up to me and gives me a hug and says, you look sad, I think you need it. Can I just say, I'll always remember that moment? Not because I got a hug, but because I feel like someone cares. Most people know that I don't really like giving people eye contact especially teachers &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cause they always look intimidating - to me anyways)&lt;/span&gt;! I try to avoid eye contact at all cause. But when I do look and they smile, if I smile back, they made my day. Yeah, just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if its not obviously I love ranting! Without ranting, there would be no blog readers. With no blog readers, there will be no blog, with no blog there will be no me. That's right! Blogging is actually a part of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;If you read all this then wow! Kudos to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.P.S:&lt;/span&gt; What are the chances of people reading ALL of this? 1%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this post is all about ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ME! ME! ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing about you; cause I'm selfish like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-5565229770047939850?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5565229770047939850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-me-longest-post-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5565229770047939850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5565229770047939850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-me-longest-post-ever.html' title='About Me! (Longest post ever!)'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1471740833306516524</id><published>2009-06-18T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Blogging in school..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attempted to write a letter; in ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got a piece of paper; but its empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; doing careless mistakes in Maths, especially in my exams which cost me valuable marks. -.- There was this one question where they asked for the maximum and the minimum. I said minimum was 2 and maximum was 1. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUDGE CAKE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Can you imagine my teacher shaking his head at my stupid careless mistake. Its like ONE OF THE EASIEST QUESTIONS and I manage to get it wrong, not even on purpose. I would NEVER throw away marks like this purposely but some how I always throw them away accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 256px;" alt="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/2074476277_57612362ca_o.jpg" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/2074476277_57612362ca_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this week to end already. Its like ONE of the slowest week in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HISTORY!&lt;/span&gt; In class, the clock seems to move really slow - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snail pace&lt;/span&gt;. Also, my Sunday tuition, the lady in-charge..she wants to know what I got for my exams. However, I don't want to tell her. I should have the right to keep it a secret hey?! Now, now..the reason isn't because I failed Maths! I know I passed English but I don't intend to tell her either results. Maybe I'll tell Ms Ravinder my English results since she's my teacher..but I don't want her blabbing about it to that lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past 2 weeks, I've been driving back home after tuition, I'm semi comfortable with being on the road but I still cant PARK! I cant park AT ALL. Its like mission impossible in my world and my dad makes it seem so easy. He always most does a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PURRR-FECT&lt;/span&gt; parking whether its parallel or reverse. Guess I'm not going to get my license anytime soon. ;____; Lerlyn says I should just keep practicing and it will come naturally. I really hope so. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes to lunch!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;i should sign off now from childhood studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days till Back to the 80's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;cant wait, cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hopefully its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get me rolling on the floor with laughter please :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-1471740833306516524?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1471740833306516524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogging-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1471740833306516524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1471740833306516524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogging-in-school.html' title='Blogging in school..'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-8206235311751299302</id><published>2009-06-17T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Sucks to be year 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-posted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; blog post from my private blog..&lt;br /&gt;right hand side column, you can re-read the past history! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i re-read them &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was laughing at my grammer!&lt;br /&gt;so many mistakes..I need to hire someone good in english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why, mysteriously cassie pops up in my head!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today looking forward to assembly like I have never felt before! Why? I wanted to watch the dances from the back to the 80's concert but turns out, I forgot that we won't be able to get a clear view of the play because we were ALL THE WAY at the back of the gym. The place I was sitting was being blocked by all the year 11 students AND the teachers sitting on chair in the middle of the gym. If the teachers weren't sitting on the chair, I would most probably get a better view! Pfftt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be year 12 hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half my time staring at the head of the boy in front of me. Such a let down, oh well..cant wait till next Wednesday to watch the Back to the 80's! We got the front row but apparently taufiq said we should have gotten the middle row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently blogging in Childhood studies even though I'm meant to be researching my next assignment. Super boring assignment please! Why did I take Childhood Studies? Because it was either childhood studies OR career &amp;amp; enterprise. Both equally bad! Ahhhhh...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHI DA BIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna pack up now..&lt;br /&gt;Maths next session! wooo~ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shows joy*&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*blows raspberry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, back at home! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was surprisingly filled with tons of laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, a small, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; good news for me :) Found a mistake on my exam paper and I got an extra 1 mark which is extra 1% BUT still, I flunked Maths and am no where near to passing. But its okay, earning an extra 1% is always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD!&lt;/span&gt; Totally slacked in Maths,  I didn't do ANY work at all, just chat, crack up laughing at the stupid things we say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to sound&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LAME&lt;/span&gt; to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to get Mr Mulligan to sign this sheet of paper as the year 12 TEE will be going on an English lecture at Curtin on Monday...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so Samiya, went to let him sign the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Samiya:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eww, Mr Mulligan didn't even look where he was signing, he just scribbled randomly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o__o Is that his signature? I could totally forge that! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*does an exact duplicate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Samiya:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, its so easy! Anyone could do that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could steal his credit card &amp;amp; sign it -.- Then viola! I get $$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (ka-ching $-$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Samiya: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's a maths teacher, don't you think he's going to notice something's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I guess. He's a magician. Instead of $100,000, he'll notice it became..$10, 000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-silent moment-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Samiya:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAGICIAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROFLMAO! &lt;/span&gt;I meant Mathematician! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;oh blur queen! ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yes, our conversations are always this random &amp;amp; strange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-8206235311751299302?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/8206235311751299302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucks-to-be-year-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8206235311751299302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8206235311751299302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucks-to-be-year-12.html' title='Sucks to be year 12'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-5504916687483782694</id><published>2009-06-16T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Another day at school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Some Ji Bai keep stealing my chair in art!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its SO annoying! ;___;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm gone for like 2 minutes, I will return to art class with my chair being taken! Or, my bag on my chair being moved to a dirty chair! Up yours..whoever you are. You ji bai! &gt;:( You've done it one too many time asshole! Kanasai! Don't you know how rude it is. Nabei. *scowls* Obviously if you see my bag on the chair, it means I'm using it. Who are you to take it away? The president or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the funny thing, I don't even know who this is directed too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want to know either, I don't care...=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ms Maraldo is an awesome teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadly, I'll never have her as a teacher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually makes teachers look COOL! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o____o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; teachers that make me laugh = GOOD! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Pereira wasn't here today so we had her as a relieve teacher again. We had to read this article, which was SUPER boring! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt; But she's super funny. She's like, 'how about let's read it together, I'll read it cause I love my voice'..ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I love her accent too! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this article was talking about coral reef at coral bay up north in Australia and after she finish reading..She's like I want to go there! I thought she was joking but then she actually starting researching about snorkelling &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the different underwater creatures she can see there. Then we had a class discussion about the weathers up in coral reef, felt like I was in Geography. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one did any work for that session cept maybe Brandon! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Only boy in our class, what do you expect XD HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was in little groups having mini conversation which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Anna &amp;amp; Tyla was having converstions about taekwondo &amp;amp;&amp;amp; exam results&lt;br /&gt;Talking about exam results, exam results can CHI DA BIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tomorrow, we have ASSEMBLY! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*dances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; its the same time as AIT so..NO AIT! Booyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;the timing doesn't get any better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who decided on the time for this assembly..&lt;br /&gt;Ms Baud? Student Counciliors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care..THANK YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now earthling~&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/4240061063373124474-5504916687483782694?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/5504916687483782694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5504916687483782694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/5504916687483782694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day-at-school.html' title='Another day at school...'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7544566392946241305</id><published>2009-06-15T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:02.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nicole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY NICOLE TAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/DSCF1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 291px;" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/DSCF1347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hope you have a great day &amp;amp; continue to live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I already told you this on text message but I shall repeat it again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a really awesome friend!&lt;br /&gt;I can never thank you enough for teaching me to stand up for myself!&lt;br /&gt;By being friends with you, I have learnt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/DSCF1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 296px;" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/DSCF1346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me when I needed someone to talk too.&lt;br /&gt;If you EVER need someone to talk too, I promise I'll be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, yes..that is nothing but the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the north bridge moments with you &amp;amp; Debbie!&lt;br /&gt;you guys are REALLY cool kids! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardcore asians ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/nicoledeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/nicoledeb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to terrorize northbridge with you &amp;amp; Debbie again some day..&lt;br /&gt;Hope your enjoying Curtin this year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the best in everything you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*huggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-7544566392946241305?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7544566392946241305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-nicole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7544566392946241305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7544566392946241305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-nicole.html' title='Happy Birthday Nicole!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6446114654977282448</id><published>2009-06-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Mahjong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, Annie, Gladys and Gillian came over to watch Dead Poet's Society. All I can say is, I don't really like that show, at all. Except SOME parts were interesting for a wee second then I would start to fall asleep. I think the rest of them enjoyed it except me, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; 1 person cried really badly, really badly! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the tears just kept falling..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't even understand which part was sad ;___;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for English tuition homework, I wouldn't watch it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I think we were meant to write notes on it, no one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after we watched Dead Poets society, we played Mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kudos to Annie for the pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIxIBtlTLI/AAAAAAAACZE/XbQWo099PR8/s1600-h/P120609_16.49%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346389721610538162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIxIBtlTLI/AAAAAAAACZE/XbQWo099PR8/s320/P120609_16.49%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIwfqfyvpI/AAAAAAAACY8/JTPUDh3EoeY/s1600-h/P120609_16.49%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346389028183916178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIwfqfyvpI/AAAAAAAACY8/JTPUDh3EoeY/s320/P120609_16.49%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIwfmTNz0I/AAAAAAAACY0/bTijW205Q1I/s1600-h/P120609_16.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346389027057422146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIwfmTNz0I/AAAAAAAACY0/bTijW205Q1I/s320/P120609_16.51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh what's that? They stick together! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIwfOCNN8I/AAAAAAAACYk/Rtha2246rHY/s1600-h/P120609_16.58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346389020543629250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIwfOCNN8I/AAAAAAAACYk/Rtha2246rHY/s320/P120609_16.58.