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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6534697518871129198</id><published>2011-12-17T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:15:42.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolled.</title><content type='html'>This is just a short post. It's just some stuff that I posted on Twitter but I thought deserved a post on my blog which is in dire need of updates anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ways To Annoy Your Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply "Cool story, bro," whenever they give you one of those famous "When I Was Your Age" lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer "U MAD BRO?" whenever they ask you why you haven't completed your homework assignments or done the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's it. Don't overdo it, though. Love your parents cause they love you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-6534697518871129198?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6534697518871129198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6534697518871129198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/12/trolled.html' title='Trolled.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3462751402928427128</id><published>2011-12-10T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:12:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Camps and  a Programme.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Okay, I just realized that I have been a bit lacking in the blog  posts department. So here is a new one! :) It's a lot at once though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teens Camp: ROOTED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From  the 20th to the 23rd of November, I went for this camp. It's not just a  camp. It's a church camp. Just one of the many church camps I've been  to. It was the annual &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;St. Thomas More&lt;/span&gt; parish &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Teens Camp&lt;/span&gt;, and it was... amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year the theme was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Rooted in Jesus Christ, Built Up and Firm in the Faith&lt;/span&gt;. It's from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Colossians 2:7&lt;/span&gt;. And this year's camp was amazing because a) almost all of my close church friends were there, only missing 2 of them, and b) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; answered my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first went to this camp, I expected it to be like all the other &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Teens Camps &lt;/span&gt;I've went to for the past 3 years. But it wasn't. It was... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  one thing, we had a lot of adoration. For those of you who don't  know(okay this is where it gets really technical), adoration, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eucharistic adoration&lt;/span&gt;, is when the priest put the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;host&lt;/span&gt;, in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;monstrance&lt;/span&gt;. The host is basically what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Catholics&lt;/span&gt; believe is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Body of Christ&lt;/span&gt; after the priest blesses it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlhmHm3gkf8/TuMHDdUnLiI/AAAAAAAABEw/tcO_aTruRE8/s1600/eucharistichost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlhmHm3gkf8/TuMHDdUnLiI/AAAAAAAABEw/tcO_aTruRE8/s320/eucharistichost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684394910663781922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CTxrNwhATw/TuMHDsuAZZI/AAAAAAAABE4/__HUA-c4VXU/s1600/monstrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CTxrNwhATw/TuMHDsuAZZI/AAAAAAAABE4/__HUA-c4VXU/s320/monstrance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684394914796823954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is a monstrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  basically what we did was... stare at it every morning. I know, it  sounds boring. That's what I thought too. When I first saw that we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Adoration&lt;/span&gt;  every morning, I groaned and went "What the hell?" So every morning I  deliberately went there late and therefore had to kneel at the back of  the hall, when everyone was kneeling in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was  quite pointless. The host wasn't going to jump up and down or do  anything. And kneeling for 15 minutes each morning seemed too much for  me. It wasn't until the last morning, when I was kneeling where I could  actually SEE the host(the past few days I'd been kneeling out of sight),  when I finally got a faint idea of what adoration was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  knelt there and I stared at the host in the monstrance, and I felt this  peace and quiet. I felt this calm. And what used to be a disgruntled  look on my face turned to reverence. Nothing had changed. The host still  wasn't going to jump up and down. But there was something inside me  that wanted more adoration. It's hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it was amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  also met and got reacquainted with a few old friends, who'd been to  camp the previous years but aren't part of my parish. And I got to spend  some quality time with the close church friends, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sonia&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emmelin &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; couldn't come. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;answering my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Teens Camp&lt;/span&gt; I had been feeling kind of out of touch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't feel him. I was starting to lose faith about whether He was really hearing my prayers. And when &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt;(our  Youth pastoral worker) texted asking me to help out in camp by leading  group discussions, I was very hesitant and reluctant. Because a) I don't  think I am a good leader and b) I was wondering whether &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; was really with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  finally agreed, but only because my parents kept telling me "God is  calling you to do His work" and "If they called you it means they really  need help". So I did it, and on the last day, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; spoke to me through the speaker &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edwyn D'Souza&lt;/span&gt;. See, the day before, my group facilitator &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Timothy&lt;/span&gt; had told me something like "There is a lot of leadership potential in you, but I sense that you're holding back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the last day, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Edwyn&lt;/span&gt;  said "There are some of you here who have been called to be leaders in  the youth ministry, to do God's work, but you are holding back because  you are afraid. Come forward and we will pray for you." It corresponded  exactly with what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS afraid of leading. Afraid because I was trying to lead by my own strength, because I wasn't rely on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;for help. Afraid because I wasn't letting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; work through me. So they prayed for those that went forward, including me, and now I know to let &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; in, and just be His instrument. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to take much pictures, but here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvTZSYlN_mo/TuMTxspGZXI/AAAAAAAABFI/Nk4BGHZqngc/s1600/timothymah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvTZSYlN_mo/TuMTxspGZXI/AAAAAAAABFI/Nk4BGHZqngc/s320/timothymah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684408899189761394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not my best picture, but my awesome group facilitator &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Timothy Mah&lt;/span&gt; is in it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRcHuNRoYYA/TuMTxpRHPrI/AAAAAAAABFU/_6P1dunBwyQ/s1600/teenscampstairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRcHuNRoYYA/TuMTxpRHPrI/AAAAAAAABFU/_6P1dunBwyQ/s320/teenscampstairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684408898283847346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And of course we must always have the staircase picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toastmasters Youth Leadership Programme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So from the 2nd to the 4th of December, I went for this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Youth Leadership Programme&lt;/span&gt; 2011 organized by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Summit&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;SJ Advanced&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Toastmasters Clubs&lt;/span&gt;.  It was wasn't a stay-in thing, but it ran from 8 in the morning to 5 in  the afternoon for 3 days consecutively and was held at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Summit Hotel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my cousins, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Jed &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact, it was one of my aunts who asked me whether I wanted to  participate in it.  It was basically a public speaking course, to teach  you how to to speak better and also to have more confidence while  speaking in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet some seriously awesome people  there, from everywhere. There were 22 participants and a handful of  coordinators. After seeing and hearing each other speak continuously for  3 days straight, we eventually got to become friends, participants and  coordinators alike. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpVOnc6wmHI/TuMXfORuiwI/AAAAAAAABF4/PGEgvTZZNZY/s1600/DSC_3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpVOnc6wmHI/TuMXfORuiwI/AAAAAAAABF4/PGEgvTZZNZY/s320/DSC_3342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684412979847531266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So  we had to learn the different topics of making a speech in public, such  as vocal variety(volume, intonation and such), body language(posture,  hand gestures, facial expressions), speech organization etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 3 days, on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, there was a competition to which our parents were also invited to see our progress. There was 4 trophies for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Champion Best Speaker&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1st Runner Up&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;2nd Runner Up&lt;/span&gt;, and also the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Most Improved&lt;/span&gt; award. There also 4 medals for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Best Table Topics speakers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Table Topics&lt;/span&gt;  is when you get all called out and given a topic, and you have to  present a speech right then and there with no prior planning. It's  basically impromptu speaking. We had 4 different sessions, with 11  participants each session, so all of us had to do it twice. And from  each session, the coordinators chose one &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Best Speaker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly,  I didn't win anything. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed because  the coordinators gave me a lot of affirmation and very little points to  improve but because I hadn't banked on me winning anything, the  disappointment wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do have a certificate from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toastmasters International&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JE5pR-v3FU/TuMXe6xPEuI/AAAAAAAABFg/6TPXYiou01A/s1600/DSC_3296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JE5pR-v3FU/TuMXe6xPEuI/AAAAAAAABFg/6TPXYiou01A/s320/DSC_3296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684412974610977506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I have to learn how to smile properly for the camera. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, it was a great experience, and I hope I can be a better public speaker in the future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5rfI68P4vsw/TuMXe_93fiI/AAAAAAAABFo/-ZlaBMMnwS4/s1600/DSC_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5rfI68P4vsw/TuMXe_93fiI/AAAAAAAABFo/-ZlaBMMnwS4/s320/DSC_3340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684412976006135330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teehee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM Bible Knowledge Camp 2011&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most recent camp I just got back from. It ran from the 5th to the 8th of December, right after my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toastmasters&lt;/span&gt; programme ended. It was held at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Archdiocesan Pastoral Centre&lt;/span&gt; in KL, same place as my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Pre-Confirmation Camp&lt;/span&gt; last year and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Confirmation Camp&lt;/span&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,  it didn't occur to me at first that it was a study camp. OI thought it  would be like any other church camp, with sessions and groups and games.  But we didn't have sessions, we had CLASSES. And we basically relearned  the entire &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gospel of St. Luke&lt;/span&gt;, which is our &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Form 4 BK syllabus&lt;/span&gt;. Our teacher was the guy who wrote the syllabus, Mr. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;G Anthony&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even  though we had classes, it wasn't so bad. I won 3rd prize in a mini  quiz, and I got a present from the organizers but I dumbly accidentally  left it at APC. :( SAD DIE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were like around 7 people from my parish, the parish of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;St. Thomas More&lt;/span&gt;, and we met people from all over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. There were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Catholics&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kuantan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kepong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Brickfields&lt;/span&gt; and others. And they were all nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, funny thing. The dorm was super cold, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;  and I very smartly went and chose the beds that were near the air cond,  we nearly froze to death while sleeping and barely got any sleep. And  this new friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Alyssa&lt;/span&gt;, told &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; and I that we look like a lesbian couple. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;#awkward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have any pictures for this camp so I shall stop here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-3462751402928427128?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3462751402928427128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3462751402928427128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-camps-and-programme.html' title='2 Camps and  a Programme.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlhmHm3gkf8/TuMHDdUnLiI/AAAAAAAABEw/tcO_aTruRE8/s72-c/eucharistichost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6628942046658951373</id><published>2011-11-05T01:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:19:39.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Third Add Math Post.</title><content type='html'>Well, hello, readers. :) You know, sometimes people exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAnp79fNIUQ/TrQeTSs5qZI/AAAAAAAABEM/NLNWZ9ZYwmg/s1600/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAnp79fNIUQ/TrQeTSs5qZI/AAAAAAAABEM/NLNWZ9ZYwmg/s320/test.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671191147552811410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like our finals, for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said it would last a month. It didn't. It lasted 3 weeks. 12 days, actually. That's less than 2 weeks. And now, it's over. OUR FINALS ARE OVER. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt; is over. Phew. That was no honeymoon year, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have a feeling next year is going to be a lot worse. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;, urgh. Oh well. We'll just get it over with. We always do. That's just how life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a side note, remember how I was so afraid of failing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; I even blogged one entire blog post about it? Well, I've gotten back my results. It was one of the first papers I got back. Well, the only, actually, unless you count &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Civic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the result is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I PASSED&lt;/span&gt;. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a perfect 40. :) Life on the edge, eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to most people, passing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; isn't really that big of a deal because they could probably do it with one hand tied behind their backs. But I have some serious self-confidence issues with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;, and after all those 3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; failures from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;January 2011&lt;/span&gt; till now, passing is a big deal to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jnq0HLH8qM/TrQf5crKzXI/AAAAAAAABEY/hpahyPMsyzs/s1600/pass_fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jnq0HLH8qM/TrQf5crKzXI/AAAAAAAABEY/hpahyPMsyzs/s320/pass_fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671192902576557426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess all that hard work did pay off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I promised someone that they would be a part of my "acceptance speech" if I passed &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; for finals. :P So here goes, my acceptance speech for passing(and yes, I know I'm a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syok sendiri person&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, I would like to thank my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; for all their encouragement and everlasting love. Especially to my parents for paying for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Add Math tuition&lt;/span&gt; fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Add Math teacher&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Pn Lee Hee Ai&lt;/span&gt;, who I think is a great teacher. She's probably the coolest &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; teacher too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;tuition center&lt;/span&gt; which gave me all the practice materials I needed to do my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; on(even though my parents are paying for it, but still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yee Hui&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;everyone else &lt;/span&gt;who has at some point helped me when I asked them how to do a question, for helping me whenever they could in class, when I didn't get what teacher was teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, probably the one who did the most. I would like to thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;. For giving up her (very limited)free time to tutor me whenever I asked. For doing her best to teach me what I couldn't understand. For being so patient and not pulling her hair out whenever I asked questions. For calming me down whenever I got nervous. For saying I could do it whenever I though I couldn't. For everything. :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but certainly not, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you God&lt;/span&gt;, for giving me all the people I mentioned above. Thank you for putting them in my life, for letting me journey through life with them. I love You, and I love them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still a lot of work to be done though. A lot more practice, if I want to get an A, which is my goal for my next &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; test. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna finish up the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Add Math workbook&lt;/span&gt; that I rarely touched during the exam season during this holidays. If I'm not too busy watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;, that is. Have I mentioned that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/span&gt; has possibly the sexiest eyes ever? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mV6G_sYiVWM/TrQsbP-09ZI/AAAAAAAABEk/e55PTjD_WGA/s1600/wentworthmiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mV6G_sYiVWM/TrQsbP-09ZI/AAAAAAAABEk/e55PTjD_WGA/s320/wentworthmiller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671206677424436626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the intensity of his character on the show just adds to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, if you're wondering why I have low self-confidence when it comes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;, it's because my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Standard 1 teacher&lt;/span&gt; once told me, "Charlene, you seem quite slow in doing Maths." I know it doesn't seem like much. But it IS one of the few memories I have of my 6 years in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lick Hung&lt;/span&gt;, so I think it must have affected something inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't hate that teacher. In fact, I like her, very much. But the fact remains, even from young I was weak in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;. It's hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's no excuse though. I got an A for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm going to get 1 for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt;. I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SPM Add Math &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PMR Math&lt;/span&gt;  are two very different stories, but I know I can do it. I just have to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior once told me "Once you get Add Maths, it's the funnest subject in the world." And I have to agree. That's if you get and understand it though. If you don't, it's a terrible fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-6628942046658951373?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6628942046658951373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6628942046658951373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/11/third-add-math-post.html' title='The Third Add Math Post.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAnp79fNIUQ/TrQeTSs5qZI/AAAAAAAABEM/NLNWZ9ZYwmg/s72-c/test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-799053477493258313</id><published>2011-10-21T18:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T01:39:44.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iu'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Futuristic Red Blood Cells.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know that if you wanted to kill someone you could just inject a really concentrated salt/sugar solution or a really diluted salt/sugar solution into their bloodstream, and they would die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tfL8CUTX2A/TqFUzzsA84I/AAAAAAAABDQ/I24yigOsWoA/s1600/Blood-Cell-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tfL8CUTX2A/TqFUzzsA84I/AAAAAAAABDQ/I24yigOsWoA/s320/Blood-Cell-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665903055233676162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red blood cells&lt;/span&gt; will either &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;shrink&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;burst&lt;/span&gt; due to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hypertonic&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;hypotonic&lt;/span&gt; environment in their blood. And if their red blood cells are ruined, they will not have sufficient &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;haemogoblins&lt;/span&gt; to transport oxygen to their cells. So they would practically die of suffocation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah. I just realized that while studying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; last night. Or rather, this morning. I hope there aren't any potential murderers who read my blog, LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I bet you didn't come to blog to get inundated with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt; facts. But all the same, pretty interesting, eh? ;) So the next time you're admitted into hospital with an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;IV&lt;/span&gt; drip, you know what to be careful of. Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO ANYWAY. Let's talk about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the future&lt;/span&gt;. My future.The end of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt; is coming. Just 1 more year and we'll all be ready to head out into the world, going to do our own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a great time now, sure, but the present won't last forever. Sooner or later, the present's gonna become the past and the future will be your present. Therefore, it is time to think about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what I want to do with my future. Provided I have one, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few ideas, though. But I'm not gonna talk about those ideas now, Talking about those ideas will make for a long blog post, and I want something short and simple. I need to catch up on my sleep after having only 4 hours of sleep per night for the past 4 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound really abrupt, being all wanting-to-talk about the future and all that, but I just finished watching 5 episodes of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt; in 1 sitting and I need to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I shall leave you, dear reader, with what I think has got to be the most epic musical score ever: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; original theme music. Take a listen, if you want. IT IS EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U2KgWxtJMpo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I remember I wanted to use this music for the aisle walk during our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Interact Installation&lt;/span&gt; this year. But at that time I was too busy lighting all the candles, I can't even remember if this music was playing. Sad case.&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/6687877780245386092-799053477493258313?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/799053477493258313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/799053477493258313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-bit-of-futuristic-red-blood.html' title='A Little Bit of Futuristic Red Blood Cells.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tfL8CUTX2A/TqFUzzsA84I/AAAAAAAABDQ/I24yigOsWoA/s72-c/Blood-Cell-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5642936038456165345</id><published>2011-10-16T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:37:03.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Add Math Fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 3, well more like 2 more days left to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Form 4 Finals&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I haven't been working. I have. I have been working way harder than compared to when I sat for my last 3 Add Math papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that this is just gonna be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;another slap in the face&lt;/span&gt;, telling me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can't do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna fail&lt;/span&gt;, like how I failed all my other Add Math  papers. 3 of them, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scared to disappoint&lt;/span&gt;. To disappoint everyone: my parents, my sisters, my teachers, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;, who has used so much of her time to teach me. Most of all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scared &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I may finally have to face the fact that I can't do it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6oNhZhwe3k/Tpqyej1J-bI/AAAAAAAABDE/2kpD6_qiCFk/s1600/Z8F_Mr_Anxious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6oNhZhwe3k/Tpqyej1J-bI/AAAAAAAABDE/2kpD6_qiCFk/s320/Z8F_Mr_Anxious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664035719455832498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What if I fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to fail. I just want to pass. Of course, an A would be good, but ultimately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want to pass Add Math for the first time in my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, give me strength. Help me! I can't rely on humans forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5642936038456165345?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5642936038456165345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5642936038456165345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/10/add-math-fear.html' title='Add Math Fear.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6oNhZhwe3k/Tpqyej1J-bI/AAAAAAAABDE/2kpD6_qiCFk/s72-c/Z8F_Mr_Anxious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7571858126858792905</id><published>2011-10-04T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:38:45.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I Know, But.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;not the smartest&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;can't absorb facts easily&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;not a born genius&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know there are so many people who are more academically superior than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's not easy to teach me.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, despite all this, despite the fact that I can't understand what you teach me the first time, I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;willing to learn&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'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;willing to work hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just need someone to teach me&lt;/i&gt;, to guide me, to tell me where I went wrong.&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 ask questions because I get very easily intimidated, especially if it's an area new to me. Even if I do ask questions, it' not because I want to challenge your authority. It's because I don't understand and I want to understand.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you don't mean it but sometimes, you make me feel dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7571858126858792905?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7571858126858792905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7571858126858792905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-but.html' title='I Know, But.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-4307062812148780596</id><published>2011-09-23T21:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:22:58.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='streaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Talking To Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Char1&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Char2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the conversation begins:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Char?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, Char?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You do realize that your exams are only a few weeks away, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah, so, what about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your exams of which the results will be the basis for the school's intra-stream class streaming next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.... I've known that a long time ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then WHY AREN'T YOU STUDYING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will, I promise. I just haven't gotten into the mood yet. I'll start tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You said you were gonna start on Wednesday. You said it publicly, on Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, I know, but then I overslept. I promise I'll start tomorrow. Let me just watch Mulan first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHY ARE YOU WATCHING MULAN WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because Mulan's like the awesomest Disney Princess ever. She's the only one who didn't wait for her prince to save her. In fact, she saved her prince! Or captain. And she saved her entire nation. And she's a girl. How's that for girl power? And she's CHINESE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So you think that just because you're both of the same race you can neglect your studies just to watch a movie you've watched countless times before?