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIwfHqwTEI/AAAAAAAACYc/orBeFeXLQO4/s1600-h/P120609_17.01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346389018834652226" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIwfHqwTEI/AAAAAAAACYc/orBeFeXLQO4/s320/P120609_17.01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Annie was like the PRO out of us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won 2 games! *wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;Was fun! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, won't be blogging until school starts in like..2 days! Mum thinks I've been using the computer too much! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the only reason why I'm blogging right now is because she's not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;See you guys on MONDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&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/4240061063373124474-6446114654977282448?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6446114654977282448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/mahjong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6446114654977282448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6446114654977282448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/mahjong.html' title='Mahjong'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjaZwUO2cjw/SjIxIBtlTLI/AAAAAAAACZE/XbQWo099PR8/s72-c/P120609_16.49%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3000372692758270413</id><published>2009-06-12T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Goong + English = weird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I cant believe its Friday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Technically, I just have the weekends to laze around drinking pokka green tea and eating asian crackers while watching goong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*whines*&lt;/span&gt; I'm now on episode 10 of Goong, how can I watch ALL the episodes in 2 days? That's near to impossible unless you were Lisyn or Lilyn Tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today at 1p.m, Annie, Anna, Gladys, and Gillian will be coming to my house to watch 'Dead Poets Society' for our english tuition.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (homework) &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, nothing better than watching a movie for english! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It would have been even better if we got to choose the movie) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 281px; height: 281px;" alt="http://nighthawknews.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dead_poets_society.jpg" src="http://nighthawknews.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dead_poets_society.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today is the LAST day of the exams!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special good luck to Sta*, Lisyn, Annie &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Anna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh oh..++ Amanda Low too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had a dream last night. It was a weird dream,  really. I dreamt that we were in assembly then Ms Baud looked REALLY angry, she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The following people whom name I will call, you will come to the front!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started calling out ALL this names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; then&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; MAY ZHANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (she pronunced zhang as zang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird much! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's how she usually pronunced my name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then I saw basically more than HALF the year 12's at the front. Even some literature students and 3A/3B students. Then, Ms Baud said, all the people at the front flunked their english exam. Then she goes, there will be a severe punishment! Then Ms Dinoto walks in with a long ruler and then she ask people to stick out their hand and she whacks each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't know what happen but when she came to me, I didn't stick out my hand. I wasn't scared or nervous, in fact..I've experience this before! (in singapore) I didn't move but all of a sudden...this bodyguards from Goong crowded around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this bodyguard told Ms Dinoto something in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KOREAN&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, does Ms Dinoto understand KOREAN? I DON'T THINK SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I had no either what the bodyguards said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I immediately woke up after that able to remember my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HELL WEIRD! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why I dream this kind of dreams..I've been extremely worried about my exams, english exam in particular and watching goong for the whole day must have gotten to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; when I read the tagboard, turns out Gladys had a dream too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(about english too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;omg i got this freaking weird dream! that we were chased by the english teachers with our folders coz we supposedly failed our eng exams! they were chasing us around like mad! n they looked mad 2!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have shared with you guys my dream if Gladys didn't share her dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, off to err..watch GOONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 450px; height: 337px;" alt="http://www.munzir.net/goong2.jpg" src="http://www.munzir.net/goong2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-3000372692758270413?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3000372692758270413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/goong-english-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3000372692758270413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3000372692758270413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/goong-english-weird.html' title='Goong + English = weird!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7770886493571713964</id><published>2009-06-10T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>UWA  Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was packing my room for about 10 minutes then my short attention span got to me! So I looked around and spot my laptop a few metres from me. So I thought, what a good time to blog. So, that's why I'm blogging right now, to procrastinate against packing my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to UWA's library yesterday with the Ting's. I don't know if its just me but I don't like UWA very much. The people there aren't people I actually imagine myself hanging out with. (no offence of  course!) Maybe I shouldn't be so judgemental about it since I haven't explored the rest of the university yet, just the Medicine side of the library. Okay, I admit. Its also because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COULD NOT&lt;/span&gt; find any hot guys to err..observe. It was like finding a needle in a haystack. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(again, not offending ANYONE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, besides helping Nick witth AIT, I brought my laptop and watched 'goong'! If you've watched goong before, you know some parts are just HILARIOUS. So there I was sitting in the corner of the library watching Goong and laughing silently which I actually found hard since when you find something funny, you go HAHA then suddenly you have to remember to control your laughter or else everyone in the library will turn their heads in your direction and give you the EVIL STARE. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I hate evil stare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like those stares that teachers are very good at! O______O&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, evil stare = intimidating! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I get intimidated really easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I think spending 1 whole day at the library wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Except..getting up at 7a.m and get ready by 7:50a.m, that wasn't that enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-post ends abruptly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum just found out I was using the computer in my room..&lt;br /&gt;She's like..'I thought you said your packing your room?'&lt;br /&gt;I was like..&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*shifty eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she's like..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;packing your room with the computer on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, I'm multi-tasking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: =.= &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*walks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days before I have to return to  school. OH MAN. I don't want to return to school yet..just the thought of getting back my results makes me feel like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *fainting* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I GOT A WEAK HEART! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart isn't prone to stress. kthx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 194px; height: 70px;" alt="http://www.123heartdiseasecenter.com/images/heart-beat.gif" src="http://www.123heartdiseasecenter.com/images/heart-beat.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling my teachers isn't going to be very pleased with my results either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*evil glares from teachers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I should go back to packing my room now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-Bye!&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/4240061063373124474-7770886493571713964?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7770886493571713964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/uwa-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7770886493571713964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7770886493571713964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/uwa-library.html' title='UWA  Library'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-9134667957478548265</id><published>2009-06-08T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Exams OFFICIALLY done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Re-uploaded ALL the pictures again! So if you scroll down now, the pictures should load..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a throbbing headache in the morning when I woke up &amp;amp; the headache followed me even when I went to sit for my Maths exam. For 3 hours I had that constant throbbing headache like someone was knocking my head constantly while I was attempting Maths questions. I mean, its Maths! Its not good if you get a headache, right? However, I am so relieved ALL my exams are officially done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;4/4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths exam wasn't the best I could have done, it wasn't the worst either.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, there were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TOO MANY&lt;/span&gt; questions to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I left out a few pages with tons of marks especially the back pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hope I pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days, I should go pack my room or my momo will be really cross.&lt;br /&gt;++ I promised her I will clean it up. Right now, its got papers like EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 211px; height: 211px;" alt="http://primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/angry-face.jpg" src="http://primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/angry-face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I MAY go library with Nick &amp;amp; Steph Ting to help Nick with AIT.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't mind helping, I don't want to be BORED like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My head is killing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off~&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/4240061063373124474-9134667957478548265?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/9134667957478548265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/exams-officially-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/9134667957478548265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/9134667957478548265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/exams-officially-done.html' title='Exams OFFICIALLY done!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7304026536318274122</id><published>2009-06-07T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Fancy dress party! Cam-whore galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, we went to my parent's friends anniversary! I didn't want to go alone so mum said I could invite one friend and I decided to invite Steph! So even though it was a fancy dress party, me and Steph initially plan to just dress normally but last minute, my mum is like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; Oi, see..everyone dressing up, go wear fancy dress. go! go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, I looked through my wardrobe and all I found was my taekwondo suit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Mum, I have nothing fancy except my taekwondo suit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, yes! Wear that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. Then went Steph came she was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o________O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..she also went home to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a blast! We cam-whored HEAPS! I look crap in ALOT of them at the beginning as my fringe &amp;amp; my face was pretty much fucked. But if I only showed you guys the 'nice' ones..I would have like 1 or 2. So I was decided, you know what..MEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, when Steph came back..we cam-whored in front of the MIRROR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(going to make the images small or else you guys can see moi pimples!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiydMKWP5TI/AAAAAAAABJE/HC6DcqrN8a0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiydMKWP5TI/AAAAAAAABJE/HC6DcqrN8a0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344819690043598130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the car...we cam-whored a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeGDgBJxI/AAAAAAAABJ0/lIayl_wWsdY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeGDgBJxI/AAAAAAAABJ0/lIayl_wWsdY/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344820684637939474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeF2LBs7I/AAAAAAAABJs/UcHH6zSWb_c/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeF2LBs7I/AAAAAAAABJs/UcHH6zSWb_c/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344820681060234162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there..went to cam-whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiydMn_kX4I/AAAAAAAABJk/oH3tBTtD8sE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiydMn_kX4I/AAAAAAAABJk/oH3tBTtD8sE/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344819698001534850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana in Pyjamas!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (fringe screwed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeGAuaw6I/AAAAAAAABJ8/JYNddeoMsbE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeGAuaw6I/AAAAAAAABJ8/JYNddeoMsbE/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344820683893031842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the person in the outfit? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeGZ4538I/AAAAAAAABKE/RNse41vOKIM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeGZ4538I/AAAAAAAABKE/RNse41vOKIM/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344820690647900098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my fringe gets a little better later on! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeGqLZijI/AAAAAAAABKM/2-eqL3jJ3us/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyeGqLZijI/AAAAAAAABKM/2-eqL3jJ3us/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344820695020440114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad dressed as a mechanic! Love his suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he's HELL tan hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfD2YBXjI/AAAAAAAABKU/7oI9MJSpaYk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfD2YBXjI/AAAAAAAABKU/7oI9MJSpaYk/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344821746266627634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia dressed up as a belly dancer &amp;amp;&amp;amp; B1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfEOOWI4I/AAAAAAAABKc/FUPY5gwYlPo/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfEOOWI4I/AAAAAAAABKc/FUPY5gwYlPo/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344821752668496770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's parents anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfEE9KhmI/AAAAAAAABKk/nlJhHwHHmbs/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfEE9KhmI/AAAAAAAABKk/nlJhHwHHmbs/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344821750180513378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; B2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfEb5-maI/AAAAAAAABKs/hVYfvnE4Diw/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfEb5-maI/AAAAAAAABKs/hVYfvnE4Diw/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344821756341164450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Matt's sister! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love the costume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I swear I'm a blue belt not yellow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfEXvwgTI/AAAAAAAABK0/Pr1ni2GK-rI/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfEXvwgTI/AAAAAAAABK0/Pr1ni2GK-rI/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344821755224555826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kevan &amp;amp; Me! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*heart*&lt;/span&gt; his costume!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyfrn8jkDI/AAAAAAAABK8/c53_pTys8JY/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyfrn8jkDI/AAAAAAAABK8/c53_pTys8JY/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344822429588099122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfrtTZPHI/AAAAAAAABLE/Df_D9haklG8/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyfrtTZPHI/AAAAAAAABLE/Df_D9haklG8/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344822431026068594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyfr27EHLI/AAAAAAAABLM/QUaaLUDAKno/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyfr27EHLI/AAAAAAAABLM/QUaaLUDAKno/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344822433608375474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyfr7KnPrI/AAAAAAAABLU/YkPCRFeOO64/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyfr7KnPrI/AAAAAAAABLU/YkPCRFeOO64/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344822434747334322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we went around taking pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entree came so we ate FOOD! They were yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg9HXxhNI/AAAAAAAABLc/BP601Zr3bMQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg9HXxhNI/AAAAAAAABLc/BP601Zr3bMQ/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344823829593162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg9S8nZ4I/AAAAAAAABLk/TXS8W6mL2LI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg9S8nZ4I/AAAAAAAABLk/TXS8W6mL2LI/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344823832700479362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry cocktail? Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg9gykA1I/AAAAAAAABLs/GE2XkAJ-snE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg9gykA1I/AAAAAAAABLs/GE2XkAJ-snE/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344823836416410450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg9hO1fVI/AAAAAAAABL0/7HOyKSv74dw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg9hO1fVI/AAAAAAAABL0/7HOyKSv74dw/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344823836534996306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marie &amp;amp; my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg90ZdwsI/AAAAAAAABL8/QJDegwO2b7g/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyg90ZdwsI/AAAAAAAABL8/QJDegwO2b7g/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344823841679852226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph's drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyhhlSGATI/AAAAAAAABME/i-1kQioZi10/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyhhlSGATI/AAAAAAAABME/i-1kQioZi10/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824456097694002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyhiRnd4wI/AAAAAAAABMk/TiHVpHc6cs4/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyhiRnd4wI/AAAAAAAABMk/TiHVpHc6cs4/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824467998499586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyhiIZRK5I/AAAAAAAABMc/qgVtlP7WNuU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyhiIZRK5I/AAAAAAAABMc/qgVtlP7WNuU/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824465523026834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyhhwDR_zI/AAAAAAAABMU/o5q3dYk_VS8/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyhhwDR_zI/AAAAAAAABMU/o5q3dYk_VS8/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824458988355378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyhh2tMopI/AAAAAAAABMM/nC0VJ9old2c/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyhh2tMopI/AAAAAAAABMM/nC0VJ9old2c/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824460774777490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the toilets to cam-whore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyh-rrOAhI/AAAAAAAABNM/yNYaUToAOes/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyh-rrOAhI/AAAAAAAABNM/yNYaUToAOes/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824956029895186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyh-bNCe1I/AAAAAAAABNE/ygAa_4UvZwM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyh-bNCe1I/AAAAAAAABNE/ygAa_4UvZwM/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824951608343378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyh-DHGH7I/AAAAAAAABM0/Gjxl2FnG7DI/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyh-DHGH7I/AAAAAAAABM0/Gjxl2FnG7DI/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824945140965298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goldfish. Dedicate this picture to Amanda Lim!&lt;br /&gt;(Took us a few tries coz we kept laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyh98ZRFkI/AAAAAAAABMs/WIhjaIgsGB4/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyh98ZRFkI/AAAAAAAABMs/WIhjaIgsGB4/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344824943338133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyi1hZCNsI/AAAAAAAABN0/m8rLz25pTn0/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyi1hZCNsI/AAAAAAAABN0/m8rLz25pTn0/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344825898162075330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love Joe's shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyi1f3lbsI/AAAAAAAABNs/Cj_SW1r2QnU/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyi1f3lbsI/AAAAAAAABNs/Cj_SW1r2QnU/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344825897753341634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyi1cX06AI/AAAAAAAABNk/aYp6uyOHQNw/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyi1cX06AI/AAAAAAAABNk/aYp6uyOHQNw/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344825896814831618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyi1KmZnYI/AAAAAAAABNc/TmiLRuRFMo0/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyi1KmZnYI/AAAAAAAABNc/TmiLRuRFMo0/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344825892044119426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiykFiDT-fI/AAAAAAAABN8/IEB2Yv43x60/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiykFiDT-fI/AAAAAAAABN8/IEB2Yv43x60/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344827272728934898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored so we went outside and took balloons along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiykF8mGShI/AAAAAAAABOE/22QFKTg4lkk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiykF8mGShI/AAAAAAAABOE/22QFKTg4lkk/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344827279854160402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiykGGldRrI/AAAAAAAABOM/J1_kERWhZEU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiykGGldRrI/AAAAAAAABOM/J1_kERWhZEU/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344827282535827122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiykGLQKZVI/AAAAAAAABOU/GAfBk-g4Mto/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiykGLQKZVI/AAAAAAAABOU/GAfBk-g4Mto/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344827283788686674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiypTYA63NI/AAAAAAAABQk/83yidazqgeo/s1600-h/g0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiypTYA63NI/AAAAAAAABQk/83yidazqgeo/s320/g0d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344833008110853330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyoktFzPDI/AAAAAAAABQc/sPhuCGwTDGc/s1600-h/let+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyoktFzPDI/AAAAAAAABQc/sPhuCGwTDGc/s320/let+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344832206314617906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of our balloon, hope our dreams comes through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyokV16yrI/AAAAAAAABQU/J8qFnC7OPE4/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiyokV16yrI/AAAAAAAABQU/J8qFnC7OPE4/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344832200073988786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, we took 3 piece! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Me &amp;amp; Steph swear we thought it was one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went around to TAKE PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyk6i62qMI/AAAAAAAABO8/khgmTNCphrs/s1600-h/o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyk6i62qMI/AAAAAAAABO8/khgmTNCphrs/s320/o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344828183494961346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Joe! (know him from KFC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyk6VlV0DI/AAAAAAAABO0/qyWBTX2o3xk/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyk6VlV0DI/AAAAAAAABO0/qyWBTX2o3xk/s320/00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344828179915067442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyk6JbQaTI/AAAAAAAABOs/mYT7b4S2d8g/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyk6JbQaTI/AAAAAAAABOs/mYT7b4S2d8g/s320/000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344828176651544882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyk58TbSRI/AAAAAAAABOk/UmgnqmGgZRA/s1600-h/00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siyk58TbSRI/AAAAAAAABOk/UmgnqmGgZRA/s320/00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344828173129042194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah! Praying :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiylrFOn2mI/AAAAAAAABPk/wYG6qt6yI_k/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiylrFOn2mI/AAAAAAAABPk/wYG6qt6yI_k/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829017338403426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great costume, won the top prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siylq1paraI/AAAAAAAABPc/Eli6SYXfIMc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siylq1paraI/AAAAAAAABPc/Eli6SYXfIMc/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829013155818914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steph thinks he looks like the guy from 'so you think you can dance'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siylq5yAAgI/AAAAAAAABPU/WO-Sl3OOTIc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siylq5yAAgI/AAAAAAAABPU/WO-Sl3OOTIc/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829014265561602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siylqus7lhI/AAAAAAAABPM/LGDH7GxikT8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Siylqus7lhI/AAAAAAAABPM/LGDH7GxikT8/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829011291510290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiylqtqZwWI/AAAAAAAABPE/w7ZUzZ4Gazg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiylqtqZwWI/AAAAAAAABPE/w7ZUzZ4Gazg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829011012469090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymE4YgjOI/AAAAAAAABPs/8Ya0tewPxu0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymE4YgjOI/AAAAAAAABPs/8Ya0tewPxu0/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829460566805730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That lady dressed as the girl from NCIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymFPod44I/AAAAAAAABP0/x6E2wCZyc1I/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymFPod44I/AAAAAAAABP0/x6E2wCZyc1I/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829466807755650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jumping shot, failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymFWwerGI/AAAAAAAABQE/pQ72DbcZtQ0/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymFWwerGI/AAAAAAAABQE/pQ72DbcZtQ0/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829468720409698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymFK1mLwI/AAAAAAAABP8/fRoLBSOSM7A/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymFK1mLwI/AAAAAAAABP8/fRoLBSOSM7A/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829465520647938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymFkP2tFI/AAAAAAAABQM/SYSE9boTwyo/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiymFkP2tFI/AAAAAAAABQM/SYSE9boTwyo/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829472341668946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways, it was a fun night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Steph for accompanying me! Really appreciate it and hope you had fun! Also, half way during dinner, my mum was like..'Do you guys know Harvinder?' (Harvin) &amp;amp; we'll like yeah. Turns out, his mum was sitting beside me. ROFLMAO. What a coincidence! XD &amp;amp;&amp;amp; on the same table, gwen's friend (Denise's parents) was also sitting on our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you guys had fun viewing those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-7304026536318274122?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7304026536318274122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/fancy-dress-party-cam-whore-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7304026536318274122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7304026536318274122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/fancy-dress-party-cam-whore-galore.html' title='Fancy dress party! Cam-whore galore'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SiydMKWP5TI/AAAAAAAABJE/HC6DcqrN8a0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3933482894477704821</id><published>2009-06-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Cool Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id655"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I stole this from Kura (Sam), looks like a cool quiz&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things you wish you could say to 10 different people right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id667"&gt;1. Shit, my phone is in your bag! *hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id676"&gt;2. In case your wondering, I no longer like you! Even as a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id668"&gt;3. I wish I could rewind back time, so I won't make the same mistake I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id669"&gt;4. My friend thinks your hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id670"&gt;5. Wish we were still friends..I accidentally took your pen ages ago! Want it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id671"&gt;6. I think your really pretty, I envy you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id672"&gt;7. Sometimes I hate you for being smart coz you make me feel shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id673"&gt;8. I think your a really awesome friend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id674"&gt;9. When you told me I look smarter than I really am, you actually hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id675"&gt;10. Whether you hate me, love me blog readers! LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id742"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id739"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id677"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id657"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 things people may not know about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id687"&gt;1. I look stronger emotionally than I really am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id686"&gt;2. I never act dumb, I try to be smart at all times! (yet, it seem to fail at times!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id679"&gt;3. If one of you get me a hiptop, I would really tear up abit. ;___:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id678"&gt;4. I will miss Canning Vale College when I leave after '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id680"&gt;5. Sometimes I can read people's mind, I know how they think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id681"&gt;6. I really have low self-esteem, I think its a sickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id682"&gt;7. I don't like alcohol. Its give me a migraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id685"&gt;8. I'm allergic to seafood. If I eat seafood, I get lots of symptoms add together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id684"&gt;9. As much as I love Singapore, I'll never want to live there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id741"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id740"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id683"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id659"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 ways to win my heart:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id728"&gt;1. Have a good sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id729"&gt;2. Be  romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id730"&gt;3. Don't be shy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id724"&gt;4. Spike up your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id731"&gt;5. Have a good personality, very important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id727"&gt;6. Love me for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id725"&gt;7. Hot accent makes me go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*swoon*&lt;/span&gt; I WANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id738"&gt;8. Hold hands without being afraid of what others think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id744"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id726"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id660"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that cross your mind a lot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id693"&gt;1. TEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id694"&gt;2. Homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id688"&gt;3. Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id689"&gt;4. Friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id690"&gt;5. Blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id691"&gt;6. Procrastination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id692"&gt;7. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id745"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id695"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id661"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 things you do before you fall asleep:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id698"&gt;1. Take out my contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id697"&gt;2. Arrange my bed so its comfy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id696"&gt;3. Set my alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id699"&gt;4. Daydream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id700"&gt;5. Stress about school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id701"&gt;6. Wonder what I'll be when I grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id746"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id747"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id702"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id662"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you notice in the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id703"&gt;1. Clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id707"&gt;2. Hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id706"&gt;3. Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id705"&gt;4. Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id704"&gt;5. Accent&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id708"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id663"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things you wish you never did:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id710"&gt;1. I wish I kept a good memories of the old CHIJ times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id709"&gt;2. I wish I never knew you, yes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id711"&gt;3. Didn't wag school when I was younger &amp;amp; actually did homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id712"&gt;4. Hang out with wanna-be-gangsters, so people would remember me differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id736"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id737"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id713"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id664"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 songs to describe your life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id715"&gt;1. Ai Ni Bu Shi Ai Gei Bie Ren Kan (Love you, not for others to see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id714"&gt;2. Jie Kou (Excuses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id716"&gt;3. Jian Dan Ai (Simple love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id748"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id717"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id665"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 things you want to do before you die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id719"&gt;1. Be successful in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id718"&gt;2. Start a family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id734"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id735"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id720"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id666"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 confession:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id722"&gt;1. I don't really like MOST teachers coz I think they are too judgemental at times&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/4240061063373124474-3933482894477704821?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3933482894477704821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/cool-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3933482894477704821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3933482894477704821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/cool-quiz.html' title='Cool Quiz'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7648188192926825340</id><published>2009-06-06T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Edward Cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/1537/112gx9uik4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I believe they'll drinking bubble tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Studying for Maths!&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/4240061063373124474-7648188192926825340?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7648188192926825340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/edward-cullen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7648188192926825340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7648188192926825340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/edward-cullen.html' title='Edward Cullen'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7535417614294178124</id><published>2009-06-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Murdoch Library to study Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I had no exams so I went Murdoch Library to study with Steph &amp;amp; Mel (Steph's sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to meet at 9a.m initially but because we wanted to get a good sit in Murdoch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with the comfy cushions)&lt;/span&gt;..we decided to meet at 8a.m instead. Mel drove us to Livingston to grab Subway for lunch then we walked to Livingston to get stuff at Woolworths. When we bought everything, we rushed to the bus stop only to see 2 bus leaving. ;__; But, then there was this 'miracle'..the 3rd bus came in less than 1 minute. You don't see 3 bus at a stop in less than 10 minutes apart right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we headed to the Library. The stop that me and steph usually stop was quite far from the library and I believed there was a closer stop so, we decided to stay on the bus for 1 more stop. Sadly, it stopped in an industrial area. So we had to walk all the way back. HAHA. Mel &amp;amp; Steph was so not happy XD Bwahaha..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I had to defend myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'See, you shouldn't listen to someone younger than you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after like 10-15 reached the library. I nearly died considering I was carrying a heavy bag, a large file &amp;amp; my laptop ++ Subway &amp;amp;&amp;amp; stuff I bought from Woolworths. In the library, our lovely spot we woke up early for was taken. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dammit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to sit on a normal table with no cushy chairs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*fumes coming out of ears*  &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; then we got straight down to work. Currently I'm studying Maths and hope I do well in my LAST exam because the rest was a big failure. I know, I know I can do well! I just don't know why is it that I'm usually confident till I see the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updates in the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:38a.m: &lt;/span&gt;Lady came to tell us we cant eat food here!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *snorts*&lt;/span&gt; She saw Tim Tam &amp;amp; Subway on the table and she assumed we were eating. Err, no. *shifty eyes* We were just sniffing it to help us stay on track with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:06a.m&lt;/span&gt;: Read finish a few pages of the magazine. Maths hurts my head ;___; Okay, back to Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:40a.m:&lt;/span&gt; Moved to the cushy chairs! YAY! :) There was only 1 person sitting there so we asked to join her. She's studying Tourism :D Her handwriting's BIG.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Not a stalker! kthx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:43p.m: &lt;/span&gt;Steph left me alone with the cushy chairs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the stranger ;___; Just remembered, Physics student doing their exams now. GOOD LUCK ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:50p.m:&lt;/span&gt; Gosh, the 6 people opposite me are heck noisy! They'll like middle school kiddo =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:31p.m:&lt;/span&gt; The girl sitting opposite me is packing up, hahah! Yay, since my battery is running out &amp;amp; she was using it to charge her laptop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:27p.m:&lt;/span&gt; Whee, studied 5 chapters today! 2 more &amp;amp;&amp;amp; im done. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:14p.m:&lt;/span&gt; Cant study anymore. Too hyper, must have ate too much Toblerone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE PRAY THAT I PASS MATHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try &amp;amp; understand Maths..&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and be friends with Maths!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to convince myself to LOVE maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(until I finish my exam at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:11p.m&lt;/span&gt;, im going to pack up my laptop now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, I'll update this on blogger when I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-7535417614294178124?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7535417614294178124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/murdoch-library-to-study-maths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7535417614294178124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7535417614294178124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/murdoch-library-to-study-maths.html' title='Murdoch Library to study Maths'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6334163289281850190</id><published>2009-06-04T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Human Biology Exam = Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HA! I thought AIT was bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Biology was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x10000000&lt;/span&gt; worse. I had like half an hour left and I didn't have anything else to write anymore. I had enough time to even count up the marks I would MOST PROBABLY get correct and it came to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;87/200&lt;/span&gt;! I know, your as shock as I am. Don't worry, I was mortified when I realize it too. Extended question was horrible. I lost 20 marks+ there out of 40 so section C is a confirm fail. Section B is either JUST pass or JUST fail. If I get most of my guess right, I'll pass..if not, I'll fail. I'm ONLY confident I'll pass multiple choice. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONESTLY&lt;/span&gt; not exaggerating, I honestly swear! I actually did THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who Ms Baud is going to come after for Poor academic achievement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to sulk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;______;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6334163289281850190?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6334163289281850190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/human-biology-exam-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6334163289281850190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6334163289281850190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/human-biology-exam-failure.html' title='Human Biology Exam = Failure'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7379386369120339241</id><published>2009-06-03T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Stuff Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I really suck. Honestly, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 exams to complete for semester 1. I've already completed 2 exams and I stuffed up 2 exams so far. Yeah, go figure. I didn't do well in English because I didn't understand ANY questions clearly. So obviously I just wrote 'crap' which I actually hope answered the question. But after asking people what they wrote, gee..its either all 4 of them are wrong, or I'm wrong. *snorts* Then AIT..not enough time so I left like tons of questions out ++ I didn't know how to do alot of the questions. Argh, disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well, what's done is done right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope and pray..I do well for Human Biology tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;_____;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my confidence level is at rock bottom after completing AIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CIAO to study human biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Like my 'new' layout.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Gwen for permission to use the codes for the sub-header :)&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/4240061063373124474-7379386369120339241?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7379386369120339241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuff-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7379386369120339241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7379386369120339241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuff-exam.html' title='Stuff Exam'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6069367892774373551</id><published>2009-06-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Murdoch Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, FIRSTLY! English exam wasn't good. I didn't even understand ANY of the question clearly so how was I meant to know if I answered the question? Anyways, tried my best &amp;amp; like what a.jo said, I shouldn't broad over it. What's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, english exam was 3 hours of HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at school, you could actually feel the tension in school. All the year 12's were either reading through their notes, talking about english or just looked really nervous. You could feel the atmosphere was pretty tense and there were like 100 conversations going on at the same time!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(However, I just observe everyone &amp;amp; chuckled a little at times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you see people looking nervous, you know your not the only one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam, me &amp;amp; Steph walked to Livingston to get Muzz Buzz and Subway before heading to Murdoch Library to study. Nick was meant to wait for us at the school library but turns out, he went to the city with Wayne so they would meet us at the library. At the Murdoch stop, we met Nick and Wayne on the bus, such a co-incidence. Thought they were still at the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I'm bad in narrating! We studied a little but then I realize..I couldn't study AIT without internet as I had to do research. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So studying AIT was sadly a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, saw Caroline &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(andre's date to the ball)&lt;/span&gt; in the library and she chatted with us for a while. She's like one of the people that are super nice and friendly. Still remember she use to give me motivational talk on MSN about how everyone was pretty inside and outside and that I shouldn't feel ugly at all. BWAHAHA. (Y) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(how embarrassing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, then Wei Xiang and his sister came to the library to 'hang out' as they didn't want to go home. By the time they came, we were no longer studying but steph was attempting to study which I believe failed. Then behind our table was this group of noisy asians. Everytime we laugh, they would laugh louder or immitate us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retarded freakazoid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, at 8:30p.m, called mum to pick Steph, Nick, Wayne and me up from Murdoch. Mum dropped them at Ting's house then I went to bath &amp;amp;&amp;amp; decided to blog about my day because I wouldn't remember half of what happened today, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AIT exam tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I hope the english exam went well for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coz it didn't for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6069367892774373551?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6069367892774373551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/murdoch-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6069367892774373551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6069367892774373551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/murdoch-library.html' title='Murdoch Library'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-8043507858209814202</id><published>2009-06-01T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>English exam tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exam starts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been studying WITHOUT procrastination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know, its pretty a-MAY-zing hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, English exam tomorrow-w-w.&lt;br /&gt;I'm REALLY nervous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;What if I forget the narrative elements &amp;amp; techniques?&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't understand the question?&lt;br /&gt;What if I forgot who wrote the novel, Maestro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'what if'&lt;/span&gt; going through my mind at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..good luck to everyone sitting for exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially the CVC kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(year 11 &amp;amp; year 12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all the best, hope you guys do well.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; pass your exams with flying colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-8043507858209814202?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/8043507858209814202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-exam-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8043507858209814202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8043507858209814202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-exam-tomorrow.html' title='English exam tomorrow!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1117930545985327235</id><published>2009-05-31T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Wow! Totally EPIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p43/Viexe/Pwnedliektotally.