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, I can't help it if Mulan IS my favourite Disney princess. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, fine. You start studying tomorrow. You've already failed all your Add Math tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WE failed them. And yes, I will start tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But how are you gonna start tomorrow if you have production at Pei En's house from 9 to 1 and then Teens Ministry at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Er... Right. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*sighs* You better get your game on, Char, seriously. Don't disappoint Mommy and Daddy. Don't disappoint us, yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I won't. I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah sure. Go watch your Mulan la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;End of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your information: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Char1&lt;/span&gt; is the one who always tweets stuff like "Okay the hardcore studying starts today" and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Char2&lt;/span&gt; is the one who always oversleeps and ends up stalking people and reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Six Billion Secrets&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/6687877780245386092-4307062812148780596?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4307062812148780596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4307062812148780596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/09/talking-to-myself.html' title='Talking To Myself.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7175301344212900344</id><published>2011-09-17T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:56:08.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Studying Smart.</title><content type='html'>I find myself unable to study for the upcoming finals. This may be due to either the lack of self-discipline or my not knowing of how to study smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. To scare and motivate myself into studying, I have constructed a timeline, of the entire &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt; syllabus that I have to study, bearing in mind that starting from tomorrow, I will have exactly 3 weeks left to the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; - 9 chapters, 2 chapters untaught yet as of today, be it in tuition or school. 3 chapters per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; - 5 chapters, 1 chapter untaught yet as of today. Roughly 1 and a half chapters per week, not forgetting all the definitions and principles we have to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; - 9 chapters - 1 chapter untaught yet as of today. 3 chapters per week. And all the formulas and colours and balanced equations to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; - 11 chapters, 1 and half chapters not taught yet as of today. Roughly 3 and a half chapters per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mod Math&lt;/span&gt; - 11 chapters, roughly 3 and a half chapters per week. I'm gonna die here because I haven't really been paying attention in Mod Math class for the WHOLE year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; - 10 chapters - I'm gonna die here too because like Mod Math, I haven't been paying attention in class. 3 and a third chapters per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt; - 36 moral values/nilai murnis. That's not including all the Acts and Laws we ahve to remember and not to mention the picky the marking scheme is about which moral value you can use for a situation. 12 moral values to be memorized per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; - A literature component made up of 30 different types of classical prose, modern prose, poetry, short stories, and dramas. That's not mentioning the 3 essays, 1 summary and all the grammar parts we'll have to do in the exam. I... don't know how to put this into a timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; - This is okay. But there's still a need to read up on the Literature component though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; - UGH. I don't even want to talk about this. We have to memorize all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ming ju jing huas&lt;/span&gt; from Remove class to Form 4. I don't even know how many there are! Like what the heck. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the conclusion is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'M DEAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. It's just finals right? There's nothing to worry about. But the thing is, this isn't JUST finals. This is also how the school will stream us next year. Yeah, that's right, they're streaming us in our senior year, a stupid move, but they can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you do badly in your finals, you go to a not-so-good class in whatever stream you're in. When you go to a not-so-good class, you get not-so-good teachers, who teach you in a not-so-good way. Thus, you get not-so-good results for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that happens, well.... you know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO DO WELL FOR FINALS. God, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7175301344212900344?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7175301344212900344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7175301344212900344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/09/studying-smart.html' title='Studying Smart.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6690389904692055953</id><published>2011-09-16T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:08:38.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>I Want To Play Neopets.</title><content type='html'>Hello my dear non-existent readers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pa-qYZJCuJA/TnNfx0NSL3I/AAAAAAAABCk/oxSDu5ElhKs/s1600/neopets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 54px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pa-qYZJCuJA/TnNfx0NSL3I/AAAAAAAABCk/oxSDu5ElhKs/s320/neopets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652967266712694642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know some people might think me as narcissistic for print-screening my own tweet and blogging about it but yeah, I want to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I want to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt; is because my sister recently started playing it again. And she keeps bugging me to let her have my account because I have a lot of awesome stuff in it. And also because I'm not playing it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you know when someone keeps talking about something, eventually that thing remains inside your head and you start thinking bout it? Yeah, that's what happened to me. So today, I decided to log in to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt; to mess around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY WOULDN'T LET ME IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't remember my birthday. Not to say I can't remember my real birthday. Of course I can. It's just that I can't remember the birthday that I submitted for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt;. After all, I was relatively young when I created that account and they had an age limit, so of course I fibbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the thing is, I can't remember. So I can't log in and play &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt;. And not all my pets are probably dying and bored to death because I haven't been feeding them or playing with them. Granted, they're just virtual pets, but still. THE ILLUSTRATIONS ARE CUTE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOI795_EF_s/TnNlRqNceCI/AAAAAAAABC8/HGP_jtx6fks/s1600/kacheek"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOI795_EF_s/TnNlRqNceCI/AAAAAAAABC8/HGP_jtx6fks/s320/kacheek" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652973311342966818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See! Cute right? :D It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Kacheek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lesson of the day, kids (or the non-kids or anyone who reads this blog at all), DON'T LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you lie, you won't get to play with your cute&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Neopets&lt;/span&gt; anymore. HAIH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91TTPUYHFg4/TnNkrygqi2I/AAAAAAAABCs/MBdfyFe1BSU/s1600/cybunny"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91TTPUYHFg4/TnNkrygqi2I/AAAAAAAABCs/MBdfyFe1BSU/s320/cybunny" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652972660736035682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cybunny&lt;/span&gt;. It's a rare &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Neopet&lt;/span&gt; and also my sister's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nG3p7L1QEJ0/TnNksPwalqI/AAAAAAAABC0/jyjMi0Izyws/s1600/meerca%2Bchase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nG3p7L1QEJ0/TnNksPwalqI/AAAAAAAABC0/jyjMi0Izyws/s320/meerca%2Bchase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652972668586727074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Meerca Chase&lt;/span&gt;. My favorite game when I was still playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt;. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Side note: I mentioned the word Neopet(s) 8 times in this post. Oh wait, 9. :P&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/6687877780245386092-6690389904692055953?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6690389904692055953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6690389904692055953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-play-neopets.html' title='I Want To Play Neopets.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pa-qYZJCuJA/TnNfx0NSL3I/AAAAAAAABCk/oxSDu5ElhKs/s72-c/neopets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-86868944054457177</id><published>2011-08-22T23:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:16:51.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><title type='text'>Go Light Your World.</title><content type='html'>So. I just got back from my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Confirmation Camp&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday, 5 days ago. This year it was held at the same place as our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pre-Confirmation Camp&lt;/span&gt;, which was at a "secret" location in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I was quite upset with timing because it was on the weekend before our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt; exams, and it would take away my studying time,  but seeing as I couldn't help it I just left it to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker this year was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Martin Jalleh&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have a photo of him, but he's really, really good. As in, he  can really relate with teenagers, and he knows what we're into and we're  not. He gives us examples that we understand. He's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during camp, there was this song, it's a pretty good song, and I like it. They used it for my sister's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Confirmation&lt;/span&gt; during her year. Anyway, we sang this song, and I think my voice/key/pitch suits this song. I don't know, maybe. I'm not really that good with all these musical stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CVqR6kTu8lE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the song if wanna take a listen. The lyrics are pretty inspiring.  It's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Go Light Your World&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; says I have a rocker voice, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as usual, there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Inner Healing&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't cry this time. It was my  first time going for an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inner Healing&lt;/span&gt; and not crying. I guess maybe all  the hurt has already been healed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_XhdAis8xCg/TlJ2lE6w4XI/AAAAAAAABBs/-tQxzMaZIN0/s1600/meandmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_XhdAis8xCg/TlJ2lE6w4XI/AAAAAAAABBs/-tQxzMaZIN0/s320/meandmel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643703662396105074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;. :) The psycho chick who gave me silly bands! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99_KuNzTtcU/TleNl-lhReI/AAAAAAAABCU/jfHq_rWv_AM/s1600/womenthatwelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99_KuNzTtcU/TleNl-lhReI/AAAAAAAABCU/jfHq_rWv_AM/s320/womenthatwelove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645136341527250402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Emmelin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;, me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4gmPRDItsY/TlJ2le4lgNI/AAAAAAAABB8/MusnISfoN6Q/s1600/melstaring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4gmPRDItsY/TlJ2le4lgNI/AAAAAAAABB8/MusnISfoN6Q/s320/melstaring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643703669366292690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; just stares at me like that, I don't know why. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeJe7ndJTJ8/TlJ2k0zqleI/AAAAAAAABBk/lr3xk26VzvA/s1600/gettingangry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeJe7ndJTJ8/TlJ2k0zqleI/AAAAAAAABBk/lr3xk26VzvA/s320/gettingangry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643703658071365090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's quite impossible to get mad at her, lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N79FzPDLiNQ/TleOLmaV9zI/AAAAAAAABCc/C470IEyy3MY/s1600/nataliasepicface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N79FzPDLiNQ/TleOLmaV9zI/AAAAAAAABCc/C470IEyy3MY/s320/nataliasepicface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645136987872950066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt;'s epic face HAHAHAHAHHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPUwNNvxy_o/TlJ2lP4BxRI/AAAAAAAABB0/rqy8bWV7cfU/s1600/melhorny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPUwNNvxy_o/TlJ2lP4BxRI/AAAAAAAABB0/rqy8bWV7cfU/s320/melhorny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643703665337419026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yeah, she doesn't just stare at me. LOL. Luckily there's a blanket in between. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtLL8VoJHrA/TlJ2k7leFjI/AAAAAAAABBc/cY0YiNicpdM/s1600/esthernataliaemmelinme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtLL8VoJHrA/TlJ2k7leFjI/AAAAAAAABBc/cY0YiNicpdM/s320/esthernataliaemmelinme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643703659890873906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After camp on Sunday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt; met our parents and gave them a talk too. Then we, the children, filed into the room and started seeing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You Raise Me Up&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Josh Groban&lt;/span&gt; while looking into our parents' eyes. After the song, we went and gave our parents a hug. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oni0tO_HN30" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the song for you if you don't know it, or if you wanna take a listen. I saw A LOT of parents crying when we sang. So sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQeel4dEzLw/TleNlo8lSqI/AAAAAAAABCM/SZYkZOO78GY/s1600/huggingdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQeel4dEzLw/TleNlo8lSqI/AAAAAAAABCM/SZYkZOO78GY/s320/huggingdaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645136335718402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't have a picture of myself hugging my mom, unfortunately. Oh wells. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGtPG-BLxDQ/TleNls_-RTI/AAAAAAAABCE/x_ThVVfY1yA/s1600/grouppicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGtPG-BLxDQ/TleNls_-RTI/AAAAAAAABCE/x_ThVVfY1yA/s320/grouppicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645136336806364466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture of all of us. See if you can spot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take your candle, go light your world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-86868944054457177?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/86868944054457177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/86868944054457177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-light-your-world.html' title='Go Light Your World.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CVqR6kTu8lE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-4503334882748281925</id><published>2011-08-18T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:20:02.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Rise of the Gleeful Smurfs.</title><content type='html'>Yo people! Yeah I know it's in the middle of exams, but for the sake of updating my dearest blog and keeping my dear readers entertained(if I still have any, that is), I have decided to put a up a few trailers of several movies I really, really want to watch after exams! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ae6WLq9it30" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Smurfs&lt;/span&gt;. It actually didn't really look that interesting at first, but after I watched the trailer, I found that those little blue things are pretty cute. :D And I guess &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Smurfy&lt;/span&gt; influence rubbed off on me. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0edK6P1XrgY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; The 3D concert movie. I wanted very much to go for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Glee Live!&lt;/span&gt; tour, but of course I couldn't due to financial difficulties and other stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f8D2NIGEJW8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rise of the Planet of the Apes&lt;/span&gt;. It has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;James Franco&lt;/span&gt; in it. Need I say more? ;) Ps: A micro second glimpse of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt; at 1:14. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, 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/6687877780245386092-4503334882748281925?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4503334882748281925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4503334882748281925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/08/rise-of-3d-smurfs.html' title='Rise of the Gleeful Smurfs.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ae6WLq9it30/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3608625976793627492</id><published>2011-08-05T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:56:28.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Simple Plan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udZdvBjdMuA/Tjv21Qc1FSI/AAAAAAAABBM/g5eOaiBbdMs/s1600/simple%2Bplan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udZdvBjdMuA/Tjv21Qc1FSI/AAAAAAAABBM/g5eOaiBbdMs/s320/simple%2Bplan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637370753393693986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my favorite bands, of all time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their songs will always be classics to me. And you wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the midst of all the thrash &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Illuminati&lt;/span&gt;-sponsored artists(if you can call them that) who only sing songs about sex nowadays(*cough &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt; cough &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; cough &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/span&gt; cough and also other people who I can't be bothered with to mention), &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt; actually has songs with meaningful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sure, there are plenty more bands out there with meaningful lyrics and catchy tunes, but with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;, it's so EASY to relate to them. And even if you can't relate, you can imagine, how it would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song of theirs that I think most people I know would be able to relate to, especially this year, is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Save You&lt;/span&gt;. It was written for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jay Bouvier&lt;/span&gt;, lead singer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Pierre Bouvier&lt;/span&gt;'s brother who fought in a battle against cancer. Fought, and won. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eI2MQvDH63s/Tj0oWgHPVII/AAAAAAAABBU/RZpUpYlpQUc/s1600/PierreJay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eI2MQvDH63s/Tj0oWgHPVII/AAAAAAAABBU/RZpUpYlpQUc/s320/PierreJay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637706675580261506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jay Bouvier, cancer survivor since July 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udZdvBjdMuA/Tjv21Qc1FSI/AAAAAAAABBM/g5eOaiBbdMs/s1600/simple%2Bplan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Take a breath, I pull myself together,&lt;br /&gt;Just another step until I reach the door,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;To take it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you.&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up till it's over.&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever, I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, stumble down,&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick you up off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose faith in you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you strength to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you won't give up,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be waiting if you fall.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Those were some of the lyrics of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Save You&lt;/span&gt;. You see what I mean when I say meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about this kind of reminds me of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;E Kent&lt;/span&gt;. Haih. It's been more than 4 months, and I still can't believe it. That day I read a short story in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Death Car&lt;/span&gt;, that reminded me of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/span&gt; story we co-authored together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pC8D3LOxQtk/Tjv21af-YwI/AAAAAAAABBE/cRV9mPbJJpc/s1600/simple%2Bplan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pC8D3LOxQtk/Tjv21af-YwI/AAAAAAAABBE/cRV9mPbJJpc/s320/simple%2Bplan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637370756091241218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could this happen to him?&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/6687877780245386092-3608625976793627492?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3608625976793627492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3608625976793627492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-plan.html' title='Simple Plan.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udZdvBjdMuA/Tjv21Qc1FSI/AAAAAAAABBM/g5eOaiBbdMs/s72-c/simple%2Bplan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-704548292264890394</id><published>2011-08-04T17:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:31:03.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Being Cultural.</title><content type='html'>Hey yo! It is now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;, and you know what that means! :D Or maybe you don't cause I realized that my blog has a lot of international visitors. I wonder how many people who read my blog do I actually know personally. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. August means... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;! :D And no, I'm not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt;, so Ramadhan doesn't really affect me. But I am very happy when it comes to Ramadhan because school lets out half an hour earlier and there is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;bazaar&lt;/span&gt; filled with good food very nearby to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrm6Q5Ma8B4/Tjpg25buvHI/AAAAAAAABAk/yE8CpgZ4Hc8/s1600/ramadhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrm6Q5Ma8B4/Tjpg25buvHI/AAAAAAAABAk/yE8CpgZ4Hc8/s320/ramadhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636924379853929586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramadhan Mubarak to all my Muslim friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, that's why I'm so happy. I think Ramadhan is actually kind of my favorite time of the year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides it being Ramadhan now, it also happens to be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hungry Ghost Festival&lt;/span&gt; on the... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/span&gt; calendar, I think. So yeah. If you see anything out there, especially after 7 pm, be careful. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've kind of gotten to know these 2 things, asking my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; friends and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/span&gt; friends more about their culture and their rituals. It's really interesting actually, to learn about a culture outside of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I have taken the diverse cultures and multiracial people for granted. Now I'm starting to appreciate the wide varieties of food and folklore and legends. After all, it is the bubbling pot of different and unique cultures that make &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, truly Asia *air stewardess voice*. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I will just finish this post with delicious pictures of food. Hehehehehhe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satay!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhHYUh4zgXg/TjqsmCOawzI/AAAAAAAABA8/iaZ2-ga6G-g/s1600/satay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhHYUh4zgXg/TjqsmCOawzI/AAAAAAAABA8/iaZ2-ga6G-g/s320/satay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637007653039948594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delicious pieces of marinated meat slowly grilled to perfection over a charcoal fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char Kuey Teow!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKOx-niGQOU/Tjqslxe_V7I/AAAAAAAABAs/n98KAgQpWiw/s1600/char-kuey-teow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKOx-niGQOU/Tjqslxe_V7I/AAAAAAAABAs/n98KAgQpWiw/s320/char-kuey-teow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637007648546052018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuey teow fried with bean sprout, prawns and er... other stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Murtabak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0f1HG2wDaFc/TjqslzREAmI/AAAAAAAABA0/u3WtSA9suUs/s1600/Murtabak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0f1HG2wDaFc/TjqslzREAmI/AAAAAAAABA0/u3WtSA9suUs/s320/Murtabak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637007649024508514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay I don't know how to describe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this marks the end of this post! TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-704548292264890394?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/704548292264890394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/704548292264890394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/08/being-cultural.html' title='Being Cultural.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrm6Q5Ma8B4/Tjpg25buvHI/AAAAAAAABAk/yE8CpgZ4Hc8/s72-c/ramadhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6814747742444348142</id><published>2011-07-29T22:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:05:03.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='installation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iu'/><title type='text'>Immoral Activity.</title><content type='html'>Hey, readers, guess what? A vice is defined as an immoral activity. But I  guess you've already known that. If not, then well, you've just learned a  new thing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the reason why I am talking about vices or vice is because.......... (wait for it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VICE PRESIDENT&lt;/span&gt; OF THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;INTERACT CLUB&lt;/span&gt; OF &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SMK SUBANG UTAMA&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXM_SZvzwPE/TjLCQ4OGnEI/AAAAAAAABAU/y32XhXQjOF0/s320/interact" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634779679019146306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, I got the POST of the Vice President. So yeah. I am kinda proud of myself at the moment. I mean, I have wanted the Vice President post since I was Form 1, since I joined Interact. And the fact that I got something I worked 3 and a half years for... it's gratifying. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, allow me to introduce the rest of my BOD, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Board of Directors&lt;/span&gt; of the Interact Club of SMK Subang Utama &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;2011/2012&lt;/span&gt;! They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Madeline Ashlee Lok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice President - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Charlene See &lt;/span&gt;(whooo that's me, yo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tan Yi Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kwok Pei En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Service Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ganendra Vivekananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asst. Club Service Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Arvind Bhaskaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community Service Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Khoo Tze Yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asst. Community Service Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Tan Heng Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IU Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Aravin Gopinath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asst. IU Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kyle Roshen Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funding Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wong Mei Kuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asst. Funding Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Leong Lik Yuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicity Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Victor Gan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asst. Publicity Director - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nur Izaat Aiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant-At-Arms -&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Stephen Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt; has this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt; where the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;President&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Vice President&lt;/span&gt; has to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;suck their toe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when their posts have been announced&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outgoing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;President&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Vice President&lt;/span&gt; sucks their own toes during Installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right. SUCK THEIR TOE. This is after 5 hours of school, mind you. In a shoe, with socks on, sweat, and humid Malaysian weather. So you can imagine what our toes would taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JbpPDG5XI8/TjLCi7DDQVI/AAAAAAAABAc/kJAOUE235ok/s1600/toesucking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JbpPDG5XI8/TjLCi7DDQVI/AAAAAAAABAc/kJAOUE235ok/s320/toesucking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634779989015740754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know this isn't a really glamorous picture, but it's something to keep you entertained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of have to admit that while this is a really interesting tradition to watch in a disgustingly amusing way, it is pretty unhygienic. It's fine if you rinse your mouth thoroughly after that though. I sucked my toe like a week ago, and so far I have not experienced any bad cases of diarrhea or constipation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, IU is this Sunday! That's 2 days away. This IU will also be our Installation. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Looking forward to having an awesome term with my BOD. :)&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/6687877780245386092-6814747742444348142?