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 132px;" src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p43/Viexe/Pwnedliektotally.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I wanna be her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;taekwondo never taught me that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ONE EPIC SHIT GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; go back to studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre id="line566"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-1117930545985327235?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1117930545985327235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-totally-epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1117930545985327235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1117930545985327235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-totally-epic.html' title='Wow! Totally EPIC!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-8060258597102130434</id><published>2009-05-29T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>My definition of 'friend'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone have different opinions on the word 'friend'. Some will treat everyone they talk too in their life as a friend. For me, just by talking to someone does not mean they are my friend. I hope YOU will respect my value and attitude of a 'friend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my definition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone I can talk too when I'm upset and down. A friend is someone I love hanging out with and I feel absolutely comfortable around them. I can be myself when I'm around them. I don't care what they think of me because we've come to a point in our friendship where we could dislike each other or get in fight but we know that we will still remain as friends&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (most of the time)&lt;/span&gt;. A friend is someone that I would love to hang out with on the weekends and when I have a party, I would always think of inviting them. If I have a secret to tell, I would love for them to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acquaintance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintance on the other hand..I know them, that's it. Most of my acquaintance are more of a 'hi'..'bye' friend. We seldom talk in real life but we know each other. BUT when I feel the need to find someone to hang out with, I wouldn't really think of them first. Only and only because we are just acquaintance. Acquaintance means there is a certain point in the relationship where if I had a secret, I wouldn't really think of telling you first-hand. You could say, we aren't at the 'trust' level of a friend. Acquaintance is different from a friend, I don't feel AS comfortable around them as I feel around people I regard as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To make it EVEN easier to understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I saw my 'friend', I would say HELLO! and maybe even hang out with them for a while..&lt;br /&gt;If I saw my 'acquaintance', I would say HELLO! only if our eyes meet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; read this, you understand my value of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lie to you and say your my 'friend' when in my point of view we'll not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if it sounds harsh but I've tried to make it sound as nice as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; so far, im not sure if its working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I hope I made things clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the question on why is it so hard for me to take someone as a friend..&lt;br /&gt;Its not. I mean, I love making new friends but every friends was once an acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the need to be angry or upset &amp;amp; you no longer count me as your 'friend'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;suit yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a friend told me that, I would be 'heart broken'&lt;br /&gt;If an acquaintance told me that, I would be like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o__o&lt;/span&gt; hokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we don't really know each other...&lt;br /&gt;we've had probably 1 real conversation in real life..&lt;br /&gt;so I don't think there is anything to get upset about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Talking virtually on MSN does not count ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Jeremy said I don't sound harsh. I just sound like MAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-8060258597102130434?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/8060258597102130434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-definition-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8060258597102130434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/8060258597102130434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-definition-of.html' title='My definition of &amp;#39;friend&amp;#39;'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6187082721261728569</id><published>2009-05-28T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>I want Hiptop..Puh-leasee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey lovelies. I love all my blog readers so can one of you buy me a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hiptop&lt;/span&gt;'? I'll love you FOREVER since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;momo&lt;/span&gt; doesn't want to get me one. I hinted to her but to no avail. She's like..&lt;br /&gt;'Finish  study go outside earn your money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so badly want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hiptop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;please, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 280px; height: 236px;" alt="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2008/03/19/hiptop2_wideweb__470x396,0.jpg" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2008/03/19/hiptop2_wideweb__470x396,0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I saw a few people using this phone in school..&lt;br /&gt;I was like *swoon* I WANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never wanted something so badly since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teletubbies&lt;/span&gt; came out..&lt;br /&gt;or to the most recent thing, leavers jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT IT MORE THAN THE BLACKBERRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your reading this and you want to make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;Please buy this for me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Puh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;leasee&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;(buy &amp;amp; send to me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember my mum telling me this when I was small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'never accept things from strangers'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; make a exception just this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*puppy dog eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't intend to get me a 'hiptop' then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/Confused.jpg" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/Confused.jpg" width="267" height="389" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHY NOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today still pissed from yesterday! If you could see smoke, you could see smoke coming out of my ears in the morning. I was kinda happy I didn't have to walk to school with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; since I wasn't exactly in a mood to have a conversation. I think the walk to school alone really helped me to clear my mind. So much things have been on my mind lately. Its a real jumbled mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A part of me is still angry about yesterday but most of me have moved on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I nearly thought my worst nightmare arrived today! It stopped my poor heart for like 2 seconds. I SWEAR! I was buying lunch then Ms Baud approach me, I was like 0____O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HOMG&lt;/span&gt;! But turns out, it had nothing to do with my academic achievement :) It was something along the lines of...'Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Poyser&lt;/span&gt; says you owe her maths homework'.. BUT I don't have Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Posyer&lt;/span&gt; for Maths, Uh-huh! I have Mr Mulligan! So that was a weird moment  when I claim I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Poyser&lt;/span&gt;  for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see my eyes, it was like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; o___O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Ms Baud was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O__________0&lt;/span&gt; Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its all good though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW is the last day of school for the year 11 &amp;amp; year 12 for 2 weeks! I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; right now but next weeks are my exams so there's nothing to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I can think of getting out of exams is IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone from CVC gets swine flu. ;____;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't want anyone from CVC to get swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out of exams for a longer period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.donself.com/images/confused-baby.bmp" src="http://www.donself.com/images/confused-baby.bmp" width="321" height="389" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't give up on me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until I give up on myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6187082721261728569?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6187082721261728569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-hiptoppuh-leasee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6187082721261728569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6187082721261728569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-hiptoppuh-leasee.html' title='I want Hiptop..Puh-leasee!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-4573476439103536384</id><published>2009-05-27T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>A whole lot of rant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys! I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY, really&lt;/span&gt; feeling the stress of being year 12 right now. My head hurts badly I feel a migraine of some sort forming. I wake up and I still feel as tired as last night. Red bull doesn't work. I've been drinking red bull while studying and I have to say its little to no effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I painfully found out my average for human biology. Its so embarrassing that I don't even want to share it with you guys. I let Mr Thorne down, he's such a good teacher yet I'm getting like ___%! Even if I get 100% in semester 1, I wouldn't get a B. Yeah, that's how bad my human biology marks are. I should be punished severely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths. Oh, don't get me started on that. We were given a worksheet today and I did EVERY single question wrong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just shoot me!&lt;/span&gt; I'm pretty sure even Mr Mulligan was aware that I was getting every question wrong as I kept copying down the right answers from the board. I'm pretty god damm sure I have the lowest maths average in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I HONESTLY think I'm not a bad student. I'm not bad at all. I pay attention when the teacher's talking. I take down notes, I try to understand everything they'll saying. I complete all my homework on time &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mostly)&lt;/span&gt;. I study before the test, I do exercises from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me, coz I myself don't know anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up hope on University. I cant imagine myself there anymore. All I can imagine is Ms Baud coming up to me and telling me I'm not going to make it to university and I should consider TAFE entrance. Maybe I should just give up. Move to non TEE, admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me doesn't want to admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;People say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything is possible! Just work hard for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working hard for it. I am trying. I am also seeing no improvements.&lt;br /&gt;For someone that knows her strength and weakness really well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUDYING IS NOT MY STRENGTH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*rips hair out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ish pissed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talking about this just makes me fuming mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-has been removed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(if you didn't read this before, you miss out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because I did not get the assistance I need, we headed to city early!&lt;br /&gt;Sat outside the library eating lunch then went inside to study AIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a good mood to blog after that rant..so pictures will do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;There's barely any BECAUSE..they didn't like pictures very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Sh0T58mf4_I/AAAAAAAABIk/2-5oAiW0etM/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Sh0T58mf4_I/AAAAAAAABIk/2-5oAiW0etM/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340446619372348402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/inksplash/Image007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy didn't want his face inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Sh0T6RWSNEI/AAAAAAAABI0/rd3kgEKoTSU/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Sh0T6RWSNEI/AAAAAAAABI0/rd3kgEKoTSU/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340446624941487170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, me walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my post on May 25, 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Sh0VwkFU71I/AAAAAAAABI8/zcaifYpkGzo/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Sh0VwkFU71I/AAAAAAAABI8/zcaifYpkGzo/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340448657195200338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographer:&lt;/span&gt; Lerlyn! Thanks for helping me take this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year 8 boy did this.  Everyone knew what happened, teachers were gossiping about it. Students were gossiping about it &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I don't want to get in trouble blogging about it. So ask me if your not sure what happened today if your really curious. It was more than just a damaged glass. I was there, I saw  the whole event unfold in front of me. It was scary too. I was surprised he didn't throw punches at the teacher on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does my teachers still believe I can make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or have they given up on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-4573476439103536384?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/4573476439103536384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-lot-of-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4573476439103536384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4573476439103536384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-lot-of-rant.html' title='A whole lot of rant!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/Sh0T58mf4_I/AAAAAAAABIk/2-5oAiW0etM/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2394925238402123815</id><published>2009-05-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>I hate 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I hate 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its been nothing but a shit-hole for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wish we didn't know each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wouldn't feel like such a prisoner around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope 2009 will come to an end already&lt;br /&gt;because i never want to see you againnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2394925238402123815?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2394925238402123815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2394925238402123815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2394925238402123815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-2009.html' title='I hate 2009'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-4503207814392432669</id><published>2009-05-25T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I fail, so much for exam hiatus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So much for exam hiatus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I failed, okay..10 push ups for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I could have not blogged until my exams were over.&lt;br /&gt;but in half a year time, I want to read through my past post&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;  I want to reminisce all this! they aren't exciting, but they mean something to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, sometimes I hate myself for being so weak.&lt;br /&gt;im back in the love trap, not exactly trap, but I layed my eyes on someone.