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6814747742444348142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6814747742444348142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/07/immoral-activity.html' title='Immoral Activity.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXM_SZvzwPE/TjLCQ4OGnEI/AAAAAAAABAU/y32XhXQjOF0/s72-c/interact' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-2337017655415759743</id><published>2011-07-14T22:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:22:15.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Got a secret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gonna keep it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take this one to the grave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If one of em is dead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The verse above is from the song &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Secret&lt;/span&gt;, by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Pierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. It's also used by the TV show &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/span&gt;, which I have started watching and am mildly obsessed with due to the fact that they ALWAYS end every episode with a cliffhanger and that they have a beautiful cast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Whn3C46lo84/Th78JSxqW0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/v0xA53eXxQs/s320/prettylittleliars.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629213820848855874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Anyway. Back to the song. Or verse. Or lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get straight to the point, &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just something about secrets, you know. People tell secrets for very different reasons. Some people tell secrets because they want to confide in someone. Some tell just for the fun of it. Some tell, as a test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;A test of the other person's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;trustworthiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qdZvNziwnmQ/Th8HzyVVH6I/AAAAAAAABAE/OZguBtwgS9I/s1600/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qdZvNziwnmQ/Th8HzyVVH6I/AAAAAAAABAE/OZguBtwgS9I/s320/secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629226645502369698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has secrets. That's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke the glass jar and kept it a secret, they faked a grade on their resume and didn't tell anyone, they kissed their best friend's boyfriend. &lt;i&gt;Everyone has secrets. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just a matter of whether they want let you in on it. Or not. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years, from primary school till now, I have been a keeper of secrets. I'm actually quite honored to be one of those who people trust with their secrets. I like the fact that my friends trust me. It's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gratifying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to know that your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt; know you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;, and that you'll keep their secret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone trusts their best friends with their secrets. Not everyone trusts their friends-yet-not-best-friends with their secrets. And yet. I am one of those who are trusted. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People trust me, but I find it very hard to trust people. It's really hard for me, I don't know why. It's weird. I just can't tell people stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yeah. I just felt like blogging about this. I'll edit this post if need be. A.K.A if anything else come to mind. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, ciao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-2337017655415759743?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2337017655415759743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2337017655415759743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/07/secrets.html' title='Secrets.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Whn3C46lo84/Th78JSxqW0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/v0xA53eXxQs/s72-c/prettylittleliars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7884979023942213755</id><published>2011-07-09T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:42:45.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Poker Face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2TgxZQOEMk/Thcxz3VUEWI/AAAAAAAAA_0/UCaFVIEratE/s1600/poker%2Bcards.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2TgxZQOEMk/Thcxz3VUEWI/AAAAAAAAA_0/UCaFVIEratE/s320/poker%2Bcards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627021026519159138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You gotta hold your cards close to your chest, and keep your poker face on. One twitch of the eye, one movement of the lips, a turn of the head, a flick of the wrist, and they'll know. You can't let anyone see the hand you've been dealt, because if they do, it's over. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to work on my poker face. To blank my expression, to make my eyes soulless. I don't want them to see the inside of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7884979023942213755?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7884979023942213755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7884979023942213755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/07/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2TgxZQOEMk/Thcxz3VUEWI/AAAAAAAAA_0/UCaFVIEratE/s72-c/poker%2Bcards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6635203325474629325</id><published>2011-06-30T21:33:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T16:27:41.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>All At Once.</title><content type='html'>So. Today is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;June the 30th&lt;/span&gt;, the end of June. Tomorrow will be the start of a new month. May I just say that June has been quite a good month, but a lot of things have been happening... all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, was the wedding of my beloved seal. And no, I don't have a pet seal. '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Seal&lt;/span&gt;' is actually my 2nd sister, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;, who got married to the guy she's known ever since she was Form 2, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;, on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;11th of June&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3fw_x8bMiU/Tgx8Y7V4lDI/AAAAAAAAA90/sdcgQq42isQ/s1600/e%2526e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3fw_x8bMiU/Tgx8Y7V4lDI/AAAAAAAAA90/sdcgQq42isQ/s320/e%2526e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624006802367091762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their wedding logo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e and e =&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edmund + Eileen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of their pre-wedding shots, my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-U2t0FbKBU/Tgx9w21n7-I/AAAAAAAAA98/pBrOSk-1fBQ/s1600/pre-weddingshot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-U2t0FbKBU/Tgx9w21n7-I/AAAAAAAAA98/pBrOSk-1fBQ/s320/pre-weddingshot1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624008312986529762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T15s8NnZt7Q/Tgx9xJEOHYI/AAAAAAAAA-E/dgnU9ZODYH4/s1600/pre-weddingshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T15s8NnZt7Q/Tgx9xJEOHYI/AAAAAAAAA-E/dgnU9ZODYH4/s320/pre-weddingshot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624008317879590274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got married in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Saint Francis Xavier&lt;/span&gt; church, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Malacca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAJ9F68LJJU/Tgx_7hCG_rI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dc11Gx1j_Wo/s1600/walkdowntheaisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAJ9F68LJJU/Tgx_7hCG_rI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dc11Gx1j_Wo/s320/walkdowntheaisle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624010695135133362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The walk down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why my mom looks so stressed LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fT2IdowglJc/Tgx_7SKHkII/AAAAAAAAA-M/mt7XaA4iwlc/s1600/edmundsvows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fT2IdowglJc/Tgx_7SKHkII/AAAAAAAAA-M/mt7XaA4iwlc/s320/edmundsvows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624010691142193282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother-in-law, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edmund saying his vows&lt;/span&gt;. He actually memorized them and didn't look at the book. I think if my husband did that, I would happy like awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNAtBC0a288/TgyCe2VGNuI/AAAAAAAAA-s/y-gB8G-HAk4/s1600/sealsvows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNAtBC0a288/TgyCe2VGNuI/AAAAAAAAA-s/y-gB8G-HAk4/s320/sealsvows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624013501170595554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seal saying her vows.&lt;/span&gt; She memorized them too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7yLgelEiXE/TgyDCUtnCNI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Zb41R1OvyNY/s1600/kissthebride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7yLgelEiXE/TgyDCUtnCNI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Zb41R1OvyNY/s320/kissthebride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624014110621894866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You may know kiss the bride."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rHTUx8lafU/TgyEKl276eI/AAAAAAAAA_M/EopzG-HCBAc/s1600/kejamstcchurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rHTUx8lafU/TgyEKl276eI/AAAAAAAAA_M/EopzG-HCBAc/s320/kejamstcchurch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624015352174995938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;KEJAM&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;STC&lt;/span&gt; gang and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;, outside the church after the mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malacca&lt;/span&gt; wedding dinner was held at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mahkota Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. The food was really good. Way better than the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; one, but I'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nJBQlATgFU/Tgx_70BFv3I/AAAAAAAAA-k/cm0TZ2rsI0A/s1600/yamseng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nJBQlATgFU/Tgx_70BFv3I/AAAAAAAAA-k/cm0TZ2rsI0A/s320/yamseng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624010700231130994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pouring the champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tvpyBTnVtSI/TgyDBjgW20I/AAAAAAAAA-0/qNUeGLUhJTw/s1600/firstdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tvpyBTnVtSI/TgyDBjgW20I/AAAAAAAAA-0/qNUeGLUhJTw/s320/firstdance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624014097412971330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their first dance of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nknfbgv0F9Y/Tgx_73YPj-I/AAAAAAAAA-c/uD94q7uAPtk/s1600/sepetflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nknfbgv0F9Y/Tgx_73YPj-I/AAAAAAAAA-c/uD94q7uAPtk/s320/sepetflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624010701133549538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sister of the bride. :') We're both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepet&lt;/span&gt;, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5TOjIS0BSI/TgyDB1C_pGI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2Qv4k-ClVZI/s1600/kejamstc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5TOjIS0BSI/TgyDB1C_pGI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2Qv4k-ClVZI/s320/kejamstc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624014102121653346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cruel Ecstasy&lt;/span&gt; gang, plus &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;. :D Not a very flattering photo of all of us though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; dinner, we totally wanted to camwhore and take another &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;KEJAM STC&lt;/span&gt; photo, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; went off yam-senging and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Seal&lt;/span&gt; had to go do bridal stuff. So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hStvBqag-0w/TgyE8HkfWyI/AAAAAAAAA_c/_ZeyTwszi8o/s1600/subangdinnerkejamstc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hStvBqag-0w/TgyE8HkfWyI/AAAAAAAAA_c/_ZeyTwszi8o/s320/subangdinnerkejamstc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624016203038022434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim's face is epic by the way. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah okay that's it for the wedding photos. There are more on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; if you guys would like to see it. I shall finish this part of the post with a little narcissism, a picture of me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuT4ig4otWo/TgyE8ASAXKI/AAAAAAAAA_U/tuouUIQ5vPU/s1600/melol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CuT4ig4otWo/TgyE8ASAXKI/AAAAAAAAA_U/tuouUIQ5vPU/s320/melol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624016201081445538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;Madd's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 25th of June&lt;/span&gt; was the birthday of one of my favorite people, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Madeline Ashlee Lok&lt;/span&gt;. :) On that day, it was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yi Hua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Ash&lt;/span&gt; got a cake for her. She was distracted because she was supposed to be supervising our BOD dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the whole&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Interact&lt;/span&gt; gang plus &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt; sang 8 birthday songs for her, LOL. And then &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt; started the fun by shoving an entire piece of cake into &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s mouth. And everyone started following suit. It was hilarious. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no idea where all the cake photos went to, they're probably all still in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;'s iPhone or something. But here's a pic of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stephen&lt;/span&gt; and the birthday girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiEia0bd8ww/TgyHasT0CtI/AAAAAAAAA_k/om6mIY4jcl4/s1600/pedopic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiEia0bd8ww/TgyHasT0CtI/AAAAAAAAA_k/om6mIY4jcl4/s320/pedopic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624018927319517906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, Stephen kindly offered to post as a pervert. Birthday girl is camera shy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interact Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;We were actually split up into groups of around 4 to 5, and given an area of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt; to come up with a virtual project, ie. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;Funding&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); "&gt;Club Service&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;Community Service&lt;/span&gt;. My group got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Community Service&lt;/span&gt;, and we had&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; Pei En&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Mei Kuan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Izzat&lt;/span&gt; and me in our group. Our senior adviser was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;, and she gave us a lot of useful tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); "&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt; presentation on the same day as&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt; Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday, and the day before almost all the groups were rushing and stressing about how to present. At least I know my group was. But we did a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; presentation, as our secret weapon, and the seniors AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Pn. Rajes&lt;/span&gt; said our presentation was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Melanie &lt;/span&gt;actually told me the day after in church that the presentation was good, and she gave me a hug. :') LOL. So the hard work was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" &gt;USJ13'S IU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;So their&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt; IU&lt;/span&gt; was on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;26th of June&lt;/span&gt;, right after &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); "&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday. In fact, I wouldn't even have gone if &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; hadn't asked me to accompany her. I mean, you can't exactly say "NO" to the birthday girl during her birthday week, can you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I went. It was pretty good. The food was actually quite good, and there was one performance that really stood out, which was this Indian guy called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NickyBOOM&lt;/span&gt; who dirty danced on stage to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Britney&lt;/span&gt;'s "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Imma A Slave 4 U&lt;/span&gt;" in hot pink short shorts. He really got the corwd riled up. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bumped into &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; there! Well, not really bumped into, I knew she would be there, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything Else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been this phenomena happening around &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;4 Omega&lt;/span&gt; lately, and it's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;#PurplePhotos&lt;/span&gt;. It's basically just taking your 'sort-of' IC photo with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4 Omega&lt;/span&gt;'s purple background behind. Everyone who gets it taken must put it as their display picture. Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwSEBQs94tk/TgyKaYq4OWI/AAAAAAAAA_s/tdqDUgEVQIQ/s1600/PurplePhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwSEBQs94tk/TgyKaYq4OWI/AAAAAAAAA_s/tdqDUgEVQIQ/s320/PurplePhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624022220582435170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy with it. Hahahhahahah. Thanks, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kan Jia Wei&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 Omega is quite the awesome class.&lt;/span&gt; I really love my classmates. Thank you, God for putting me in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4 Omega&lt;/span&gt;. Please don't stream us next year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to write a speech about why I should become &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt;'s next &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Vice President&lt;/span&gt;, and I am clueless as to how to begin. HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-6635203325474629325?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6635203325474629325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6635203325474629325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-at-once.html' title='All At Once.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3fw_x8bMiU/Tgx8Y7V4lDI/AAAAAAAAA90/sdcgQq42isQ/s72-c/e%2526e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7296264931454146815</id><published>2011-06-09T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:06:05.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Frustration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I think you can probably figure that out for yourself, based on the title above. The main source of my frustration this year is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ADD MATH&lt;/span&gt;. Full name&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Additional Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;, it is the bane of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt; life and will most probably be the bane of my entire existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've always been weak in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;. Well, not exactly weak, more of can't-get-A type of weak. Mostly Cs and Bs, sometimes even Ds. But then I came to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Form 3&lt;/span&gt; and I started improving, mainly because I went for tuition and had a extra personal tutor. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even got an A for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But now.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Add Math&lt;/span&gt; is killing me. Every time I'm in class doing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt;, I get so frustrated because I can't seem to get the right answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ7tvOsm20c/TfBrUSkXVCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Erb4MoY3V6w/s320/frustrated.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616106731656926242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, honestly, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel dumb. That's why I hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: I miss the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;little boy&lt;/span&gt; who sat beside me when we were younger. It's been 10 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7296264931454146815?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7296264931454146815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7296264931454146815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/06/frustration.html' title='Frustration.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ7tvOsm20c/TfBrUSkXVCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Erb4MoY3V6w/s72-c/frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1117855832814667583</id><published>2011-05-27T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:39:46.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Growing Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zusG7a9KSHo/TeEV1pNILII/AAAAAAAAA9Y/GVVvnw3wPYQ/s1600/neverland"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zusG7a9KSHo/TeEV1pNILII/AAAAAAAAA9Y/GVVvnw3wPYQ/s320/neverland" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611790622018514050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been very inactive lately. I think it's because that I came into Form 4 and am now very busy. Well, not really. I have some free time, but it's mostly used sleeping or hogging the computer. Like what I'm doing now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I blogged a lot in Form 2. Almost every day, in fact. Sometimes even twice a day. But now, I can't even manage 1 post a month. It's kinda sad, really. But then again, you (and I)get to see how I've grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From posting about daily ramblings, the little things, to only posting about big things and serious issues. This is sad. I want to be young again. I want to not have a care in the world and have little responsibilities. Now I understand where Peter Pan was coming from. I too don't want to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qetzla48nbE/TeEV1X9s0UI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/idqPtT8TwG8/s1600/idontwannagrowup"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qetzla48nbE/TeEV1X9s0UI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/idqPtT8TwG8/s320/idontwannagrowup" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611790617390403906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess we can't all have what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just leave you with a picture of this sleeping cat to make you fell sleepy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikuaUZlL68k/TeEV13jHFsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/WkKY-5loDQk/s1600/sleepingcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikuaUZlL68k/TeEV13jHFsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/WkKY-5loDQk/s320/sleepingcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611790625868814018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6687877780245386092-1117855832814667583?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1117855832814667583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1117855832814667583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-growing-up.html' title='Not Growing Up.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zusG7a9KSHo/TeEV1pNILII/AAAAAAAAA9Y/GVVvnw3wPYQ/s72-c/neverland' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-9213401444684513255</id><published>2011-04-02T18:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:00:04.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>I'll Miss You, Old Friend.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people. It has been quite a turn of events lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'd just like to wish a belated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to Mr. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Siow E Kent&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TILk2-Ix6eE/TZb-dHGCQVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ik-EENwT_80/s1600/01042011279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TILk2-Ix6eE/TZb-dHGCQVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ik-EENwT_80/s320/01042011279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590935763501072722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, that's the birthday card you gave me. I still kept it, after all these years. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTKOYPrhjN0/TZcEFzyTvuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/_f7hbYW8eZc/s1600/208819_1933212892494_1307448229_32262696_1287460_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTKOYPrhjN0/TZcEFzyTvuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/_f7hbYW8eZc/s320/208819_1933212892494_1307448229_32262696_1287460_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590941960250834658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never realized you were so handsome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, the handsome young man you see above is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Siow E Kent&lt;/span&gt;. He was born on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;28th of March&lt;/span&gt;, and as his brother &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E Guy&lt;/span&gt; said, he was very very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNpJsSs8jrY/TZcLjWq1j6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/oP8ri3Ek8Ck/s1600/205726_1933231132950_1307448229_32262718_7006177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNpJsSs8jrY/TZcLjWq1j6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/oP8ri3Ek8Ck/s320/205726_1933231132950_1307448229_32262718_7006177_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590950164412338082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He got to touch a white tiger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;E Kent&lt;/span&gt; for 9 years, going on 10. We met way back in primary school, and we sat together for around... 3 years, I think? It was Standard 2, 3 and 4, if my memory doesn't fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those 3 years, he was incredible, a great friend. I remember his English was one of the best of our class. We wrote a short vampire story together. It was handwritten. But one day I asked him whether he still had it, and he told me he'd thrown it away. I was pretty upset then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was once, we wanted to make a movie, he and I were both fighting for the post of director, but he was so stubborn, so I had to settle for the post of producer. Needless to say the movie was a failure cause we were just kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we also took the same transport to and from school, we'd become pretty close. We used to hang out after school, because our transport aunty had to do 2 rounds to fit everyone, and we were the in the 2nd round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being a great friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E Kent&lt;/span&gt; was also incredibly strong, not just physically but mentally too. In 1 of those 3 years, he knocked the corner of a desk. The area he knocked was the sensitive area behind 1 of his ears. He cried, of course. He was just a kid, anyone would have cried. It must have been bloody painful. I looked at it and it was a deep, deep gash. He went back home, and came back the next day, smiling and cheerful. It was as if he was good as new. There was some sort of purple glue on the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another demonstration of his strength was in Form 2. I blogged about it before, you can read it &lt;a href="http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2009/08/happening-bloodshed_13.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  And this photo, is what happened afterward. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeHj9PzLWHY/TZcLjWGu2-I/AAAAAAAAA84/GbRrBKqMwg4/s1600/208136_1933249453408_1307448229_32262735_1687994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeHj9PzLWHY/TZcLjWGu2-I/AAAAAAAAA84/GbRrBKqMwg4/s320/208136_1933249453408_1307448229_32262735_1687994_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590950164260903906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A stupid monkey banged his head yesterday, and the monkey is ME! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In Standard 6, he said somethings that caused a misunderstanding on my part, and I think I took too personally. From then on, I've always regretted not making the effort to repair our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;February 5th 2010&lt;/span&gt;, we(the general population of everybody) found out that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E Kent&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lung cancer&lt;/span&gt;. And it was a shock. Who would have thought that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E Kent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sportsman of the Year&lt;/span&gt;, footballer, runner and all things healthy, would get cancer? He didn't even smoke for goodness' sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually the cancer got worse but he fought to the every end, long enough to celebrate his 16th birthday in hospital. Those of us who had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; were trying to trend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#happybirthdaysiowekent&lt;/span&gt;, and it worked too, in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after his birthday, on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;30th of March 2011&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;E Kent&lt;/span&gt; passed away at 12 45 am. I couldn't believe it myself when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;JonC &lt;/span&gt;confirmed the news to me. Everyone was crying. I cried too, a lot, but at the funeral service, after we went to pay our last respects and the coffin was closed, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; gave me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lagyMCIa3J8/TZcLjni4aKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/bqIwrE6mW6o/s1600/209005_1933243933270_1307448229_32262730_3566117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lagyMCIa3J8/TZcLjni4aKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/bqIwrE6mW6o/s320/209005_1933243933270_1307448229_32262730_3566117_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590950168942373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray that your family finds that peace too, for their loss must be so much greater than ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll always miss you, friend, seat partner, co-author. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Siow E Kent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;28th March 1995&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;30th March 2011&lt;/span&gt;, rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QB7BzXxBR2U/TZb-danEpxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LkB0n_VAPw4/s1600/01042011280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QB7BzXxBR2U/TZb-danEpxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LkB0n_VAPw4/s320/01042011280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590935768739915538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for the memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-9213401444684513255?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/9213401444684513255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/9213401444684513255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-miss-you-old-friend.html' title='I&apos;ll Miss You, Old Friend.