&lt;br /&gt;*drools* its a teenager thing; you guys would understand&lt;br /&gt;he makes me go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooh-la-la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didn't I notice him before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pushing the mushy mushy love talk aside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just talk about school. Well, I'll talk, you read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths first session to start off the week. Call me lucky &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you love maths)&lt;/span&gt; or unlucky&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (if you hate maths) &lt;/span&gt;but its a terrible lesson to start off the week for me. Anyways, I was glad to see Mr Mulligan teaching us again rather than the student learning to be a teacher (wanna-be-teacher). No offence of course, but I felt like I was in primary school when she was teaching. What's with the name calling to answer questions? Not cool. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after Maths, I had AIT. If you read all my other post. You can see my &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; love for AIT. Therefore, MONDAY is not a good day for me. I don't even have to talk about AIT. It will always be the same as my rant on the other post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; I hate AIT with such a passion that I'm cursing AIT in my brain from the time my foot steps into class till the time I step out of AIT. My eyes are always attracted by the clock in that classroom. Why did I even do AIT in year 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recess, mm..I don't feel like I belong anywhere anymore. Staying upstairs with the year 12, I don't feel like I belong there. I'm not studying, why am I even up there? Going downstairs, I'm lonely there. I have no idea what half the conversations are anymore. Its a year 11 shizz, I am the outlier. I found a new spot to sit, but everyone would probably rather the old spot so why bother mentioning it. A part of me wants to find a new group to hang out with, but I do love my clique VERY much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art. HAAAAA. Yes, I am still slacking every art lesson. I just sit there, on my music and then stare at people's art work during Art. Its like a hobby, I enjoy it. I spent like 10 minutes today doing art today, then daydream..for the next 50 minutes. Art is like one of those lessons, you can slack &amp;amp; slack then when the whole thing is due the next day, you somehow manage to get it done. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;(Y) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Biology, the subject I procastinate the MOST! Mr Thorne wasn't here today and apparently he's VERY sick and he wouldn't be at school tomorrow either. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get well soon Mr Thorne!&lt;/span&gt; Its sad, its our last week before our exams and that's when we need our teachers for assistance, but he's not. Nuuu. Looking at the good side, we don't have to use postcards (seating arrangement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, I belive today was one of the funniest English lessons EVER. It got me laughing uncontrollably at times. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I *heart* you english!&lt;/span&gt; (You don't see me *heart-ing* english often) But today was hilarious. My classmates showed hate to some of the year 10's which I thought was hilarious but it also got me thinking..those in CVC knows what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen when we leave and the year 9's becomes year 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will Canning Vale College become? ;____;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a teacher, I would leave CVC at the end of this  year..&lt;br /&gt;OR next year at the very maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its my blog. My opinion.&lt;br /&gt;If you think differently, go create a blog and blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stereotyping all the year 8-10's.&lt;br /&gt;but I don't think my year was THAT bad in year 8 &amp;amp; 9.&lt;br /&gt;Its like getting WORSE every year - don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-4503207814392432669?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/4503207814392432669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-fail-so-much-for-exam-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4503207814392432669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4503207814392432669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-fail-so-much-for-exam-hiatus.html' title='I fail, so much for exam hiatus!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3072776221953841765</id><published>2009-05-22T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Exam Hiatus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Currently:&lt;/span&gt; Blogging at home where its cold but dry yet I can hear the strong wind howling..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the raindrops landing on my garage. Its like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;split. splat. split. splat.&lt;/span&gt; Makes me feel cozy in a unique way and the noisy rain makes me feel kinda safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, technically 1 more week before exams.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I am announcing that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WONT&lt;/span&gt; be blogging until my exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(who am I kidding? I'm addicted to blogging)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if you check my blog daily for update..&lt;br /&gt;maybe your addicted to my blog too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'm going to try and mean it for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May WILL NOT be blogging until her exams are  finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; MSN!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not PROMISING anything about staying off msn.&lt;br /&gt;but I'll try. -whimpers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I *heart* msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ms Pereira told our class today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"IF I see ANY of you at Livingston, Northbridge, City, Partying..&lt;br /&gt;I'll take out a mock exam paper &amp;amp; make you do it RIGHT there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha! Let's not tell her I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; actually be at Northbridge &amp;amp; City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if no one tells her, she'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams will be finished on the 2nd week of exam, first day. When I come back from my hiatus. I hope to get a new layout as this layout is pretty old and boring - as you can see. My test so far as not been really good and the marks are not very pleasing. Therefore, I cant continue procrastinating. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its ruining my life god dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I finally did my English oral presentation today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG SIGH OF RELIEVE!  &lt;/span&gt;Only thing is..I talked for less than 5 minutes? I wasn't in-depth AT ALL. I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD TO GO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; IN-DEPTH! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the rest of my classmates did from 10-15 minutes &amp;amp;&amp;amp; obviously theirs was in-depth. Argh! You know how terrible I felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine ME reading out a paragraph&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; everyone else reading out a essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should sign off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have blog readers from Canning Vale College so I just want to say GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;All the best in the exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CURRENTLY ON EXAM HIATUS - 2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-3072776221953841765?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3072776221953841765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3072776221953841765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3072776221953841765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-hiatus.html' title='Exam Hiatus!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3428325202677385338</id><published>2009-05-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Typical Asians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know what is one easy way for teachers to get on my bad side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole rant is coming  from the perspective of an asian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Typical &lt;/span&gt;asians &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATES&lt;/span&gt; it when we get called to answer a question in front of the whole class. Look, caucasians probably don't have a problem with it. They'll pretty open-minded about it but asians like me. Gee, I rather get detention than answer a question in front of my whole class. So today, you guessed it. I was not the ONLY one that got called up to answer questions, I think MAJORITY of students got chosen. But stilll, If the teacher called my name up because I wasn't listening in class and they wanted to see if I understood it, I would understand. But picking on me when I was staring at the board the whole time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST ARGH!&lt;/span&gt; I'm not angry or anything..but I think it just makes me want to avoid asking the teacher ANY question even if I do need help. So next time when I need help, you bet I'll ask the person beside me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all teachers on this planet! X)&lt;br /&gt;IF you have asians in your class that are quite 'shy' as it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; do not torture them &amp;amp; call up their name in class to answer a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound like a easy thing to do but for asians..its a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short rant, but I'm just stating my point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, talking about speaking in front of the class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have an oral presentation tomorrow for english!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOOT ME PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.davidmcglynn.com/collage/images/lg_c_047.jpg" src="http://www.davidmcglynn.com/collage/images/lg_c_047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little rant on the top already showed you how MUCH I hate public speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I have to do a public speaking tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't get any better, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cursing myself and hope I get swine flu or anything.&lt;br /&gt;but if I'm not at school tomorrow,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I SWEAR i'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;++ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a human biology test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I do have to come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 286px; height: 284px;" alt="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e9/Sad_face.svg/603px-Sad_face.svg.png" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e9/Sad_face.svg/603px-Sad_face.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;I took Stef's advice &amp;amp;&amp;amp; talked to the next person that added me...&lt;br /&gt;I thought, mm..let's make new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to him for about half an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the only thing I got about him was his name is Kenny &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he's from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HA-HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that quite amusing...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm obviously sharing this with you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if its not obvious..i'm&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROCASTINATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-3428325202677385338?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3428325202677385338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/typical-asians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3428325202677385338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3428325202677385338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/typical-asians.html' title='Typical Asians'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-556646885636247231</id><published>2009-05-19T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Blogger Quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this quiz from another blogger that is specifically for bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;not quiz stolen from myspace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Rate your blogging skills out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Do you know anyone that reads your blog but rarely/never comment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes :) Jeremy, SJ..a few others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What's your purpose of being a blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procastinate against homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Has your blog ever got you in trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. If yes/no why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentioned someone's name that didn't want to be named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah well, i was partly at fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Do you hate any bloggers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you hate/dislike anyone in particular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;when I was angry before, yes! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. How long have you been blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously started blogging at the start of year 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Why should people read your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. So they can procatinate against homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Is there anyone you would rather not read your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely! All the cvc teachers &amp;amp;&amp;amp; perverts XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Why would you rather them not read your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I just don't want teachers to read I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; perverts...well, they are peverts so....o__o&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/4240061063373124474-556646885636247231?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/556646885636247231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogger-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/556646885636247231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/556646885636247231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogger-quiz.html' title='Blogger Quiz!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-1202559630466226868</id><published>2009-05-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Exams in 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, so its 2 more weeks before my exams arrive to haunt me! I cant express how I feel right now. Its like a mixed feeling I am unable to describe but I'll try. A part of me wants exams to come faster so I get it over and done with. Another part of me does not want exams to come so I have more time to study.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should be ripping out my hair, but im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I should be studying but..I'm not. I find it hard to study the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURRENT&lt;/span&gt; chapters &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the past chapters. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; when I do have time to study the past chapters, I procrastinate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marks looked okay AT the very start of the year. Now, its not looking so good, in my opinion, its starting to sink rapidly! If I flunk this coming exams, even a lifesavers float won't be able to save it! ;____;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, finished my personal ranting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was like any ordinary Monday apart from the fact I had 2 test which I did not do well in. Shall not elaborate further but I was confident I'll pass when I walked into the test then I looked at the test paper &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my mouth opened with the reaction like I got given the answers to the test.&lt;br /&gt;(no, I did not get the answers to the test! Instead, the test pwned me BIG time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 210px;" alt="http://zer0day.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/pwned.jpg" src="http://zer0day.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/pwned.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; side tracking a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, Its not that I'm blocking &amp;amp;&amp;amp; deleting people I don't know that add me. I'm not. But I don't want someone to add me just to have a few conversations and then that's it. We just rot on each other friend's list for the rest of the time. One of the reasons why I have been constantly changing e-mails is because I get too much randoms adding me from Singapore to Malaysia to Australia in general. I'm pretty happy with my 250+ contacts on my msn at the moment as I talk to majority of them on a weekly basis. If I were to accept you guys, I would have just kept to my old e-mail with over 1000 contacts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; why would you guys want to make friends with me?&lt;br /&gt;I have a horrible Asian accent, I call my friends 'fat'..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm anti-social!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://selenocentric.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/antisocial-2.jpg" src="http://selenocentric.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/antisocial-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; for the minority sick bastards that add me on MSN&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST you sick freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should defame you guys by screen printing the sick messages you guys sent &amp;amp; posting them on my blog to defame you guys. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; look, I'm not defaming Singapore in general. I'm a Singaporean too! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, I'm now an Australian citizen BUT I was born in Singapore..)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 99% of the sick people are perverts from Singapore! You guys really need to control those hormones of yours. They are all over the place! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better go start on my homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Thankies Gwen for the redskin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Buh-byeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-1202559630466226868?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/1202559630466226868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-in-2-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1202559630466226868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/1202559630466226868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-in-2-weeks.html' title='Exams in 2 weeks'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7137231749487037590</id><published>2009-05-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Career Expo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the career expo today with Erica. Unfortunately I have no pictures to blog about because..I forgot to take pictures. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, what a joke right?! &lt;/span&gt;I said to myself..'I'm going to take some shots today to beautify my blog with real life pictures rather than pictures of pokemon and beyblade &amp;amp;&amp;amp; other images stolen from google. Then when I was at having lunch with Erica at city, I was like 'o______O I forgot to take picture! hokayyy - dont panic!!' So yup! That explains why I have no real life pictures of the career expo on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At least I didn't forget to take freebies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;But, I won't let you guys down...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;stole&lt;/strike&gt; took some pictures from the internet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 228px; height: 318px;" alt="http://business.sfu.ca/test/templateV3/img-bba/CareerExpo-main.jpg" src="http://business.sfu.ca/test/templateV3/img-bba/CareerExpo-main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 351px; height: 234px;" alt="http://careers.wsu.edu/Content/Images/CareerServices/Home/career%20expo%203.jpg" src="http://careers.wsu.edu/Content/Images/CareerServices/Home/career%20expo%203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Andrea, see the stuff on the table? Freebies! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 267px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="http://www.accessnoaa.noaa.gov/images/career_expo.jpg" src="http://www.accessnoaa.noaa.gov/images/career_expo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I cant wait for university open days! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm pretty sure there's more freebies there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no, im not a typical asian you dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST LIKE FREEBIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-post ends abruptly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My post ended abruptly because I was err, serving SJ &amp;amp;&amp;amp; brandon a bicycle pump at my house. I got a call from SJ saying brandon was wondering if I had a bicycle pump. So they came over and my dad used the big air pressure he uses on car to pump up their bikes for them. Lasted a few seconds instead of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's so great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but the conversation was a little awkward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad, my friends was wondering if they can pump their bikes up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mm, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hello, my dad says okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-puts phone down-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I don't do this for people. I do it for your friends ONLY like steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Mm, its not steph. Its SJ &amp;amp; Brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; *stops working on car* huh? boys ah...you never say earlier! -sulks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Err *shifty eyes* does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; YES!! Of course it matters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; *changes subject* My friends are moving house today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He makes me feel like such a daddy girl at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anyways, back to studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-7137231749487037590?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7137231749487037590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/career-expo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7137231749487037590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7137231749487037590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/career-expo.html' title='Career Expo'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-4951795165735835033</id><published>2009-05-15T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Evolution of MAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to Danny (blogger) who wrote about his past which inspired me to reminisce my past..Even though I did do a TINY one on my private blog a while ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Evolving of May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I sounded like a Pokemon for a minute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgzFXlBzhtI/AAAAAAAABIM/3Ni-bIo69-s/s1600-h/circle-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgzFXlBzhtI/AAAAAAAABIM/3Ni-bIo69-s/s320/circle-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335856667394541266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I use to believe pokemon was the best show on TV! Only &amp;amp;&amp;amp; only BECAUSE I could remember all the words to the theme songs. My favorite part of the show was at the beginning when Ash became a pokemon trainer. I ran to my mum..'MUMM! I'm going to be a pokemon trainer when I grow up'. At that time, Ash was my role model! I wanted to be the greatest pokemon master like him. Then as months past..I painfully realized, there was no such thing as pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene:&lt;/span&gt; At the oval across from my flat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Mum, help me catch a Pokemon please! I promise I'll look after it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; There's no such thing as Pokemon, May. Its such a TV show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*refuses to believe..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;finally she learnt the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when someone ask me when you were small, what did you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mermaid? A princess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just change topics...what would they say if I said 'Pokemon trainer'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Teletubbies was first introduced, I would watch the television shows religiously. I kept bugging my parents for a teletubbie of my own. Eventually, me and marie layed our hands on our own teletubbies. Mine was Po and Marie's was la-la. I loved everything about teletubbies. I especially loved the shows which brought me to my craze of teletubbies. The television on their tummy? Oh, who would have thought of that?! Out of the 4 teletubbies, Po was my favorite out of them all. I love it when she use to ride her scooter everywhere and said 'faster, faster' in cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;(fi-dit, fi-dit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgzGDBqbsoI/AAAAAAAABIU/YQYlWaX9ekk/s1600-h/2007-3-27-teletubbies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgzGDBqbsoI/AAAAAAAABIU/YQYlWaX9ekk/s200/2007-3-27-teletubbies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335857413815513730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was news that teletubbies was possessed or some silly nonsense lke that. Me and Marie overheard the conversation my parents were having with someone. Then I told my mum to get the teletubbies from our room and throw it away. Mom kept saying, 'don't be silly lah...' but I was persistant, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THROW AWAYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;' So on that day we heard the news, both me &amp;amp; marie's teletubbies was wrapped in a black garbage bin bag &amp;amp;&amp;amp; thrown away - never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the furbies? I had the one that used batteries? The one where it started talking and it was more like a pet. I remember that I was too scared to put my hand in its mouth to feed it. So I used a stick to push it in the mouth. The annoying part was putting it to sleep, my furby was stubborn, took me AGES to put it to sleep. Pain in the ass. No wonder my craze for furbies ended quite fast. Like Danny said, what were we all thinking? They honestly look freaking creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 174px; height: 174px;" alt="http://bloggingpr.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/furby.jpg" src="http://bloggingpr.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/furby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digimons? I had a digimon device that I wore as a watch. I love the shaking and evolving of digimon. Oh-so-addictive. The connecting of digivice battles? Digimons was for boys as far as I know but I was more of a tom boy. So I would constantly shake the device like I had a fit on one of my arm. But digimon ccraze didn't last THAT long in my world. Barely a week and I stopped using it. Such a waste of money. What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Bey blade! I love it. At the shops, if there were bey blades around, girls and boys were always crowding around them. I believed it was made for boys, but girls was so into it that it became a uni-sex game. Well, it was a uni-sex game in Singapore. The bey blade didn't last very long after. Lasted longer than the digimon craze for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 152px; height: 152px;" alt="http://www.eriding.net/media/photos/toys/040602_cbrown_mp_his_toy_beyblade.jpg" src="http://www.eriding.net/media/photos/toys/040602_cbrown_mp_his_toy_beyblade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in year 7, me and Marie were so into Neopets. We were ALWAYS sharing the computer, playing games, creating guilds. Our conversation were ALWAYS about neopets. Discovered the neopets forum which got us even more addicted than before. Made alot of new friends from around the world like zoe &amp;amp;&amp;amp; willa. Learnt that teenagers and adults from around the world plays neopets. Who said it was a childish game? Used to chat on the forums and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CO-INCIDENTLY!&lt;/span&gt; Found someone from CVC that chats on the forum in the same board as me. Imagine how awkward that was! Used my 'online' name but she knew it was me. Sent me an neomail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'pssh, is this may?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'o__o omgee, how did you know my name?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'so it is you, I'm _______'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh my! guess what! I use to be in the same guild as you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got introduced to Maplestory! Biggest craze in history! Played it almost everyday for a year. I mean, what is there not to like about Maplestory? I found it fun. Addicted, I should say. I mean, SO MANY people still plays it. *pokes all of you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Maplestory will always have a place in my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction for Maplestory came to a sudden end when my computer crashed..&lt;br /&gt;very sudden &amp;amp;&amp;amp;  very sad too...='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 282px; height: 211px;" alt="http://www.gameogre.com/maplestory.jpg" src="http://www.gameogre.com/maplestory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year 11, I made a few blogs, never kept to it. In year 11, I FINALLY opened a blog that had readers! Got a little help with blogging skills from a few bloggers. Use to want blog comments so badly, remember? Then slowly the craze disappeared &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was always on a search for new, interesting blogs. Friends started to create blogs, now we have a whole network. Closed my blog down. Opened it again. Closed it down. Opened it again. Oh, lovely memories. It is through me blogging that I made friends with Nicole &amp;amp; Debbie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I *heart* them!&lt;/span&gt; Then also made friends with Gwen when we hanged out with Nicole. Then had dramas but apparently all the bloggers gave me advice on e-mail. They said its common to have drama in the blogging world Gee, I thought it only happened to Xiaxue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Don't you hate it when people keep looking at you?&lt;br /&gt;Its like they'll fucking OBSESSED with your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take a picture mate, it last longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 196px;" alt="http://www.core77.com/hack2school/img/cc_camera.jpg" src="http://www.core77.com/hack2school/img/cc_camera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you feel a fucking need to look at my face...&lt;br /&gt;don't keep looking at me, coz your face burns my retina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i cant afford to go blind coz of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-4951795165735835033?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/4951795165735835033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/evolution-of-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4951795165735835033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/4951795165735835033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/evolution-of-may.html' title='Evolution of MAY!'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgzFXlBzhtI/AAAAAAAABIM/3Ni-bIo69-s/s72-c/circle-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3015483090743399467</id><published>2009-05-15T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If my mum think that by grounding me, will cause me to study...&lt;br /&gt;then she's so VERY wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study the whole of yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Instead I was reading death &amp;amp;&amp;amp; archie comics :)&lt;br /&gt;followed by a few old magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; obviously communicating on SMS instead of MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted like $5 on text message when I could talk for FREE on msn.&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/4240061063373124474-3015483090743399467?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3015483090743399467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/grounded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3015483090743399467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3015483090743399467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/grounded.html' title='Grounded'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3729390409926712139</id><published>2009-05-13T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys! I'm awfully sorry for the previous emo post. I really didn't mean for it to happen but sometimes, shit happens. No worries, I didn't create any drama this time. I just got told by my first ever best friend that she's found a new best friend so um, yeah. Its been quite tough for me. Its a long story why we didn't end this best friend relationship when we haven't see each other for 5 years but you know, she found a new best friend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeah. Life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(she's from singapore so that explains the 5 years...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, I haven't exactly been really happy. I've shed a little tears here and there, but I'm not exactly a very strong person. I try to be strong but inside, I'm like a mess. I've taken away my emotional post. Don't worry, I didn't delete it. Just kept it away for personal viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 223px; height: 173px;" alt="http://a.abcnews.com/images/2020/ht_my_secret_061023_ssh.jpg" src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/2020/ht_my_secret_061023_ssh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to life in general..school has been such a routine I'm getting sick of it fast. Its like monday first session - maths, thursday first session - english. Argh, I pity all the teachers in general, they teach the same subjects &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; single school day for years. I cant imagine how awful that is. But then again if a science teacher didn't like science, he probably wouldn't be a science teacher..right? As far as I know, I  don't think the teacher's job is the job for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ticks that off my list*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next monday, I got an english oral presentation. I'm nervous. I'm lucky in the sense that my class has only 8 students + a teacher while other class has alot more students &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I am also lucky because I'm last to do my presentation as Ms Pereira's going down by the class roll. But  still, the thought of doing a presentation in front of the class scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 181px;" alt="http://www.glossophobia.com/images/ihatepublicspeaking165.jpg" src="http://www.glossophobia.com/images/ihatepublicspeaking165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maths teacher hasn't been here for ages. If I'm not wrong, he came back once or twice since the holiday ended? Then he was away up till now. Some people say he broke his arm, some people say his daughter broke her arm. I wouldn't know but apparently he is very sick either way. However, as much as I love having a relief teacher, exams are getting awfully closer. I need my maths teacher back not a relief teacher that just stares at you while your working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me doesn't want him to come back because..he marked finish our test.