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TILk2-Ix6eE/TZb-dHGCQVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ik-EENwT_80/s72-c/01042011279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-380256394328063998</id><published>2011-03-15T14:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:04:58.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><title type='text'>Positive Clowns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8f3fC2EnrgI/TX8FBBvmO3I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/au4Bx13G7H4/s1600/11032011176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8f3fC2EnrgI/TX8FBBvmO3I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/au4Bx13G7H4/s320/11032011176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584187578168785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyyo. :) By the way, heyyo means hey and yo. :P Hahaha LOL okay never mind. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Charlene&lt;/span&gt; the clown says hello. :) More pics below, so read through. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I just got back from PAG(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Persons Are Gifts&lt;/span&gt;) Camp yesterday. And might I say, it was a success. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was part of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PAG Outreach Team&lt;/span&gt; for 9 months. For 9 months, we had endless rehearsals, countless hours writing testimonies, and lots of prayer and Praise and Worship. The end result was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;PAG Camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;March 2011&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously friggin' proud of the participants. I have never ever seen a bunch of people so open and so willing to receive God's grace before. Not even in my own camps that I went to as a participant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to know about the whole camp, you'd have to go to one. :) I can't give anything away because the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PAG camp&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once-in-a-lifetime&lt;/span&gt; thing. If you have been to one, you can't attend another unless you get called to be part of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Outreach Team&lt;/span&gt;. That's what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; said. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. The group that I had to lead was&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; BLUE&lt;/span&gt;. We were all colour-coded so yeah. :) The members were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Conrad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Craig&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Levania&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Miles&lt;/span&gt;. I still remember them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJnvlFarZ48/TX8FBjW-MqI/AAAAAAAAA6g/iWTgpbqJMwo/s1600/12032011180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJnvlFarZ48/TX8FBjW-MqI/AAAAAAAAA6g/iWTgpbqJMwo/s320/12032011180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584187587192304290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was supposed to be a camouflage person thing for the icebreaker skit. LOL tak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGM5cZfzKZE/TX8FB8VAkBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/OcCVprKTJZI/s1600/12032011183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGM5cZfzKZE/TX8FB8VAkBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/OcCVprKTJZI/s320/12032011183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584187593894957074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did this during &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;night prayer&lt;/span&gt;. It's so pretty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YR1b2-8vbzQ/TX8FCbmU5FI/AAAAAAAAA6w/31hHPBPnDic/s1600/14032011184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YR1b2-8vbzQ/TX8FCbmU5FI/AAAAAAAAA6w/31hHPBPnDic/s320/14032011184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584187602289091666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw that! XD By the way, it's not mine. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the pictures below were all taken on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;final night&lt;/span&gt; of camp, which was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ML1FX1ijFrY/TX8FCvL3jGI/AAAAAAAAA64/8CbD9egW4jE/s1600/14032011187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ML1FX1ijFrY/TX8FCvL3jGI/AAAAAAAAA64/8CbD9egW4jE/s320/14032011187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584187607546825826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emo clown. This was before we went to put on out performance. Make-up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCXiFyr7TU0/TX8LB0Cin0I/AAAAAAAAA7A/0flV02LfHMU/s1600/14032011188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCXiFyr7TU0/TX8LB0Cin0I/AAAAAAAAA7A/0flV02LfHMU/s320/14032011188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584194188739780418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; has such big eyes. *Jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ay5e8SuqKg/TX8LCDysALI/AAAAAAAAA7I/zJ4XJ-1OArY/s1600/14032011190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ay5e8SuqKg/TX8LCDysALI/AAAAAAAAA7I/zJ4XJ-1OArY/s320/14032011190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584194192968253618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the differnce between his eyes and mine! By the way, my eyes were open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6ZEpVfh0Pc/TX8LCVxyePI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_1dXjN8YBJA/s1600/14032011191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6ZEpVfh0Pc/TX8LCVxyePI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_1dXjN8YBJA/s320/14032011191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584194197796321522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; and I 'clowning' around. Get it? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJnPkTF7h1E/TX8LCWm_4uI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/--cbRSQwG0Y/s1600/14032011192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJnPkTF7h1E/TX8LCWm_4uI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/--cbRSQwG0Y/s320/14032011192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584194198019498722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWxozOZJjcI/TX8LCkUITVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/k3PGIVJvBfk/s1600/14032011193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWxozOZJjcI/TX8LCkUITVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/k3PGIVJvBfk/s320/14032011193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584194201698454866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Craig&lt;/span&gt;! From group &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYrMWj16Gr0/TX8L17vbGfI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Drm7am9XNAU/s1600/14032011194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYrMWj16Gr0/TX8L17vbGfI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Drm7am9XNAU/s320/14032011194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584195084160276978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pearly&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ4sKYlV3CA/TX8L2AnQYcI/AAAAAAAAA7w/5cjytXpP6Qg/s1600/14032011195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ4sKYlV3CA/TX8L2AnQYcI/AAAAAAAAA7w/5cjytXpP6Qg/s320/14032011195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584195085468197314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7YnK_R_oDo/TX8L2AbchlI/AAAAAAAAA74/ur-14ImWzBo/s1600/14032011196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7YnK_R_oDo/TX8L2AbchlI/AAAAAAAAA74/ur-14ImWzBo/s320/14032011196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584195085418661458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Suman&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3DmodGi2Ig/TX8L2Z9QTCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/6YScnlNTIR4/s1600/14032011197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3DmodGi2Ig/TX8L2Z9QTCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/6YScnlNTIR4/s320/14032011197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584195092271352866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBYcnCYXaeg/TX8L2xhCgKI/AAAAAAAAA8I/93NdYcA7RUE/s1600/14032011199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBYcnCYXaeg/TX8L2xhCgKI/AAAAAAAAA8I/93NdYcA7RUE/s320/14032011199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584195098595459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Winona&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yes, my clown make-up got progressively smeared throughout the night. That's because I took some and marked it on the participants AND the PARENTS. That's why some of them have crosses on their face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Next time, if you hear about PAG Camp and get offered to go, GO FOR IT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I get called back to be part of Team again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-380256394328063998?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/380256394328063998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/380256394328063998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/03/positive-clowns.html' title='Positive Clowns.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8f3fC2EnrgI/TX8FBBvmO3I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/au4Bx13G7H4/s72-c/11032011176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-346608453522248511</id><published>2011-02-25T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:28:53.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Poke-Nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>Whassup people! For your countless visits to my blog, and your endless dedication to reading my awesome blog, I am rewarding you with a blog post! And the blog post today is:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;POKEMON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt; is awesome. :) I used to watch it when I was a kid, and recently I started watching it again. I prefer the earlier episodes though. The ones with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Brock&lt;/span&gt; in them. Now and then I squeeze in an episode whenever I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course there has to be pictures of incredibly cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Pikachu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0aDtgKy9Wo/TWaB--pqGgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/qQ-SiyZodFE/s320/pikachu.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 216px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577288107514534402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pikachu&lt;/span&gt; is incredibly cute when it goes "Pika...". Look at its cherry red cheeks! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The second majorly cute one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Charmander&lt;/span&gt;. This &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt; happens to be my sister &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Shirleen&lt;/span&gt;'s favourite because of its round head. Lol. It also happens to be what&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Jezzy&lt;/span&gt; calls me. Well, not really, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Jezzy&lt;/span&gt; calls me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Charizard&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Charmander&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;root &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Charizard&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJpT_bTctqo/TWaB_HgYCJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/hQeDwuJaVbs/s320/charmander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577288109891520658" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 235px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7AgsG6sNa8/TWaB_yDjLjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/39tk9b7YQaM/s1600/togepi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7AgsG6sNa8/TWaB_yDjLjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/39tk9b7YQaM/s320/togepi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577288121313340978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Togepi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember this &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt; because it's so eggy and all it does is just sit in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Misty&lt;/span&gt;'s arms and go "To-ge-pi!" Hahahahah cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Squirtle&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAwhclNFNvM/TWaB_3bAmJI/AAAAAAAAA54/9COmFWlra_s/s1600/squirtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAwhclNFNvM/TWaB_3bAmJI/AAAAAAAAA54/9COmFWlra_s/s320/squirtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577288122753915026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Squirtle&lt;/span&gt;'s so cute, especially in the first episode when it makes its debut, called "Here Comes the Squirtle Squad". It's so friggin' cute and its powers aren't that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favourite, aside from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Squirtle&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sandshrew&lt;/span&gt;. It's down there, to the left, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Pikachu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zkwXOqLqyA/TWaB_dKfqEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/8os-kkS0C8k/s1600/sandshrew"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zkwXOqLqyA/TWaB_dKfqEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/8os-kkS0C8k/s320/sandshrew" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577288115705325634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sandshrew&lt;/span&gt; because it kinda reminds me of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hedgehog&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like hedgehogs&lt;/span&gt;. :) Or rather, I like the idea of hedgehogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the coolest looking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt;, in my opinion, would have to be ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wh1KnhCv-FY/TWaEs1NvAjI/AAAAAAAAA6I/jdFazXwaKnk/s1600/scyther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wh1KnhCv-FY/TWaEs1NvAjI/AAAAAAAAA6I/jdFazXwaKnk/s320/scyther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577291094278734386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Scyther&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a human-sized praying mantis with blades for forearms. Super cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFnF9GB0JOo/TWaF3Y-YpGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/3nuMkQaSQsg/s1600/scyther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFnF9GB0JOo/TWaF3Y-YpGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/3nuMkQaSQsg/s320/scyther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577292375188350050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Scyther&lt;/span&gt; says bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-346608453522248511?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/346608453522248511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/346608453522248511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/02/poke-nostalgia.html' title='Poke-Nostalgia.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0aDtgKy9Wo/TWaB--pqGgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/qQ-SiyZodFE/s72-c/pikachu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6412483084852192163</id><published>2011-02-19T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:14:24.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Less Than Scintillating.</title><content type='html'>Hello, my very awesome readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I have not been updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened recently. Valentine's Day, Chinese New Year, stress, adjusting to a new kinda syllabus, stress, trying not to lose my temper, going for PAG, and did I mention stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My life has been busy. I know this blog post isn't exactly scintillating, but I just want to keep my blog alive. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-6412483084852192163?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6412483084852192163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6412483084852192163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/02/less-than-scintillating.html' title='Less Than Scintillating.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1858367419015826970</id><published>2011-02-06T12:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:20:18.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merchandise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avpm'/><title type='text'>Starkid Merchandise!</title><content type='html'>Hello, people! Just a little note to say, I've removed my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;chatbox&lt;/span&gt; because it was being &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;spammed&lt;/span&gt; by weird maybe-computer-generated people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because it was all rusty and dusty. *frowns at my readers for not using the chatbox that I placed previously for your convenience*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Anyhow, it's gone. Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this (the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shirts&lt;/span&gt;, not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;, by the way) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4sNW8V1vI/AAAAAAAAA44/iQouBEa81UY/s1600/darrencrissshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4sNW8V1vI/AAAAAAAAA44/iQouBEa81UY/s320/darrencrissshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570438397112473330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Darren Criss&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe in light blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4sNY4vy4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/IJqNE3R7hQU/s1600/laurenlopezshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4sNY4vy4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/IJqNE3R7hQU/s320/laurenlopezshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570438397634268034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lauren Lopez&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this (but maybe in a different colour):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4tOTb87HI/AAAAAAAAA5I/O-90kEFFVHs/s1600/supermegafoxyawesomehot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4tOTb87HI/AAAAAAAAA5I/O-90kEFFVHs/s320/supermegafoxyawesomehot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570439512862813298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No idea who's this.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Bonnie Gruesen&lt;/span&gt; maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to decide between this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4tOz8LfpI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ES4aJIE_TA8/s1600/starkidglssesnavy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4tOz8LfpI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ES4aJIE_TA8/s320/starkidglssesnavy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570439521587920530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4tOuA7UzI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hdaN0zBLEY0/s1600/starkidglasseslightlbue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4tOuA7UzI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hdaN0zBLEY0/s320/starkidglasseslightlbue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570439519997219634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: And no, I'm not really gonna buy these stuff. Because I can only get them from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;States&lt;/span&gt;. The shipping fees alone would use up my college fund. Mum would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's nice to dream. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-1858367419015826970?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1858367419015826970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1858367419015826970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/02/starkid-merchandise.html' title='Starkid Merchandise!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TU4sNW8V1vI/AAAAAAAAA44/iQouBEa81UY/s72-c/darrencrissshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1586522746422563537</id><published>2011-01-28T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:39:43.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Sexual Transactions.</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you're reading this, I hope you're read the cover story of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;StarTWO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;26th January 2011&lt;/span&gt;. If not you will be hopelessly lost and confused. Well, okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover title of the article is basically "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sexual Transaction&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Some young men visit sex workers regularly, because they can. 2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TULwzFHRITI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JA__dnRa6fU/s1600/prostitution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TULwzFHRITI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JA__dnRa6fU/s320/prostitution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567276849720009010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a nutshell, the whole article is about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;prostitution&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, with 2 paying customers giving their opinions on it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I can only go once a month because I can't spend so much. But when I get my scholarship money, I go more often," said Adam, 23. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I laughed at this&lt;/span&gt;. Really, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;? You pick these sort of individuals to give scholarships to? People who visit prostitutes and use money that is supposedly for their education on casual sex instead? Pffft. No wonder all your young talent is all running off overseas. Because you don't give scholarships to those who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the scholarship he has might not necessarily come from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; government or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; company, but as he studies here, the Adam guy, I mean, I think there's a high chance that his scholarship is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wait, there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I usually only date and have sex with Chinese girls, but with sex workers I can call and ask for Malay girls, 'China dolls' and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mat Salleh&lt;/span&gt; girls (Caucasians)," said Sam, who is already engaged but does not think he is cheating on his fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not married yet, so I am not cheating&lt;/span&gt;. It's not illegal to have sex, right?" he said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh sure, it's not illegal to have sex BUT MAYBE IT IS &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/span&gt; TO HAVE SEX WITH SEX WORKERS, WHEN &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;PROSTITUTION IS ILLEGAL IN MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;. Ever thought of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, you're not cheating on your fiancee? Would you still feel the same way if she had sex with a random guy she paid to strip for her? After all, she's not married to you yet, so it's not cheating, right? Yeah right, stop deluding yourself, will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your fiancee know that you frequent sex workers? Has she agreed that it is not cheating? HAH. I bet if you told your fiancee you'd probably not have any balls left cause she'd rip them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Just my opinion. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Adam also thinks his habit of buying sex is harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not doing anything to anyone. I won't bother you if you don't bother me. I just buy sex for fun," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You really think that encouraging &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;prostitution is harmless&lt;/span&gt;? You tear these girls down, you use them for their bodies, you take away their self-worth, you trample all over their dignity, and then you get yourself to sleep by saying that it is harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TULwy-3kE2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/7CDWVWEkdEo/s1600/nobadwomenjustbadlaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TULwy-3kE2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/7CDWVWEkdEo/s320/nobadwomenjustbadlaws.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567276848043529058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's fun for them? You think it's harmless? They didn't pick this career path. Some prostitutes might go back to prostitution because they don't have any other skills. Most of them were&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; kidnapped&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;smuggled&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;trafficked&lt;/span&gt; into the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; sex industry&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you say it's harmless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them can't escape from their brothels because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;drug dependence&lt;/span&gt;. Some because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;violence&lt;/span&gt;, fear of their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pimps&lt;/span&gt;, the feeling of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;isolation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;having no one to turn to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you were from a poor, underdeveloped country. You got promised a good job as a waitress in a better country, and you went. But it was a lie, and you got forced into the sex industry. Your pimp wouldn't let you out of the brothel in which he kept you and he hit you if you refused to have sex with the men, and maybe some of the men took you by force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL THINK IT'S HARMLESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later your pimp agrees to let you out, but only after you've taken drugs. Once you're hooked on it, of course he'll let you out, because if you run, you have nowhere to go, no one else but your pimp can satisfy your burning addiction for the harmful substances that consume your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARMLESS? Yeah, right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sexually Transmitted Diseases&lt;/span&gt; (STDs) are another matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Usually, I wear condoms but sometimes I don't when the girl does not have it. But these girls are clean, right? That's why I pay more for them than the street girls. They go for regular checkups, right?" said Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You see. You yourself, you're not even sure that they haven't contracted any &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;STDs&lt;/span&gt; from previous customers or drug use. So what if by chance you get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;infected&lt;/span&gt;? Are you going to pass it on to your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fiancee&lt;/span&gt;, who, in your opinion, you're not cheating on? Are you going to pass it on to your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;? Becuase your wife would have to breastfeed them, would she not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you going to face them , the tiny little things, when they ask "Papa, why am I dying?" WHAT WILL YOU SAY? You think about that, think about looking into their eyes, their innocent faces, their lives so unfulfilled, and how are you going to explain that the reason they're dying is because you couldn't control your hormones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if there is a demand for it, there will be a supply&lt;/span&gt;. It is because people like you go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;sex workers&lt;/span&gt;, that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;innocent girls&lt;/span&gt; are snatched from their lives and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;trafficked&lt;/span&gt; into the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; sex industry&lt;/span&gt;. If you didn't go to prostitutes, pimps wouldn't find more girls, and the world would be a happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK ABOUT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I am not going to blog about law enforcement regarding illegal prostitution because I might get carried away and get myself sued for defamation. So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-1586522746422563537?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1586522746422563537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1586522746422563537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/01/sexual-transactions.html' title='Sexual Transactions.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TULwzFHRITI/AAAAAAAAA4s/JA__dnRa6fU/s72-c/prostitution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3599093413758534560</id><published>2011-01-15T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:01:23.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='installation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Officially  an Assistant.</title><content type='html'>EDITED: Because of someone. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TTGqBSDmfQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/cAnSf9Tkm3A/s1600/15012011035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562413953782807810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TTGqBSDmfQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/cAnSf9Tkm3A/s320/15012011035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TTHG2rgozHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/aGwnkGQZz08/s1600/15012011036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562445657474124914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TTHG2rgozHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/aGwnkGQZz08/s320/15012011036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Installation is finally over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I just wanna say thank you to everyone who helped out, and also the seniors for guiding and mentoring me as to how to organize this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord for giving me such &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;supermegafoxyawesomehot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; parents&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sisters&lt;/span&gt; who are so supportive and helpful and resourceful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, God for giving me a&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; supermegafoxyawesomehot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;senior&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;evil advisor&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;resident smacker&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;stress reliever&lt;/strong&gt;, to help me. LOL. Gonna be working under her for the next 6 months. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I can't really elaborate on &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Installation&lt;/span&gt;, a bit too tired, and I can't really think right now, my brain isn't functioning. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more photos on Facebook though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;. Lol.&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/6687877780245386092-3599093413758534560?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3599093413758534560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3599093413758534560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/01/officially-assistant.html' title='Officially  an Assistant.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TTGqBSDmfQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/cAnSf9Tkm3A/s72-c/15012011035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5735215210060904429</id><published>2011-01-07T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:55:46.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avpm'/><title type='text'>A Very Potter Co-curriculum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AGM&lt;/span&gt; was yesterday. The annual recruiting meeting for all the co-curriculum clubs. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I joined &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/span&gt;(a first, LOL), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt;(4 years running :D), and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Chess&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. I joined &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Chess &lt;/span&gt;when I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Form 1&lt;/span&gt;. When I told &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seow&lt;/span&gt; that I was gonna join the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chess Club&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;, she said, "Aiyoh you all ah! So lazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt; had our first general meeting today. Attendance was great. Hope the members keep it up. Thanks for coming, guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stutter&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuttering and getting pronunciation problems&lt;/span&gt;. :( It's so weird, I always thought that because my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; is fairly good I wouldn't have any speech impediments. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TScovnmW6OI/AAAAAAAAA4E/UrcDi0CmF_E/s1600/avpmposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TScovnmW6OI/AAAAAAAAA4E/UrcDi0CmF_E/s320/avpmposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559457063560997090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AVPM&lt;/span&gt; music on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;. :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TScovtv2zuI/AAAAAAAAA38/o0P3SyjpfUI/s1600/darrencriss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TScovtv2zuI/AAAAAAAAA38/o0P3SyjpfUI/s320/darrencriss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559457065211449058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Darren Criss&lt;/span&gt; FTW! Yes, that's the guy from Glee. He was originally from AVPM, just so you know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granger Danger&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;supermegafoxyawesomehot&lt;/span&gt;! That's a song, by the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I know you just had no idea what the above paragraph meant. Well, if you're really curious, and if you're a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; fan, at least as big as I am, I suggest you go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; and type &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Very Potter Musical&lt;/span&gt;, and start from there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TScov0gL3dI/AAAAAAAAA4M/MWXiT-5D5Gg/s1600/avpm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TScov0gL3dI/AAAAAAAAA4M/MWXiT-5D5Gg/s320/avpm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559457067024768466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5735215210060904429?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5735215210060904429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5735215210060904429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/01/very-potter-co-curriculum.html' title='A Very Potter Co-curriculum.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TScovnmW6OI/AAAAAAAAA4E/UrcDi0CmF_E/s72-c/avpmposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-2966903560894955431</id><published>2011-01-05T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:10:43.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='streaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Sophistication in A Bar.</title><content type='html'>So. School has started. Just a quick update then, this'll be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday before school started, which is the 2nd of Jan 2011, I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Subang Parade&lt;/span&gt; and got(well okay, my parents got) myself a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;new phone&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nokia C5-03&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TSSFukfzmZI/AAAAAAAAA30/dkY7S32jqWg/s1600/nokiafront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TSSFukfzmZI/AAAAAAAAA30/dkY7S32jqWg/s320/nokiafront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558714875199592850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine's completely black. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TSSFuX2CqAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/QHAiO0skSuo/s1600/nokiaback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TSSFuX2CqAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/QHAiO0skSuo/s320/nokiaback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558714871803193346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't resist bragging. Lol. I think this models is quite new. Cause all the adverts I see featuring it and all the web pages and reviews all say "Coming Soon" or "New!". So yeah. I'm pretty proud of that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Brand new phone&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I can't stop bragging about my new phone and why I keep tweeting about it is because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is my first phone that I'm using firsthand&lt;/span&gt;. The other phones I used before were all second-hand, hand-me-downs from my sisters. So yeah, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't say I'm in love with it yet, because it's kind of a big change, what with going from a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sony Ericsson&lt;/span&gt; clamshell to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; touchscreen, but so far, it's pretty good. Certain things are a bit annoying though. Won't elaborate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TSSFuVTUtzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Yg1UZ30mOSI/s1600/nokiabox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TSSFuVTUtzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Yg1UZ30mOSI/s320/nokiabox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558714871120705330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It comes in a box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If anybody said that to be I would widen my eyes, nod my head really slowly but exaggeratedly, and go "No way." LOL. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; is awesome. If used right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I have been put into&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 4 Beta&lt;/span&gt;, which is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sub-science&lt;/span&gt; class, when I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;qualify for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;pure-science&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;frickin' asked for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pure-science&lt;/span&gt; last year. On Monday I was quite pissed because of this. But it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Accounts&lt;/span&gt; isn't so bad. If my appeal works and I manage to get into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pure-science&lt;/span&gt;, I'm gonna drop &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; and take up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Accounts&lt;/span&gt;. Along with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Bible Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;. And maybe &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;English Literature.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: My new phone is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;supermegafoxyawesomehot&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Pp/s: For those of you who don't get this post's title, go &lt;a href="http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-con-camp-photos.html"&gt;[here]&lt;/a&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/6687877780245386092-2966903560894955431?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2966903560894955431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2966903560894955431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2011/01/sophistication-in-bar.html' title='Sophistication in A Bar.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TSSFukfzmZI/AAAAAAAAA30/dkY7S32jqWg/s72-c/nokiafront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5650888119768718141</id><published>2010-12-30T16:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:21:49.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Pre-School Depression.</title><content type='html'>I feel sad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRxNllVcOXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/rJzNzgf7psA/s1600/sims%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRxNllVcOXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/rJzNzgf7psA/s320/sims%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556401348340889970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should feel happy because my awesome sister let me play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sims 3&lt;/span&gt; for a few hours. And I am, a bit, because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I feel sad. Because a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt; is starting. Sigh. New books, new teachers, new classmates, new subjects, and worst of all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new homework&lt;/span&gt;. I don't suppose it sounds too bad. But this year kind of is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;transition &lt;/span&gt;year, what with the different streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. There are doubts, of course. Like "What if I don't get in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;pure science&lt;/span&gt;?". But I'm fairly confident that my results are good enough to get me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most people only go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pure science&lt;/span&gt; because it's what their parents want and that, given a choice, they would much rather go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;arts&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sub science&lt;/span&gt;. I used to be 1 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But along the way I realized that, going pure really does offer more job choices.  And so far, I have a few ideas of what I want to do later in life. But this isn't the time to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S STARTING! And I haven't made the most of my holidays! No! Oh well. I suppose we have to progress and move on. Otherwise, we'd just be stuck in a rut for the rest of our lives. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRxNGjwpLOI/AAAAAAAAA3U/GvP_Bo0p7cI/s1600/katevoegele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRxNGjwpLOI/AAAAAAAAA3U/GvP_Bo0p7cI/s320/katevoegele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556400815342169314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started listening to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kate Voegele&lt;/span&gt; again. Her rendition of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt; is pure genius. :) For those of you who don't know, she also plays &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mia&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still trying to persuade&lt;/span&gt; Mom to get me some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Farley's Rusks&lt;/span&gt;. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5650888119768718141?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5650888119768718141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5650888119768718141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/12/pre-school-depression.html' title='Pre-School Depression.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRxNllVcOXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/rJzNzgf7psA/s72-c/sims%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7549937493833924989</id><published>2010-12-28T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:11:03.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Weird Craving.</title><content type='html'>Okay. So. A few weeks ago, I watched this video by a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Youtube &lt;/span&gt;personality called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;charlieissocoolike&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/charlieissocoollike"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSOU33Fkcg0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSOU33Fkcg0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I kinda forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. The other day, I was at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jaya Grocer&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt; and I happened across a product in the baby food aisle, called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Farley's Rusks&lt;/span&gt;. I was with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; at that time, she pointed them out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRoUN2UmC3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/bwM6VsC5xW0/s1600/farley%2527srusks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRoUN2UmC3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/bwM6VsC5xW0/s320/farley%2527srusks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555775318467677042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I asked my mom, "Ma, did I use to eat a type of baby food called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Farley's Rusks&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mom was like "Yeah, yeah you did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went to watch the video again, and now I really feel like eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Farley's Rusks&lt;/span&gt;. Like seriously, I don't think I can sleep if I don't eat it, and my sleep is pretty important to me, so I want these Rusks that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRoU7hH_mRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Mv7eq6bjmXY/s1600/farley%2527srusksbiscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRoU7hH_mRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Mv7eq6bjmXY/s320/farley%2527srusksbiscuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555776103051663634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that, my friends, is what a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Farley's Rusks&lt;/span&gt; looks like. I WANT ONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7549937493833924989?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7549937493833924989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7549937493833924989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/12/weird-craving.html' title='Weird Craving.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRoUN2UmC3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/bwM6VsC5xW0/s72-c/farley%2527srusks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-2971281252615971297</id><published>2010-12-23T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:01:06.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>Halleluia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRMXntOLbNI/AAAAAAAAA2w/g_PFXmvfyl4/s1600/i%2527m%2Bfeeling%2Bawesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRMXntOLbNI/AAAAAAAAA2w/g_PFXmvfyl4/s320/i%2527m%2Bfeeling%2Bawesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553808736399355090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Charlene See Kar Mun&lt;/span&gt;, am feeling pretty darn awesome now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why, is because of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PMR &lt;/span&gt;results. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;praise the Lord&lt;/span&gt; man. I feel so high now and I seriously thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; for my results.I mean, I know it's not the best results in the world, but I feel pretty darn satisfied with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I set my expectations really low so I wouldn't be disappointed. I told myself that I expected &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;1A&lt;/span&gt; only, but deep down I thought I would get maybe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3 to 5 As&lt;/span&gt;, and my actual results surpassed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I FEEL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, for everything. Thank you to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;, who nagged me when I needed it and encouraged me whenever I had self-doubt. Thank you to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;awesome fat sisters&lt;/span&gt;, for annoying me till I studied. Thank you to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;, who were so stressed out that I felt so laidback. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 6As, a B and a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My result slip reads like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Bahasa Melayu&lt;/span&gt; - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bahasa Inggeris&lt;/span&gt; - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mathematics &lt;/span&gt;- A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Geografi&lt;/span&gt; - A&lt;br /&gt;KHB- Ekonomi Rumah Tangga - B&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Cina - C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a C for Chinese. C for Chinese, get it? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-2971281252615971297?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2971281252615971297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2971281252615971297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/12/halleluia.html' title='Halleluia!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TRMXntOLbNI/AAAAAAAAA2w/g_PFXmvfyl4/s72-c/i%2527m%2Bfeeling%2Bawesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5415775942374690983</id><published>2010-12-10T15:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:19:55.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hong kong'/><title type='text'>Beyond the Realm of Conscience.</title><content type='html'>Hello readers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheerful today. Just washed my hair after eating lunch after coming back from an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Interact BOD&lt;/span&gt; meeting. Haha. Okay, I have no idea why I'm posting that on my blog. Should be cybersafe and all that. LOL. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I've been watching this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hong Kong TVB&lt;/span&gt; drama lately. Don't ask me why I am. I don't even know myself. Maybe it's cause I want to improve my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt;. Or maybe just cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Kevin Cheng&lt;/span&gt; is in it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRsXdklI/AAAAAAAAA1o/oXj6EG1dtXc/s1600/kevincheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRsXdklI/AAAAAAAAA1o/oXj6EG1dtXc/s320/kevincheng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548966109004010066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin Cheng. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't watched TVB dramas for a long time. In fact, the last TVB  drama I remember that I followed somewhat faithfully was  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A Maiden's  Vow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The drama I'm talking about is called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beyond The Realm of Conscience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRzcXbfI/AAAAAAAAA14/daHTxIK4P5s/s1600/beyondtherealmofconscience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRzcXbfI/AAAAAAAAA14/daHTxIK4P5s/s320/beyondtherealmofconscience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548966110903627250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starring &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Charmaine Sheh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kevin Cheng,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Tavia Yeung&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Moses Chan&lt;/span&gt;! LOL by the way, I didn't know any of their names before I started watching, except for Kevin and Charmaine. I Googled the synopsis and found out. Resourceful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRjJtSyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qlj8ZM9C1rk/s1600/BTROCwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRjJtSyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qlj8ZM9C1rk/s320/BTROCwords.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548966106530401058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The literal translation of the show's Chinese name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Palace Scheme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One reason why I like watching this show is because almost every character is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;backstabbing bitch&lt;/span&gt;. No, I'm serious. LMAO. It's because in the palace, you can only survive if you have rank. Thus, everyone backstabs each other to get promotions and higher ranks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really entertaining&lt;/span&gt;. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is set in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;China &lt;/span&gt;during the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Tang&lt;/span&gt; dynasty, and as usual there are Emperors and Empresses and concubines and eunuchs and servant girls everywhere. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kevin Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, however, does not play a eunuch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another reason why I like this show is because in every episode, someone's either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;promoted&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;demoted&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;executed&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tortured&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made a concubine&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;backstabbed&lt;/span&gt; or whatnot. It's really entertaining, especially with the cast. Mind you, it's entertaining cause they're good actors, not cause I like seeing people get tortured and executed. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the roles that the actresses and actors play are also friggin' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt; and suited for them and we always see them play these types of roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHoO5kuLWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8g59HtUEilk/s1600/moseschan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHoO5kuLWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8g59HtUEilk/s320/moseschan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548971558567816546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moses Chan plays the Emperor. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHoPHBh9TI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sbvL8n7cjxI/s1600/taviayeung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHoPHBh9TI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sbvL8n7cjxI/s320/taviayeung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548971562178311474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tavia Yeung plays servant girl turned evil concubine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lagi&lt;/span&gt; typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHoPARHLrI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/fOZxzWwLTw4/s1600/charmainesheh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHoPARHLrI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/fOZxzWwLTw4/s320/charmainesheh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548971560364617394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charmaine Sheh plays oh-so-good damsel in distress. Even more typical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRsXdklI/AAAAAAAAA1o/oXj6EG1dtXc/s1600/kevincheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRsXdklI/AAAAAAAAA1o/oXj6EG1dtXc/s320/kevincheng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548966109004010066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin Cheng plays kung fu master/Imperial Bodyguard/chess master.&lt;br /&gt;Jock with brains. LOL. Even more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; typical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, why can't&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Kevin Cheng &lt;/span&gt;play a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retard&lt;/span&gt; for once? (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Moses Chan&lt;/span&gt;'s character faked mental disability to survive the palace troubles and then get crowned as emperor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Charmaine Sheh&lt;/span&gt; play the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; for once? LOL. All the TVB experience I've had watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tavia Yeung&lt;/span&gt; always had her in the villain's or bitchy role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tavia Yeung&lt;/span&gt; were to play the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh-so-good damsel in distress&lt;/span&gt;, no one would believe her and everyone would think that it's just part of her elaborate plan to trick everyone into thinking she's nice so that she can take over the world. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for all its' clicheness, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Beyond the Realm of Conscience&lt;/span&gt; isn't actually too bad. Like I said, it's really amusing to watch all this people try to outpsych and outbitch each other just to survive. Amusing, but somewhat true, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjSDShMJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/VTs7htLZbLQ/s1600/hilariousKCandCS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjSDShMJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/VTs7htLZbLQ/s320/hilariousKCandCS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548966115157291154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hong Kong's perfect couple. LOL. Hilarious picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHoPlBukII/AAAAAAAAA2g/ZIFMBm3B19k/s1600/hilariouscharmaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHoPlBukII/AAAAAAAAA2g/ZIFMBm3B19k/s320/hilariouscharmaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548971570232201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For once, I found a photo in which Charmaine Sheh is actually sepet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know she was laughing when they took the photo. Zzzz.&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/6687877780245386092-5415775942374690983?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5415775942374690983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5415775942374690983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/12/beyond-realm-of-conscience.html' title='Beyond the Realm of Conscience.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TQHjRsXdklI/AAAAAAAAA1o/oXj6EG1dtXc/s72-c/kevincheng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-8940501001010173527</id><published>2010-12-05T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:12:42.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>Conference 2010.</title><content type='html'>So. I am back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPz64CxnemI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MDiCMX4SxXs/s1600/interactlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPz64CxnemI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MDiCMX4SxXs/s320/interactlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547584681738205794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 3rd to 5th of December, I went for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;42nd District Interact Conference&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rotary International District 3300&lt;/span&gt;. Chey. Sounds so official. Lol. Well it kind of was. Official, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's conference was hosted by the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Rotary Club of Seremban&lt;/span&gt;, which is apparently the most historical &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rotary Club&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. It was held at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Royale Bintang Resort&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Where do I start? There's an endless list of things I could tell you about the conference, but I'd rather keep it simple. I'll just start off with who went to conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TP9cOrQJMVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Ycd4uOsPz60/s1600/conferencegroup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TP9cOrQJMVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Ycd4uOsPz60/s320/conferencegroup2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548254673142100306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;, our president. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;, our vice President.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Jo Anne&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;, Secretary and Treasurer, respectively. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tze Yun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Madeline&lt;/span&gt;, our Community Service, Club Service and Funding Directors, respectively. Then there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yi Hua&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt;, Assistant Secretary and Treasurer, and last but not least, me, Asst. Funding Director. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one speaker, he looks really Chinese and his beard was all white, and long enough to be tied into a plait. I thought he was cool, and he sounded like Mulan's dad. As in the cartoon, Mulan. So we called him Mulan's dad, LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a staircase in our 2-story duplex suite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TP9cPBrc7vI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TuxSP-r_qwI/s1600/conferencestairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TP9cPBrc7vI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TuxSP-r_qwI/s320/conferencestairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548254679162220274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TP9cOUo9bjI/AAAAAAAAA1I/bmPJ-7GTUAw/s1600/conferencegroup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TP9cOUo9bjI/AAAAAAAAA1I/bmPJ-7GTUAw/s320/conferencegroup1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548254667072171570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TP9cPQwQK0I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Mk4cY6Xuqwo/s1600/familyphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TP9cPQwQK0I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Mk4cY6Xuqwo/s320/familyphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548254683208887106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us minus YiHua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food was great, don't have a picture of it though. The sessions were somewhat interesting. LOL. Got to bond with the seniors. All in all it was a great experience. :) Can't wait for next year. :D&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/6687877780245386092-8940501001010173527?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8940501001010173527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8940501001010173527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/12/conference-2010.html' title='Conference 2010.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPz64CxnemI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MDiCMX4SxXs/s72-c/interactlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5459953245831026941</id><published>2010-11-30T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:21:29.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Twittery Fun.</title><content type='html'>EDITED: Okay, so I realized how hard that wall of text must've been to read, and how you guys as my readers deserve something better, so here it is: the revised post of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twittery Fun&lt;/span&gt;, with pictures and color-highlighted words! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;. The newest form of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;social networking&lt;/span&gt;. For me, anyway. I recently created a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; account, and I must say, it's pretty darn addictive and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUrNyCaoYI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lVI6TnUEQU0/s1600/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUrNyCaoYI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lVI6TnUEQU0/s320/twitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545386031946834306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason being, I don't have many followers on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;(in fact, I have 7 so far, pathetic, I know), but this doesn't really bother me because the reason I created my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; account is to update myself on what my more well-liked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;celebrities&lt;/span&gt; are doing(read: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stalk&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I want more followers, I would prefer them to be people that I don't know in real life. It's already good because I only know half of my followers. The rest, I do not know, and I assume that they do not know me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, this gives me the freedom to post &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;whatever crap&lt;/span&gt; I want on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;, and no one will judge me. Because out of those 7, only 3 know me, and out of those 3, I am pretty close to 2. So assuming the 2 don't judge me, that will only leave 1 person to judge me fairly accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I am less likely to be judged. Even if I am judged, it will not be that accurately by the majority of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; followers, because they don't know me. Do you understand? Or did I explain it in a way that is beyond your comprehension? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about all the judging, by the way. I'm not a big fan of being judged. Neither is anybody else, I imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the people I'm following happen to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, I admit, I started this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; account to stalk the cast of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;. It's not my fault I happen to like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; accents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; people or people associated with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; people who I'm following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUut2sDqUI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/xW7ixA1GOp8/s1600/tomfelton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUut2sDqUI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/xW7ixA1GOp8/s320/tomfelton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545389881485928770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom Felton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU0X24REHI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/zpSR2GwkaEI/s1600/emmawatson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU0X24REHI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/zpSR2GwkaEI/s320/emmawatson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545396100649783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma Watson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harry Potter Film&lt;br /&gt;(official Twitter feed for anything &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUuuLrQ3RI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Lu43H-oHxIA/s1600/oliverphelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUuuLrQ3RI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Lu43H-oHxIA/s320/oliverphelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545389887119744274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUuuXzSpsI/AAAAAAAAAyg/0EPeGEF8vu0/s1600/jamesphelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUuuXzSpsI/AAAAAAAAAyg/0EPeGEF8vu0/s320/jamesphelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545389890374641346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feltbeats              [&lt;a href="http://feltbeats.com/"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt;'s music label)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUwrbIOCbI/AAAAAAAAAyw/thMXsh8TNvM/s1600/chrisrankin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUwrbIOCbI/AAAAAAAAAyw/thMXsh8TNvM/s320/chrisrankin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545392038751373746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris Rankin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuggleNet&lt;br /&gt;(some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HP&lt;/span&gt; fansite I'm not a member of, just following their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snitch Seeker&lt;br /&gt;(refer to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MuggleNet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter                (fictional character)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leaky Cauldron&lt;br /&gt;(refer to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MuggleNet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SixString Productions&lt;br /&gt;(associated with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUwGxXq09I/AAAAAAAAAyo/JzC2VJzoCLU/s1600/charliemcdonnell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUwGxXq09I/AAAAAAAAAyo/JzC2VJzoCLU/s320/charliemcdonnell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545391409066595282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie McDonnell&lt;br /&gt;(also known as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;charlieissocoollike&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/charlieissocoollike"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;], &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; sensation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is it with British people and being so friggin' gorgeous. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, most of the above names are associated with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. The rest of the people I'm following, I'm not really sure what nationality some of them are, so I'll just clump them together here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUxMb483WI/AAAAAAAAAzA/hUMzxtLWgFc/s1600/sebastienlefebvre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUxMb483WI/AAAAAAAAAzA/hUMzxtLWgFc/s320/sebastienlefebvre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545392605891452258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebastien Lefebvre &lt;br /&gt;(Simple Plan's rhythm guitarist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUxLh2iwsI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UXUQabSWKLQ/s1600/chuck%2Bcomeau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUxLh2iwsI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UXUQabSWKLQ/s320/chuck%2Bcomeau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545392590312096450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuck Comeau  &lt;br /&gt;(drummer for Simple Plan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU0Yd_VVaI/AAAAAAAAAzo/_apmt0cWS6g/s1600/channing%2Btatum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU0Yd_VVaI/AAAAAAAAAzo/_apmt0cWS6g/s320/channing%2Btatum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545396111148406178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Channing Tatum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU0YKXehsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/-zDq7CHYznY/s1600/jessemccartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU0YKXehsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/-zDq7CHYznY/s320/jessemccartney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545396105880962754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1nTI3qMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PsIjPOZwuxs/s1600/katevoegele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1nTI3qMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PsIjPOZwuxs/s320/katevoegele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545397465445279938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate Voegele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1nmj57pI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wfFu-eY4Ayg/s1600/kellyclarkson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1nmj57pI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wfFu-eY4Ayg/s320/kellyclarkson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545397470658948754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1n9X0DhI/AAAAAAAAA0w/TsfQR1re4fk/s1600/nick%2Bvujicic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1n9X0DhI/AAAAAAAAA0w/TsfQR1re4fk/s320/nick%2Bvujicic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545397476782247442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick Vujicic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1kAXUg3I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/jZGMNqMdd3c/s1600/bethanyjoygaleotti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1kAXUg3I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/jZGMNqMdd3c/s320/bethanyjoygaleotti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545397408866009970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bethany Joy Galeotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYD Madrid 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyce Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1nIFkNiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Zo-2oLxQwVI/s1600/elizadushku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU1nIFkNiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Zo-2oLxQwVI/s320/elizadushku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545397462478632482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eliza Dushku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think it's his real Twitter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 1 Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU0YOaUOEI/AAAAAAAAAzg/j27WzW-fJjY/s1600/ryanhiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU0YOaUOEI/AAAAAAAAAzg/j27WzW-fJjY/s320/ryanhiga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545396106966612034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan Higa&lt;br /&gt;(also known as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;nigahiga&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nigahiga?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;], &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; sensation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU2XuvUYGI/AAAAAAAAA04/CJE5yG_lJB8/s1600/wendycheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPU2XuvUYGI/AAAAAAAAA04/CJE5yG_lJB8/s320/wendycheng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545398297488023650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wendy Cheng&lt;br /&gt;(also known as the blogger &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm also following 3 people who I actually know in real life. So yeah, that's it. A blog post filled with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; exploits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; nerd! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you may have noticed that I only posted single person pictures and not those of the bands. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUrODvUDeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/z9MW1V8jEMY/s1600/twitterfollowme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUrODvUDeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/z9MW1V8jEMY/s320/twitterfollowme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545386036698549730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you don't know, that's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; duck telling you to follow my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. Or not. Because if you follow me then I'd have to change my statistics. Haha. Oh, look, new follower. One that I do not know at all. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5459953245831026941?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5459953245831026941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5459953245831026941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/twittery-fun.html' title='Twittery Fun.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPUrNyCaoYI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lVI6TnUEQU0/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-712118885437657536</id><published>2010-11-27T17:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:27:34.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Similarities.</title><content type='html'>I was just watching&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; just now, while folding the clothes. And I got to thinking about LOTR's storyline, and I realized that there are quite a number of similarities between LOTR and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDWQQbGuxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/w2y8hQPYIW8/s1600/LOTR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544166716067986194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDWQQbGuxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/w2y8hQPYIW8/s320/LOTR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDWQPVV_7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/pBgK1nuks2Y/s1600/HP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544166715775385522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDWQPVV_7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/pBgK1nuks2Y/s320/HP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of which might my be favourite movie series/trilogy of all time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;1) They both have main villains who died before the start of the series/trilogy, ie &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Voldemort&lt;/span&gt; for HP and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Sauron&lt;/span&gt; for LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDXez5ra7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/G9WBn4RBoSs/s1600/voldy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544168065621257138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDXez5ra7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/G9WBn4RBoSs/s320/voldy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voldy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDXetxe2kI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ROwwg-u6BPw/s1600/sauron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544168063976266306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDXetxe2kI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ROwwg-u6BPw/s320/sauron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sauron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Both of their main villains are, throughout the entire series/trilogy, trying to gain back their physical form, which brings me to my third point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Both of their villains have part of them in objects, ie Voldemort has parts of his soul in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;Horcruxes&lt;/span&gt; and Sauron poured all his will and malice and whatnot into the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;One Ring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Both of their main villains have right-hand men with long, flowing hair, ie &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Lucius Malfoy&lt;/span&gt; in HP and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Saruman&lt;/span&gt; in LOTR. In fact, I bet they use the same shampoo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDYax2Kt0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/M2Lx6dS1UxE/s1600/luciusm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544169095861811010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDYax2Kt0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/M2Lx6dS1UxE/s320/luciusm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucius Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDYbPd8pCI/AAAAAAAAAww/e9vRU4BSdWY/s1600/saruman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544169103813288994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDYbPd8pCI/AAAAAAAAAww/e9vRU4BSdWY/s320/saruman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saruman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;5) Both of their main characters have a wise wizard with a flowing beard to guide them, ie &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; guides &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; through HP, and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;Frodo&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Gandalf &lt;/span&gt;in LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDZLVlBs3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/d2a8KGtO9G0/s1600/dumbledore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544169930087314290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDZLVlBs3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/d2a8KGtO9G0/s320/dumbledore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumbledore.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDZLbNAfnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/tcUbAy9RRkw/s1600/gandalf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544169931597184626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDZLbNAfnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/tcUbAy9RRkw/s320/gandalf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gandalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Both of their main characters have at least 1 sidekick to go with them, ie &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ron&lt;/span&gt; for Harry in HP and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt; for Frodo in LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDaVxE3C6I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MZ-TJJcbACM/s1600/ron%2Bweasley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544171208778910626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDaVxE3C6I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MZ-TJJcbACM/s320/ron%2Bweasley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDaViy6xQI/AAAAAAAAAxI/uUVW6jThCZY/s1600/sam%2Bgamgee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544171204945560834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDaViy6xQI/AAAAAAAAAxI/uUVW6jThCZY/s320/sam%2Bgamgee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;7) They both have &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;elves&lt;/span&gt; in them, even though HP's elves are servants and LOTR's elves are really beautiful wise creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDbyYawUDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8vPMRgzebnU/s1600/house%2Belf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544172799887691826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDbyYawUDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8vPMRgzebnU/s320/house%2Belf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kreacher. Not very hot elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDbxxBTCGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/GrMrECfoPb4/s1600/legolas%2Belf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544172789311932514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDbxxBTCGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/GrMrECfoPb4/s320/legolas%2Belf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legolas. Hot wise elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Their villains both have a special band of people to carry out their dirty work, ie &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Death Eaters&lt;/span&gt; for Voldemort in HP and the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Nazgul&lt;/span&gt; for Sauron in LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDcorc0CQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/DciMMy0Vb2o/s1600/imagedeath%2Beater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544173732709533954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDcorc0CQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/DciMMy0Vb2o/s320/imagedeath%2Beater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Death Eaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDco5RYZDI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Ddt3fJSLr0s/s1600/nazgul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544173736419681330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDco5RYZDI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Ddt3fJSLr0s/s320/nazgul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nazgul aka Black Riders aka Ringwraiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) They both are about the battle between good and evil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) They both have mysitcal creatures like dragons and goblins and... other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's kind of where the similarities end. I'll edit this post if I think of anymore. But for now, feast your eyes on 2 very great movie franchises. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-712118885437657536?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/712118885437657536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/712118885437657536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/similarities.html' title='The Similarities.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TPDWQQbGuxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/w2y8hQPYIW8/s72-c/LOTR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1445757513602432837</id><published>2010-11-26T16:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:00:00.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chor dai di'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><title type='text'>Receive The Power.</title><content type='html'>Imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in Genting. You are lying on the floor. The ceiling fan is right above you. You are wearing 3 quarter shorts and a shirt, and socks. No jacket. The floor is, by default, cold and hard. You should be freezing on the cold tile floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, you feel more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; than you have in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling, and I was blessed enough to experience this for the 2nd time in my life on Wednesday night. During &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Inner Healing&lt;/span&gt;. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; church camp&lt;/span&gt; last night. It was a great camp. Made new friends, got closer to present friends, and rediscovered old friends. Not to mention all the stuff I learned in between. Which is quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Chor Dai Di &lt;/span&gt;players. :D Yes, it's a good thing. I love playing cards with new people. It's like bonding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I learned more stuff from this camp than from the previous camps I went to. Maybe it's because I have matured, or maybe because I grew in faith through all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;PAG &lt;/span&gt;training sessions, but I definitely learned more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the theme of this year's Teens Camp is "Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TO-CqI0WyAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/JKPgIm_5bww/s1600/teenscamp10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TO-CqI0WyAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/JKPgIm_5bww/s320/teenscamp10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543793326749566978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm listening to the 2008 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;World Youth Day&lt;/span&gt; theme song, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Receive the Power&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Guy Sebastian&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Paulini&lt;/span&gt;, I named this post thus. Coinicidentally the 2008 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Teens Camp&lt;/span&gt; and 2008 WYD shared the same theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you and you will be witnesses."&lt;br /&gt;- Acts Chapter 1 Verse 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwoEU2uVDfw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwoEU2uVDfw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like going for next year's WYD, which is gonna be held in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Madrid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;. Wouldn't it be awesome. I could get to meet international Catholic youths! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receive the power, to be a light unto the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-1445757513602432837?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1445757513602432837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1445757513602432837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/receive-power.html' title='Receive The Power.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TO-CqI0WyAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/JKPgIm_5bww/s72-c/teenscamp10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-8619516187810304653</id><published>2010-11-18T20:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:52:00.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Deathly Hallows: Part 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOVD4XXT03I/AAAAAAAAAv4/KLTKnd--2q4/s1600/emmawatson.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WARNING: Quite long, and a few spoilers, but there are pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;, Part 1. I saw it in the cinema today, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wan Li&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 8th film comes out, I think it will indeed mark the end of an era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Deathly Hallows Part 1&lt;/span&gt; is pretty long-awaited by HP fans worldwide. The last book, the 2nd last movie, maybe even the best one of all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/span&gt; herself has said that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt; is her favorite movie, or so I read on the web.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUaOgVdF3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/FJMLEr9HQ4c/s1600/posterharryhermione.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUXqkRiV9I/AAAAAAAAAug/25ybfW5UZ6g/s1600/noob%2B7%2Bposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUXqkRiV9I/AAAAAAAAAug/25ybfW5UZ6g/s320/noob%2B7%2Bposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540860936608438226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This poster looks a little weird though. It might be fan-made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUXrPZFCoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XhFBR7CH8Us/s1600/official%2B7%2Bposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUXrPZFCoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XhFBR7CH8Us/s320/official%2B7%2Bposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540860948182796930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The official movie poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all the promotion of Harry Potter going around, the multiple trailers, the endless photo stills, I wouldn't be surprised if many HP fans spontaneously combust due to impatience and overeager anticipation. Like me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUaOgVdF3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/FJMLEr9HQ4c/s1600/posterharryhermione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUaOgVdF3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/FJMLEr9HQ4c/s320/posterharryhermione.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540863753049675634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUaOyhx_vI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XAAXsxynM_o/s1600/posterronhermione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUaOyhx_vI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XAAXsxynM_o/s320/posterronhermione.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540863757933215474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUaPD9k-2I/AAAAAAAAAvA/owNMr6WErdc/s1600/multiposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUaPD9k-2I/AAAAAAAAAvA/owNMr6WErdc/s320/multiposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540863762613205858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie, I felt was a little flat. There wasn't an actual climax, unless you count the scene at Malfoy Manor, and even then, that climax was a little flat. It'd probably be best if you watch the 2 DH movies back-to-back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the anti-climax of it, Part 1 was a pretty good film. Basically, DH Part 1 is kind of a really long camping/road trip thing. You catch my drift? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ron&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Hermione&lt;/span&gt; are on the run and looking for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Horcruxes&lt;/span&gt;. And so, camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to bother you with the storyline, because you can Google it. By the way, there's actually this thing called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Harry Potter Wiki&lt;/span&gt;, which is filled with all things Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some interesting scenes, and some amusing ones and some that make you go "Aww". But, there are also some very disturbing scenes. To me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them include when Ron is Splinched, and he's all bloody and gross, and to give credit to the make-up artist, the blood looks pretty darn real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUiJ4JbmsI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LverKOwcRgU/s1600/ronsplinched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUiJ4JbmsI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LverKOwcRgU/s320/ronsplinched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540872469635373762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is in Malfoy Manor, when Bellatrix tortures Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUiKOxBH3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vJVbaosfbUY/s1600/bellatrixhermione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUiKOxBH3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vJVbaosfbUY/s320/bellatrixhermione.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540872475706990450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pictures don't look disturbing, but the scenes are, in the movie. I could even see the sinews in Ron's arms. Like whoa. Real-looking. And as for the Bellatrix/Hermione scene, it looked really wrong. LOL. You'll see why. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really feel any emotion in this film though. For some reason, I felt more affected by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hedwig&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dobby&lt;/span&gt;'s death in the book than I did in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, despite the anti-climax of it(which couldn't be helped as the movie had to stay true to the book), it was a great film. Not just great, but GREAT. There were moments though, when the camerawork was a little shaky, but other than that, GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone expected the cast to deliver a flawless performance, and they did. I don't know, maybe I'm biased, but they all sound really good. Because of their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; accents. Hehe. There were a few, though, who caught my eye more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Helena Bonham Carter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOVD4Al8SaI/AAAAAAAAAvw/SjYx9B5gSUs/s1600/helenabonhamcarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOVD4Al8SaI/AAAAAAAAAvw/SjYx9B5gSUs/s320/helenabonhamcarter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540909546060138914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's an amazing actress. Although for some reason, she keeps playing the mad woman part. Like Bellatrix and the Red Queen in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;. But still, amazing. I would not want to cross her path as Trixie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Part 2. Zzzz. Why can't Warner Bros just release them simultaneously. After all, they've already wrapped up the filming. Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-8619516187810304653?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8619516187810304653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8619516187810304653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/deathly-hallows-part-1.html' title='Deathly Hallows: Part 1.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TOUXqkRiV9I/AAAAAAAAAug/25ybfW5UZ6g/s72-c/noob%2B7%2Bposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7354067816846073009</id><published>2010-11-17T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:13:51.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Consuming Fire.</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a whole-day of PAG training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm in PAG, I become deeper, I care less about materialistic things, and I learn to love. I become very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semangat&lt;/span&gt; about the Catholic faith and bout God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I become my shallow self again. the Charlene who tries to avoid getting out of housework, the Charlene who groans when certain people approach me with their problems. The Charlene who cares more about Harry Potter than God. The Charlene I am not very proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today I still feel deep. Well, not deep, not really. But I feel ready to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making sense? Not really, right. I've never been really good at getting my point across. In blog posts anyway. It's like there's this bunch of ideas in my head waiting to come out but I can't express it through words. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consuming fire, fan into flame, a passion for Your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7354067816846073009?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7354067816846073009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7354067816846073009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/consuming-fire.html' title='Consuming Fire.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6670416068818489532</id><published>2010-11-14T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:13:33.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>The New LMAO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt; is the new LMAO. Why? Because it can be. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seafield's Interact Installation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite good, as a whole. It wasn't that formal but it was fun, and the guests enjoyed themselves, and I think that counts more than following everything to the book. Good job, Seafield Interactors. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sunday School Class Party&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It started off really slowly but gradually it became kind of fun. Food was good. :) Games were weird. First they played this Indian Poker, whoever wins get to choose anyone to drink this really disgusting drink that the organizers made up. I was curious and took a sip and ended up having &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;diarrhea &lt;/span&gt;Sunday morning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the drink was:&lt;br /&gt;Fish curry&lt;br /&gt;Satay sauce&lt;br /&gt;Fresh fruits&lt;br /&gt;Custard sauce&lt;br /&gt;And goodness knows what else. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday morning I went for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mass&lt;/span&gt; and got diarrhea and as a result I had to stand at the back because Mass already started. Zzz. Curse my curiousity. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curiousity gave Charlene See diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Debate Tournament&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think that for first-timers we did okay. Me, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Khoo&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seow&lt;/span&gt;. Our topic was 'the government should distribute condoms in schools'. We were the Opposition. Of course we were an epic fail but we came out of it knowing more about debate, and I want to try again next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are photos of the Installation and Party on Facebook. Go and be resourceful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-6670416068818489532?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6670416068818489532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6670416068818489532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-lmao.html' title='The New LMAO.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1061624470984585024</id><published>2010-11-10T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:57:40.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>HP Epic Fail.</title><content type='html'>Today is a legendary. For today is the day that my darling sister &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt; and I created a spell. But before you read about how it is cast, remember this: DO NOT TRY IT AT HOME. I am a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So. The incantation for this spell is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epico Failus&lt;/span&gt;. To cast it, you aim your wand just so, and shout the incantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqrrUttJuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GS_xUdHMj9E/s1600/harry-potter-spell-quiz_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqrrUttJuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GS_xUdHMj9E/s320/harry-potter-spell-quiz_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537927452588582626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Epico Failus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result will be startling, depending on your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the effect of this spell is to make whoever the spell is cast at become an epic fail at whatever they do or are doing. Say, for example, I'm tying my shoelaces. If this spell is cast on me, my shoelaces will come to resemble a pair of reindeer digging their noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Really effective, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason for the lameness of this post is my inability to wait for the last &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; installment, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt; to come out. I mean, come out already! Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqvgelrdWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/d2zYNq-Z2Ws/s1600/biggerstaff3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqvgelrdWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/d2zYNq-Z2Ws/s320/biggerstaff3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537931664307221858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sean Biggerstaff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He plays &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quidditch&lt;/span&gt; captain &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oliver Wood&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqvgiHaDBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/zBT1-Kioqlo/s1600/oliver_wood_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqvgiHaDBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/zBT1-Kioqlo/s320/oliver_wood_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537931665253993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My current desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh quit looking at me like that. -.- I am entitled to my fangirl moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqxUK04hAI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/XBm-5cV7Oos/s1600/tom-felton.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqxUK04hAI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/XBm-5cV7Oos/s320/tom-felton.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537933651867108354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Thomas Andrew Felton&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He plays guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And. He can rap. With that sexy British accent of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I'm done fangirling. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-1061624470984585024?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1061624470984585024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1061624470984585024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/hp-epic-fail.html' title='HP Epic Fail.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TNqrrUttJuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GS_xUdHMj9E/s72-c/harry-potter-spell-quiz_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3613753824020319568</id><published>2010-11-08T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:55:20.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><title type='text'>Dreamy Lick Hung.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not prophetic or downright horrible or incredibly lovely or anything. It was kind of... Sad, and a bit scary. Like a trip down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, I was back in Lick Hung, as my 15 year old self. I saw my 6K class teacher, Teacher Khoo. She told us to do a few pages of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I think it was the next day, in my dream. She started checking the homework. I flipped my book open and it was incomplete. I had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, shit&lt;/span&gt; feeling. That emotion, which I have not felt when since I left Lick Hung 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, in secondary school, when I haven't done my homework, the feeling isn't that bad. But back in Lick Hung, it meant humiliation in front of your peers, a sore hand that could possibly bleed, and the killer glare from your class teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that I did not really enjoy my time in Lick Hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then, what does this dream mean? I'm not really the type to decipher dreams. Most of the time I don't even remember my dreams. But this. This is... different. I have never dreamt about getting beaten in Lick Hung before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not particularly liking the phrase 'dreams come true' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about this dream, I get the message that 'no matter how far into the future you are, your past can still hurt you'. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there could just be a very plausible reason for my dream, that being that I am emotionally scarred from my time in Lick Hung and so my subconscious mind has decided to let me relive the psychological trauma in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is the case, I am not terribly liking my subconscious too much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I described my dream there was nothing that could have traumatized me, but I woke up before the beating that would have inevitably followed took place. I've lived too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it kind of amazes me how Lick Hung alumni can grow up into well adjusted adults. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-3613753824020319568?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3613753824020319568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3613753824020319568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreamy-lick-hung.html' title='Dreamy Lick Hung.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3206321867804513687</id><published>2010-11-08T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:55:40.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><title type='text'>Nothingness.</title><content type='html'>I was just imagining the other day, how this nothingness would be. Would it be just blackness, or just white? Or maybe just a void, filled with emptiness, invisible, untouchable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be concious of the nothingness surrounding you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us say, for a while, that this world that is, isn't, that this world that isn't, is. That the fabric of reality is broken and that we are all floating around in nothingness. That the computer screen you are reading this on does not exist, neither does anything around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us say, for that matter, that you don't exist. That the world doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why you were born into your particular family, why you have your particular features, why you are named your name. It is too much for the concious mind to realize. Our imagination just isn't big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I think too much about the Matrix. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-3206321867804513687?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3206321867804513687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3206321867804513687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6484425605588337253</id><published>2010-11-01T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:45:44.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events!</title><content type='html'>I feel like writing something to update this very dead blog and yet, whenever I come here, I am unable to write anything. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are events coming up. Whee. Halloween project is over, finally. Now just the Teens Camp, Conference, Installation, and Gathering. It's a pretty darn lot. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was watching Prom Night the other day, and I was just thinking to myself, how sucky it would be if you murdered on what was supposed to be your most special night in high school. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-6484425605588337253?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6484425605588337253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6484425605588337253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/11/events.html' title='Events!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7913607386892334384</id><published>2010-10-17T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:51:21.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Post PMR Halloween.</title><content type='html'>So. I finally got off my lazy butt and managed to write one post. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;'s over. The feeling is awesome. As far as I know, a lot of my peers are already fast becoming bored. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, you've been waiting 3 years for this, go and do something already! Like get a job or just laze around or run screaming through the center of town stark naked. Use your imagination. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is coming up. Whoot. Apparently, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; roots. Yeah, I know, unexpected. But I Googled it. And nowadays anyone might challenge authority with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;. "But Google says..." Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we don't celebrate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; here in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, like the widespread type of celebration. It would be so cool to go trick-or-treating and whatnot. Just another reason to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7913607386892334384?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7913607386892334384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7913607386892334384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-pmr-halloween.html' title='Post PMR Halloween.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-2739553659811987067</id><published>2010-09-04T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:44:51.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>HP Mood Swings?</title><content type='html'>I feel bad. Becuase I haven't been updating. It's not that there aren't things to update about, there are, but, I don't know, I feel so lifeless. And no, I have not been studying. I did practise Maths though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was supposed to go for a blood test. Mom woke me up. I got up, discovered that my sister had taken my rubber band by accident. I got pissed, told Mom I wasn't in the mood anymore, then went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? Stupid hormones. Hormones are making me have mood swings. Now I can get upset just because of a frickin' rubber band.  I HATE YOU HORMONES. Well, I suppose without hormones, mankind wouldn't multiply so easily, and so I owe a bit of my existence to hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL. Mood swings are annoying. It's not like I can control them. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Guess what I have been doing lately as a reward to myself for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Harry Potter movies. All 6 of them. I was bored. And they're all pretty good, actually. Except for the 6th one. It's kinda boring, and I stopped watching it after the I reached the middle. Hmm. I wonder when the 2 7th movies will come out. I want to watch them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-2739553659811987067?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2739553659811987067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2739553659811987067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/09/hp-mood-swings.html' title='HP Mood Swings?'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7766765932493035256</id><published>2010-08-26T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:02:48.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I Should Be Studying.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I really should. But. Somehow, I just can't. And there's this massive pain in my left side. It's like all over, not concentrated on one spot. It's pretty annoying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. Studying. I should be doing that. 40 days left till PMR, my tuition centre reminds me of that every frickin' week. Oh, speaking of tuition, I only went for the first half today cause I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick is annoying. The pain is really bad. I feel pissed. LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7766765932493035256?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7766765932493035256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7766765932493035256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-should-be-studying.html' title='I Should Be Studying.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-154227119234142303</id><published>2010-08-23T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:34:42.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Mr. Wang LeeHom.</title><content type='html'>Right. I just want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt; out this new blogskin by putting a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Mr. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Wang LeeHom&lt;/span&gt; was here yesterday, in Malaysia, although it was really badly publicized(I didn't even know he came until I saw photos on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;), I shall put his pictures up cause he's not that bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really listen to his music though. I just think he's cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/THJpBIJ8igI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Vz65H0fC-Bo/s1600/leehom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/THJpBIJ8igI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Vz65H0fC-Bo/s320/leehom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508580762317523458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than his looks, he was also chosen to be on my blog cause he's so bloody talented. Apparently he can play drums, violin, guitar, piano and goodness knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/THJpBkS-pXI/AAAAAAAAAtY/oOJU_wYGCAQ/s1600/nerdy+leehom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/THJpBkS-pXI/AAAAAAAAAtY/oOJU_wYGCAQ/s320/nerdy+leehom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508580769871603058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nerdy LeeHom. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/THJp4K2HI6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/u0SJ6JJzVx8/s1600/leehom+guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/THJp4K2HI6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/u0SJ6JJzVx8/s320/leehom+guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508581707932443554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His guitar. His dragon themed, really wicked looking guitar. Look at its' head! I wonder how he tunes it LMAO. I WANT TO PLAY THAT GUITAR GRRRR. Noticed that it's not hooked up to any amps? I wonder whether it does acoustical thingies or anything.&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/6687877780245386092-154227119234142303?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/154227119234142303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/154227119234142303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/08/mr-wang-leehom.html' title='Mr. Wang LeeHom.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/THJpBIJ8igI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Vz65H0fC-Bo/s72-c/leehom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5337163233902852604</id><published>2010-08-23T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:21:14.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>A New Era.</title><content type='html'>The beginning of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogskin. Didn't wanna be dark and gloomy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, partly that, and, I'm really bored, so yeah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5337163233902852604?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5337163233902852604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5337163233902852604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-era.html' title='A New Era.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-4775090695545702756</id><published>2010-08-23T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:58:35.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Post-Trials Lazings Around.</title><content type='html'>Sup. I love the first few days after exams. We have no homework because the teachers are all busy giving back our exam papers and all we need to do is get back our exam papers and not be too sad about our results. And in return, we get to laze around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this like thing on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You may not like me, but Jesus thinks I'm to die for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LMAO. Cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my blazer and shirt yesterday. Whee. Excited about&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; ILTS&lt;/span&gt;. Hoping that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;name cards&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;name cards&lt;/span&gt; get finished in time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from bazaar, I waited half an hour in line for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; murtabak&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-4775090695545702756?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4775090695545702756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4775090695545702756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/08/post-trials-lazings-around.html' title='Post-Trials Lazings Around.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-8239105964653351029</id><published>2010-08-20T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T23:00:07.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Winking Failure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hmm. I feel like I should update and revive my dead blog. But I have no idea what to update about. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I used to say LOL a lot last time. Like if somebody asks me, "Sup?" I'll go, "LOL." But now, LMAO is the new LOL. Kay? Awesome right. Lmao. I have no idea what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, after dinner, Daddy suddenly went and asked me, "Do you think girls should make the first move, or guys?" And I was like "Lmao." Cause he has never asked this sort of thing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Interact helped me discover something. I am a great winking failure. We were playing Mafia, and apparently I wink with both eyes. Chunted eh. Don't be jealous. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-8239105964653351029?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8239105964653351029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8239105964653351029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/08/winking-failure.html' title='Winking Failure.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3636002718462523840</id><published>2010-08-11T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:24:46.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='installation'/><title type='text'>Planning Blogs.</title><content type='html'>Quick update before I try to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Installation&lt;/span&gt;. In the midst of being planned. I'm OC. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Interact BOD blog&lt;/span&gt; and have access to both that page and also &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Interact's main blog&lt;/span&gt;. BODs, I really recommend you to go see the BOD page, it's friggin' cute, seriously. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing computer chess now. Lol, lifeless. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-3636002718462523840?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3636002718462523840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3636002718462523840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/08/planning-blogs.html' title='Planning Blogs.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-8651644538078182474</id><published>2010-08-08T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:23:58.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Installed Prefects.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, a birthday wish to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ASHLEY SEOW MAY QUINN&lt;/span&gt;. Whee, you're so awesome, that's why you got a spot on my blog post. :) I love you, sexy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Prefects' Installation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tze Yun&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Yi Hua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madd &lt;/span&gt;and I went to represent &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt;. Whoo, embracing our BODness, oh yeahh. ;) Overall, the event was okay. Didn't really flow that good but the food was alright, games were not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Prefect Honor Guard &lt;/span&gt;was super chunted. :) Seriously, it was friggin' yeng. So emotional wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics, lol. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went for guitar class, and now there's pus coming out of my fingertips. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-8651644538078182474?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8651644538078182474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8651644538078182474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/08/intstalled-prefects.html' title='Installed Prefects.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-446546252436199854</id><published>2010-08-06T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:10:09.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><title type='text'>I'll do Funds.</title><content type='html'>Well, hello, people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say hello now. To the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Assistant Funding Director&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SMKSU Interact Club 2010/2011&lt;/span&gt;. Which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt;'s new &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Assistant Funding Director&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess just who happens to be my "senior". :P None other than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Madeline Ashlee Lok&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOC&lt;/span&gt; and occasional Maths tutor. Whee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Khoo&lt;/span&gt; got senior posts while the rest of us puny Form 3s got junior posts. Oh well. At least I don't have to worry about not having any chemistry with my senior since I know I already have it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, presenting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Board of Directors of Interact Club SMK Subang Utama 2010/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;President: Sara binti Ariffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Vice President: Melanie Abraham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Secretary: Jo Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asst Secretary: Tan Yi Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Treasurer: Lisa Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asst Treasurer: Kwok Pei En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Funding Director: Madeline Ashlee Lok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asst Funding Director: Charlene See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Club Service Director: Khoo Tze Yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asst Club Service Director: Ganendra Vivekananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Community Service Director: Jasmine Foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asst Community Service Director: Stephen Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I.U. Director: Charissa Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asst I.U. Director: Aravin Gopinath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there you have it. The new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BOD&lt;/span&gt;s. :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sergeant-At-Arms&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Editor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sub-Editor&lt;/span&gt; were abolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super happy now. Thank you, God, for giving this to me :) And thank you senior retired BODs for your mentorship and guidance. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-446546252436199854?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/446546252436199854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/446546252436199854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-do-funds.html' title='I&apos;ll do Funds.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-8202162088080953008</id><published>2010-07-30T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:49:05.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><title type='text'>BOD Prospects.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the interview today. The interview, which, along with these 4 months of hard work starting from March, will determine whether or not I get into the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Board of Directors&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SMKSU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Interact Club&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was basically THE INTERVIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of questions posed by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Geraldine&lt;/span&gt; had me stumped. I remembered the pledge and song lyrics though. :) But I felt like a lot of them were giving me the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dulan &lt;/span&gt;face la wtheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We shall just have to wait and see. Good luck to all those taking the interview tomorrow, and God bless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madd &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Ash &lt;/span&gt;and the Form 4s for the encouragement and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-8202162088080953008?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8202162088080953008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8202162088080953008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/07/bod-prospects.html' title='BOD Prospects.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-2259254945891170997</id><published>2010-07-21T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:41:25.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Day I Turned 15.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 21st of July. Whee. Yesterday was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;th anniversary of my birth. I'll let you figure out what it means. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Anyway, on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, like any other normal day. I was kinda stressing about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt;, and I kinda forgot that the day after Monday was my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Madd &lt;/span&gt;reminded me when she asked "Char, what do you want for your birthday?" And I stoned. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been good at wanting stuff. Lol. Or rather, I've never been good at wanting appropriate stuff that my friends can easily afford to get me for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 Monday night, the first birthday wish came, followed by others. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Tuesday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;20th of July&lt;/span&gt;, the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, like any other normal day. Stoned throughout the first Chinese period. Second period, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Denyse&lt;/span&gt; came to sit with me. She,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Ann Joo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mushroom&lt;/span&gt; and I suddenly started talking about&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt; being satanic/devil worshipping. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and fourth period, Science. Stoned throughout the first when we were supposed to do an experiment. Second Science period, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pn Rasuan&lt;/span&gt; brought us out to the pondok for sandwiches and Coke. They mentioned that it was my birthday, and the whole class sang birthday song LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;EY&lt;/span&gt; brought me to the toilet. LOL. I don't why everytime it's someone's birthday we always bring them to the toilet. I mean, the toilet stinks, and you wanna subject the birthday guy/girl to nasal torture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought out the cake. :D Sang song. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paiseh&lt;/span&gt;-ed a bit. :) Then I took out the candles with my mouth, lol. Ate. And then the cream-splatting began. Awesome tradition&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la wei&lt;/span&gt;. Cream facial. Lol. They gave me a card too. Big one, massive, by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yihua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Seow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;EY&lt;/span&gt; and a few others. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt; made me another card, sweet. :) She got the classmates to sign it and I acted surprised when I got it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE. And yeah, I know this post is kinda overdue but I was too lazy. Haha. You guys are awesome la wei. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, got a cake from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;RT Pastry House,&lt;/span&gt; celebrated with family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know, it's not the 21st today. I wrote the first half of this post on the 21st, the 2nd half today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for giving me such awesome friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-2259254945891170997?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2259254945891170997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2259254945891170997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-i-turned-15.html' title='The Day I Turned 15.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1120977766885764095</id><published>2010-07-16T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:56:24.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicknames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Nickname Origins: Char Siew Pao.