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I wouldn't want it back coz I know I failed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant solve maths problem even if my life depended on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIT has been really boring yet there have been funny moments in our class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Thomas:&lt;/span&gt; Guys, today is theory day! Did you guys do your theory homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; *whisper* Everyone say 'what theory?'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt; o___o Theory? What theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Thomas:&lt;/span&gt; if you don't know what theory I'm talking about, your in at lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt; OHHH,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THAT&lt;/span&gt; theory work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;a-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt;-zing is signing off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-3729390409926712139?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/3729390409926712139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3729390409926712139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/3729390409926712139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-7042555164616080258</id><published>2009-05-08T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Procastinating part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G7GWTEX2Lj8/SKWhIdppaAI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rAzgJdMbMq0/s400/procrastination.png" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G7GWTEX2Lj8/SKWhIdppaAI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rAzgJdMbMq0/s400/procrastination.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! I don't know if its just me. But this few days, I feel extremely tired by 11p.m. I tell myself, I will study till 12a.m but the thought of studying just makes me exhausted. Even thinking about it right now. I believe I'm suffering from...Sophophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophophobia = Fear of learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I officially diagnose myself with Sophophobia. So if studying just turns you off, then wait no further. You are suffering from Sophophobia. So diagnose yourself before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding...&lt;br /&gt;instead of doing something stupid like this...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i should be studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 283px; height: 445px;" alt="http://www.collegeanduniversityeducation.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/procrastination.jpg" src="http://www.collegeanduniversityeducation.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/procrastination.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's me a few days before the exam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even if I make a fool of myself, as long as I can escape from studying..its worth it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to continue to procrastinate against studying till my exams are over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.S:&lt;/span&gt; If your tired of reading me procrastinating against studying..then GO STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.P.S:&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure after I said that, you guys prefer reading my useless post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4240061063373124474-7042555164616080258?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/7042555164616080258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/procastinating-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7042555164616080258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/7042555164616080258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/procastinating-part-1.html' title='Procastinating part 1'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G7GWTEX2Lj8/SKWhIdppaAI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rAzgJdMbMq0/s72-c/procrastination.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-6855699124294500065</id><published>2009-05-07T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I hate Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[.edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh snap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying so well, then what made me lose motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOD! &lt;/span&gt;I was hungry, so I ate then went online...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; before I know it, i've been online for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[.edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MATHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant emphasize how much I hate maths. I just do. Maths questions are so tricky &amp;amp;&amp;amp; when they are so straight forward, it seems like a trick question. Then I spent like 10 minutes thinking of the tricky question wondering why its so easy and then I finally decide that its a trick question, so I write a trick answer WHICH turns out, its not even a trick question. So I get a SIMPLE question wrong because I thought it was a trick question. And, Mr Mulligan is probably thinking, uh-huh..she's hopeless in maths. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or maybe I just dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I have a feeling, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going to understand maths for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humour me maths! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 294px; height: 276px;" alt="http://www.geckoandfly.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/i_hate_math_will_make_you_mad.jpg" src="http://www.geckoandfly.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/i_hate_math_will_make_you_mad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 229px;" alt="http://www.geckoandfly.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/i_hate_math_will_make_you_mad4.jpg" src="http://www.geckoandfly.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/i_hate_math_will_make_you_mad4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.saynotocrack.com/img/geometry/question3.gif" src="http://www.saynotocrack.com/img/geometry/question3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a relieve teacher for English. It was Ms Maraldo? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not sure if I spelt her name right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, she's such a funny teacher! If you have her as a teacher, you'll know what I mean. She made me smile alot in that one hour &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was pretty sure she wasn't even trying to be funny. I love her accent, I thought her accent sounded american like Ms Balfus..but apparently she's canadian. Man, canadian has such a sweet accent! But I still love the american accent especially when Ms Balfus says 'geography'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i love canadian accent as much as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mason Moon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 200px;" alt="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMFRCgGKLow/SUXz2ZMyH5I/AAAAAAAAAio/ThRjVOYK4yw/s400/mason.jpg" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMFRCgGKLow/SUXz2ZMyH5I/AAAAAAAAAio/ThRjVOYK4yw/s400/mason.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and he's mixed korean &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;canadian&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; a celebrity in korea, he's such a lucky baby!&lt;br /&gt;i wish he has a canadian accent, then I shall kidnap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its 3 weeks to exam if I'm not wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SHOULD REALLY BE DOING HARDCORE STUDYING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;STUDY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-6855699124294500065?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/6855699124294500065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-maths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6855699124294500065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/6855699124294500065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-maths.html' title='I hate Maths'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FMFRCgGKLow/SUXz2ZMyH5I/AAAAAAAAAio/ThRjVOYK4yw/s72-c/mason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-2363558825770463913</id><published>2009-05-06T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Kidney Dissection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I miss the holidays, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a kidney practical test tomorrow and I'm shitting brickloads right now. Today, when we were doing the kidney dissection with a partner, I did not even dare to touch it let alone cut it open&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;But tomorrow, I have to do it by myself which definitely include holding the kidney &amp;amp;&amp;amp; maybe even cutting it open. Anyways, I took pictures of the kidney dissection. Why? Well, why not. Its not everyday you see a kidney right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the quality of my camera. Its only 7.1 megapixels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgF2XIoxaNI/AAAAAAAABHs/GCCRpuV4iS0/s1600-h/P5060001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgF2XIoxaNI/AAAAAAAABHs/GCCRpuV4iS0/s400/P5060001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332673573610940626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgF2Xq8N_TI/AAAAAAAABH8/_MyfD5cTyhY/s1600-h/P5060004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgF2Xq8N_TI/AAAAAAAABH8/_MyfD5cTyhY/s400/P5060004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332673582819310898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgF2X21WEvI/AAAAAAAABIE/vVQp53Xyg8E/s1600-h/P5060006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgF2X21WEvI/AAAAAAAABIE/vVQp53Xyg8E/s400/P5060006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332673586011706098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't really interesting right? In fact, I'm sure it looks gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I love this quote from gwen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;they say if you love something, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;if it comes back to you,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't, it never was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it takes only a minute to get a crush on someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an hour to like someone and a day to love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but it takes a whole lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how very true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was never mine in the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I never seem to be able to forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why? why? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4240061063373124474-2363558825770463913?l=kriwstal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/feeds/2363558825770463913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/kidney-dissection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2363558825770463913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4240061063373124474/posts/default/2363558825770463913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriwstal.blogspot.com/2009/05/kidney-dissection.html' title='Kidney Dissection'/><author><name>May</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/THo3IMrPpDI/AAAAAAAACwk/BAnw1oQKjSA/S220/7406d7da81de2417f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgF2XIoxaNI/AAAAAAAABHs/GCCRpuV4iS0/s72-c/P5060001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4240061063373124474.post-3229303248951314621</id><published>2009-05-05T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:03.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>CVC Leavers Jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Received my leavers jacket on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, only the first 60 people received it yesterday as we handed in our money first. The rest will receive it by the end of the week which isn't too bad considering last year, they got their leavers jacket quite late in the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Quite late! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact, when Ms Baud announced that the first 60 leavers jacket had arrived, I was wishing I was one of the lucky 60 people. Then they started giving out the jackets in the middle of assembly by calling out the nicknames on the jacket and most people thought it was totally embarrassing. As far as I know, when I realized she was reading the nickname on the leavers jacket, I was wishing I wasn't one of the lucky 60. But I was. Anyways, some of the names on the leavers jacket that was called out really got my whole year roaring with laughter. Like..'bacteria SJ...phonebook'. For mine, everyone told me later that Ms Baud emphasized on the MAY as I wrote it big and they felt sorry for me. But I thought it was alright, got a few chuckle from a few people, all is cool. Lucky I didn't write superma'am or else, everyone would think I'm with blake as his leavers jacket said superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canning Vale College Leavers jacket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgAKBvWYgrI/AAAAAAAABHU/1XkprCxO6PM/s1600-h/P5050048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgAKBvWYgrI/AAAAAAAABHU/1XkprCxO6PM/s400/P5050048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332272983813161650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgAKB1rfi2I/AAAAAAAABHc/X-NQ7bR34Oo/s1600-h/P5050049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gG5Wvq4Jkk/SgAKB1rfi2I/AAAAAAAABHc/X-NQ7bR34Oo/s400/P5050049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332272985512315746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks big, but its XXS! The only bad thing about the leavers jacket is that it looks crap when your wearing the jacket over the school shirt. So, if you wear the jacket to school without the school shirt and it becomes hot later in the day, you cant remove the jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today, we received our smart card or as Mr Thorne calls it, our rare card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(because its rare, as we haven't see it for a long time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Firstly, I have to say the design is a lot better than previous years. If my scanner's working, i'll scan it &amp;amp;&amp;amp; post it on my private blog for the ex-cvers &amp;amp;&amp;amp; other bloggers. So if you have an invite, check that space out. My face didn't turn out really well on my rare card. I heard we will be using the same picture for graduation. -cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its autumn right now in perth?&lt;br /&gt;but what's with this constantly hot weather we'll experiencing?&lt;br /&gt;before we know it, we will be having summer for the WHOLE year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, did you know the world may come to an end in 2012? The same guy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; (Patrick Geryl)&lt;/span&gt; that predicted 9/11 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the tsunami predicted event. If your interested in knowing more about this, search it on google..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 reasons the world will end in 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific experts from around the world are genuinely predicting that five years from now, all life on Earth could well finish. Some are saying it will be humans that set it off. Others believe that a natural phenomenon will be the cause. And the religious folks are saying it'll be God himself who presses the stop bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Mayan Calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://library.thinkquest.org/05aug/01280/Images/Maya%20Temple.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first mob to predict 2012 as the end of the world were the Mayans, a bloodthirsty race. Thousands of years ago they managed to calculate the length of the lunar moon as 329.53020 days, only 34 seconds out. The Mayan calendar predicts that the Earth will end on December 21, 2012. Given that they were pretty close to the mark with the lunar cycle, it's likely they've got the end of the world right as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.apollopony.net/images/solar_storm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sun Storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Solar experts from around the world monitoring the sun have made a startling discovery: our sun is in a bit of strife. The energy output of the sun is, like most things in nature, cyclic, and it's supposed to be in the middle of a period of relative stability. However, recent solar storms have been bombarding the Earth with so much radiation energy, it's been knocking out power grids and destroying satellites. This activity is predicted to get worse, and calculations suggest it'll reach its deadly peak sometime in 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Atom Smasher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists in Europe have been building the world's largest particle accelerator. Basically its a 27km tunnel designed to smash atoms together to find out what makes the Universe