</title><content type='html'>What's up, people. Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494530196332797234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TEB-GjAS3TI/AAAAAAAAAtA/FLikIOqWdHA/s320/charsiewpao.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt; nickname so far. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still remember how I got it. And since I'm in a storytelling mode, I shall post the story of how I got my beloved nickname on my beloved blog. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; was the one who created the nickname, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tze Yun&lt;/span&gt; made it famous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Form 1(or was it Form 2?). I wanted to clarify something(can't remember what) about Geo homework, so I texted &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; with my mom's phone I think, because my credit had expired.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;, seeing the unfamiliar number, asked who I was. I replied: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Char&lt;/span&gt;." Cause that was already what she called me. She was blur, and went "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Char Siew Pao&lt;/span&gt;?" And I went "Wth". LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward a few weeks. I logged into &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; one day(hey, don't laugh, at that time &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; was still hip and happening okay), and put as my shoutout: "I am being a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Char Siew Pao&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TY&lt;/span&gt; saw it and commented. And slowly it grew. Slowly most of my friends started calling me &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Char Siew Pao&lt;/span&gt;, and I've loved it ever since. Haha. :) Long time since anybody's called me though. Nowadays it's just "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Char&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the same, :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlene out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-1120977766885764095?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1120977766885764095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1120977766885764095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/07/nickname-origins-char-siew-pao.html' title='Nickname Origins: Char Siew Pao.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TEB-GjAS3TI/AAAAAAAAAtA/FLikIOqWdHA/s72-c/charsiewpao.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7268636074033769822</id><published>2010-07-12T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:28:47.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iu'/><title type='text'>IU Camp.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PAG Training Camp&lt;/span&gt;. Whoo! It was fun. And educational. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; couldn't go because she had to study for trials, so I was the only junior girl there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waliew&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was awesome. Learnt new stuff, and got 2 boyfriends there. HAHA. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;. They were my boyfriends in 2 of the skits, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire camp was basically made up of praise and worship sessions, skits training, group dynamics, meals and bedtime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Fun. :) Especially with the awesome people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TDwUMVVeVGI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6Uhs_QakCDQ/s1600/IU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TDwUMVVeVGI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6Uhs_QakCDQ/s320/IU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493287847603360866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeap. You saw that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Interact SMKSU&lt;/span&gt; is having their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IU Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;24th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dewan PIBG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;SMK Subang Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 11.30 - 4.30&lt;/span&gt;, with dancefloor after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How cool is that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ticket price is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM15&lt;/span&gt;, affordable.&lt;br /&gt;The dress code is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;smart casual &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;club uniform&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So go, people! Be there or be square! You can get tickets from me or Tze Yun, or any of the BOD members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. See you at IU. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7268636074033769822?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7268636074033769822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7268636074033769822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/07/iu-camp.html' title='IU Camp.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TDwUMVVeVGI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6Uhs_QakCDQ/s72-c/IU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-8756444739908738631</id><published>2010-07-08T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:04:00.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chor dai di'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 sigma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><title type='text'>Eventful Boredom.</title><content type='html'>Well. Today was boring but eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena rampas&lt;/span&gt;-ed. So tomorrow, there'll be nothing to play. Haih. Sorry, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu Roy&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed a new book from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thivya&lt;/span&gt;, it's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;House Rules&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Jodi Piccoult&lt;/span&gt;. And like all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jodi Piccoult &lt;/span&gt;books, I can tell it's gonna be really depressing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stoned a lot in tuition today. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for camp tomorrow. :) I guess my miracle's not gonna happen. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random pic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TDWwggSL9MI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OPGq6Rk8TAU/s1600/random+pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TDWwggSL9MI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OPGq6Rk8TAU/s320/random+pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491489393116705986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-8756444739908738631?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8756444739908738631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8756444739908738631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/07/eventful-boredom.html' title='Eventful Boredom.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TDWwggSL9MI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OPGq6Rk8TAU/s72-c/random+pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-252249244132241762</id><published>2010-07-06T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:12:57.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>Guess what day is today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Is. The day. I. Officially became a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;culinary failure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cook my own lunch today. I was tired of going out to eat and of ordering delivery. So I decided to cook. This is not the first time I've cooked something for myself, by the way. It's just the first time I decided to cook what I cooked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dish of the day was........ *cue&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jeng jeng jeng&lt;/span&gt; music* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Tom Yam fried Maggi Mee with Soup&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. You're thinking it's weird. Why don't I just cook Tom Yam Maggi Mee and be done with it? Why did I have to fry it some more? Cause I've eaten Tom Yam Maggi Mee way too often, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It turned out rather... erm... there really isn't a word to describe it. I would have taken a picture of it and put it here, but I don't want the world to know how much of a  great culinary failure I am. So. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to make  cheer myself up over my failness and to distract you from thinking about how my cooking must taste like, guess what date is today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6th of July&lt;/span&gt;. Which means. That there is exactly&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt; left from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;my day&lt;/span&gt;. Muahahaha. And so, to help all of you clueless people as to what I want for my birthday, here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To attend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Talent Quest Finals&lt;/span&gt; while not skipping &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;PAG training camp&lt;/span&gt;. In other words, I need a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The determination and perseverance and time management and whatever else required for me to study so that I can get 8As for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, 8As. Including Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The dedication and efficiency I need to get onto the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Interact BOD&lt;/span&gt; 10/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To be a better person, better Catholic, better daughter, better sister, better friend, better stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an easy list, ain't it? :) The only one who can give me all of the above is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;. God, please, I want these. Please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. On the other hand, for all of you mortals who feel it is a social obligation or just want to get me gift for my day out of the goodness of your hearts, I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kinder Bueno &lt;/span&gt;(Chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ferrero Rocher&lt;/span&gt; (Chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Malta&lt;/span&gt; (It's a drink by the way. Kinda like beer but without the alcohol. And no, it's not &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Shandy&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I can get all of these. The ones from God, I mean. :) I'd &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;appreciate &lt;/span&gt;anything from you mortals though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-252249244132241762?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/252249244132241762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/252249244132241762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/07/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6263833041481657697</id><published>2010-07-05T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:01:17.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 sigma'/><title type='text'>SU'S Got Talent.</title><content type='html'>They had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Talent Quest Semi Finals&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Being a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Talent Quest Crew member &lt;/span&gt;(chey, I love saying that, "crew member" XD), I was there. I didn't just go for crew duty though. Went to support that weird girl who occasionally tutors me Math. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for all of you people who were too busy to go for Semi's or couldn't care less or were just plain lazy, these are the people who got into the Finals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;1. Joey Tong&lt;br /&gt;2. See Jay Yen&lt;br /&gt;3. Phuah Sheng&lt;br /&gt;4. Revathi&lt;br /&gt;5. Hannah(Hana?) and Somebody (lol sorry, I couldn't catch his name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;1. Vision Soul Crew&lt;br /&gt;2. The Variettes (which the weird girl who occasionally tutors me is a part of :D)&lt;br /&gt;3. Irama&lt;br /&gt;4. Dancing Gurls&lt;br /&gt;5. Suah Suay Crew (not sure if it's the correct spelling, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, those are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Talent Quest Finalists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm super sad cause I can't go for Finals because it clashes with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt; training camp. D: *ultimate sad, depressed face* Sad. I mean, come on, the first year I really want to go for TQ Finals and I can't? I'd trade the TQ Finals I went to the last 2 years just to go to this one. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to the depressingness, today in class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ann Joo&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Ivy &lt;/span&gt;were counting down the days to PMR, and apparently there's only 92 days left. Wtheck. Time to panic. Actually, not yet. Plenty of time left. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday next next Tuesday. And I can't countdown to my birthday cause it'll just remind me of how close PMR is wthell so unfair. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Day tomorrow. Which translates into Report Card Day. Depressing wei, lol. And we just had our Sunday School Report Card Day yesterday. Depressing wthell. Oh well. The school lost my report card so I'm not going tomorrow. It'll just be a waste of time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-6263833041481657697?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6263833041481657697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6263833041481657697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/07/sus-got-talent.html' title='SU&apos;S Got Talent.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-2358744705390348438</id><published>2010-07-03T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:12:17.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbit'/><title type='text'>Stitchin' Fur.</title><content type='html'>Hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel smiley today. :D Lol, weird. Never mind. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; dog to the vet to remove her stitches today. We sent her for spaying last week. So after the operation she had to wear this cone thingie to prevent her from biting the stitches. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62GBFgcWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/MpFQo3bvMnk/s1600/miserabledog.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62GBFgcWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/MpFQo3bvMnk/s320/miserabledog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489525210298216802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sshe looked so miserable, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62FCWKKmI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1Cq4O5Ul7UI/s1600/canseestitches.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62FCWKKmI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1Cq4O5Ul7UI/s320/canseestitches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489525193456626274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely you can see the stitches. I don't suggest you do that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So today we removed the stitches, and now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62FzyMz8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/h9apS3H0RJk/s1600/fattookswithholly.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62FzyMz8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/h9apS3H0RJk/s320/fattookswithholly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489525206727577538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy dog, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog, not my sis. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol, granted that this pic above was taken way before her operation, but still, she looks happy, and she's happy now, so yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62Fu2FwqI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/HbHkCx1xLcc/s1600/fatcutething.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62Fu2FwqI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/HbHkCx1xLcc/s320/fatcutething.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489525205401715362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holly, when we first got her 2 years ago, Dec 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC64Jpf0utI/AAAAAAAAAso/851fTeoEm3Y/s1600/leball.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC64Jpf0utI/AAAAAAAAAso/851fTeoEm3Y/s320/leball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489527471708879570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; furball. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-2358744705390348438?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2358744705390348438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2358744705390348438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/07/stitchin-fur.html' title='Stitchin&apos; Fur.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TC62GBFgcWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/MpFQo3bvMnk/s72-c/miserabledog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-4624598236376954408</id><published>2010-06-27T23:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:37:29.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyramid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><title type='text'>Shogun with Cruel Estacy.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people! Busy weekend. :) Saturday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teens Ministry&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shogun&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;'s 21st birthday. :D Today, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Sunday School Exam&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Talent Quest Auditions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just put up the pics from Shogun since I'm tired. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday. The whole family, all 6 of us, went to Shogun to celebrate my godbro Aaron's 21st birthday. The Teohs, Sees, Changs, and Sam and Val and their 2 kids. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd48zeFVvI/AAAAAAAAApg/hetQX0sXbl0/s1600/shogun.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd48zeFVvI/AAAAAAAAApg/hetQX0sXbl0/s320/shogun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487487656978110194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd49SLQ5zI/AAAAAAAAApo/EfH8E9Hzlrg/s1600/aaron+pressie.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd49SLQ5zI/AAAAAAAAApo/EfH8E9Hzlrg/s320/aaron+pressie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487487665220675378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birhtday boy opening his pressie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd49mBPUuI/AAAAAAAAApw/zP1J6rkahZM/s1600/food.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd49mBPUuI/AAAAAAAAApw/zP1J6rkahZM/s320/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487487670547337954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd49-ozkAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gRfdyAYfAgk/s1600/poser+seal.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd49-ozkAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gRfdyAYfAgk/s320/poser+seal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487487677155741698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poser seal getting fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd4-RaasqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DFjzi-EnzfM/s1600/yummy+escargot.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd4-RaasqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DFjzi-EnzfM/s320/yummy+escargot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487487682195665570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy escargot! Their faces say otherwise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6AXf4UVI/AAAAAAAAAqI/uYm5zrqFQhs/s1600/boys.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6AXf4UVI/AAAAAAAAAqI/uYm5zrqFQhs/s320/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487488817700557138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6A7hsqYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WBFu6kWfaJA/s1600/cuties.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6A7hsqYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WBFu6kWfaJA/s320/cuties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487488827371858306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, so adorable, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6BRTT2_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/jkVUY43KlEU/s1600/lol+epic.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6BRTT2_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/jkVUY43KlEU/s320/lol+epic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487488833217092594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tooks's face is epic, hahahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6Bq-WHbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/gzWNRXMt6ts/s1600/matthew+lecture.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6Bq-WHbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/gzWNRXMt6ts/s320/matthew+lecture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487488840108481970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Professor Matthew in the middle of his lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6B-FYt9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/bG_UtdXe1ZA/s1600/reflections.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6B-FYt9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/bG_UtdXe1ZA/s320/reflections.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487488845238286290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflections. Chunted. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6yhP--vI/AAAAAAAAAqw/63j0RYh8_e0/s1600/aaron+macho+pose.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6yhP--vI/AAAAAAAAAqw/63j0RYh8_e0/s320/aaron+macho+pose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487489679311698674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron doing macho pose! Lazy to rotate, sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6zAK08qI/AAAAAAAAAq4/vQ_uk0cX_gs/s1600/opening+pressie.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6zAK08qI/AAAAAAAAAq4/vQ_uk0cX_gs/s320/opening+pressie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487489687611568802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, so many photos and he only got this far. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6z7QTxtI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Q0bbY1VDwjU/s1600/yummy.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6z7QTxtI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Q0bbY1VDwjU/s320/yummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487489703472252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nom nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6zUlv1tI/AAAAAAAAArA/xmEtfUQHBz8/s1600/teohs.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6zUlv1tI/AAAAAAAAArA/xmEtfUQHBz8/s320/teohs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487489693093189330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The godbrother Teohs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8hfMxUII/AAAAAAAAAr4/e1sGmyfXJ4k/s1600/not+sepet.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8hfMxUII/AAAAAAAAAr4/e1sGmyfXJ4k/s320/not+sepet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487491585726828674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For once my eyes not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepet&lt;/span&gt;. Ehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6zoJXpNI/AAAAAAAAArI/a-UoN4PEvRA/s1600/youth+group.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd6zoJXpNI/AAAAAAAAArI/a-UoN4PEvRA/s320/youth+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487489698342872274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KEJAM and Estacy gangs! Whoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;From left: K, C,E,S,J,M,T,A.&lt;br /&gt;See if you can ifgure out who belongs to which gang.&lt;br /&gt;Cruel Estacy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we left Shogun, we went around camwhoring while walking throughout Pyramid, jakun-ing at stuff, acting like tourists, and generally having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8g8vOVhI/AAAAAAAAAro/3tY-AhsG_6U/s1600/matthew+model.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8g8vOVhI/AAAAAAAAAro/3tY-AhsG_6U/s320/matthew+model.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487491576476096018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malaysia' next top model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8gW-IfKI/AAAAAAAAArg/9xyc9XsIbg4/s1600/joel+took+this+tim%27s+epic+face.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8gW-IfKI/AAAAAAAAArg/9xyc9XsIbg4/s320/joel+took+this+tim%27s+epic+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487491566338079906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL look at Tim's face. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8f1990HI/AAAAAAAAArY/wEYPsjluVAw/s1600/i+took+this.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8f1990HI/AAAAAAAAArY/wEYPsjluVAw/s320/i+took+this.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487491557479010418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this, wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8hIDxgVI/AAAAAAAAArw/Rr8N5wCXbzY/s1600/tourists%21.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd8hIDxgVI/AAAAAAAAArw/Rr8N5wCXbzY/s320/tourists%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487491579515076946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jakun&lt;/span&gt;-ing tourists. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd9uGo3D0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/qLteAn-_KJ0/s1600/mata+sepet.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd9uGo3D0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/qLteAn-_KJ0/s320/mata+sepet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487492901983686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mata sepet&lt;/span&gt;. We rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The end. :)&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/6687877780245386092-4624598236376954408?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4624598236376954408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4624598236376954408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/shogun-with-cruel-estacy.html' title='Shogun with Cruel Estacy.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TCd48zeFVvI/AAAAAAAAApg/hetQX0sXbl0/s72-c/shogun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-841376221745211157</id><published>2010-06-25T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:07:11.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Cream Splatting!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello, my awesome readers!! I'm hyper cause I had fun today. MUAHAHAHA. Today was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday, or rather, is. It's not 12 yet, so yeah, still her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a lot of planning on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;'s part. She bought the cake, she made the card, and got &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s classmates to sign it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came recess. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt; went and brought &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; to the toilet so that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt; and I could get the cake out. LOL. The toilet of all places. For some reason I find it amusing. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the cake was ready, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt; brought &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; out. Then we had to run up and down to look for a lighter cause no one had one. -.- But somehow, magically, a lighter turned up, and we could finally light the candles and sing so she could blow the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after she did all that, then came the highlight of my day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;EY &lt;/span&gt;made the first move, of course, she always does when doing this type of thing. We took cream from the cake and wiped &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s face with it. :DDD HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY, OH YEAHHH! &gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after that, well, I'm too tired to elaborate. Just wanted to tell you guys bout the cream thing. &gt;:) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s face was filled with it. I told you you should have spread it evenly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;EY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Messi&lt;/span&gt; and I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; a CD for her birthday. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;EY&lt;/span&gt; tied a white ribbon around it. Awww. I never knew she could be so good at all these sentimental type of things. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Gonna sleep now. Oh wait, I got an A for my Maths. I told my mom about this result, and guess what she replied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why suddenly so smart wan, you cheat is it?" Wth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. She said it jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, world. :) And happy birthday, once last time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not gonna say all the sentimental stuff here cause all of it is already in your card and the text. Loves you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-841376221745211157?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/841376221745211157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/841376221745211157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/cream-splatting.html' title='Cream Splatting!!!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-9086663033845549072</id><published>2010-06-21T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:29:57.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Day.</title><content type='html'>I feel awesome. Well, I felt awesome yesterday, now a bit of the awesome-ness has gone but I still feel... kinda awesome? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;. Belated father's day shoutout, lol. Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there and especially mine, my awesome dad. Love you, Daddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also awesome in the sense of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt;. It was cool. First time playing guitar for praise and worship. :) It felt awesome. All the worrying went away. I fumbled a few times, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Pearli &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Feli&lt;/span&gt; were super encouraging, so I made it through. :) Thanks, guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Father's Day, we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rakuzen&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate, same as Mother's Day. Food was awesome, as usual, but service wasn't that good this time. We had to ask for green tea like 5 times. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, so I'm gonna end my post here. I don't wanna blog about my horrible results. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-9086663033845549072?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/9086663033845549072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/9086663033845549072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddys-day.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-297804193078326112</id><published>2010-06-19T12:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:02:25.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Define Musical Taste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBxPrFbxNEI/AAAAAAAAApY/BEwppjR-kPE/s1600/rock+concert+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBxPrFbxNEI/AAAAAAAAApY/BEwppjR-kPE/s320/rock+concert+lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484346047842038850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, people. I'm finally done with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Geo&lt;/span&gt; project. :D Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt;, and special thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;TAN YI HUA&lt;/span&gt;! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I've been broadening my musical horizons lately. Checking out different bands. I like 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBxOdEn_zZI/AAAAAAAAAo4/My-u2N5WcVs/s1600/building+429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBxOdEn_zZI/AAAAAAAAAo4/My-u2N5WcVs/s320/building+429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484344707595095442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Building 429&lt;/span&gt;, and their song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6LTfueFPpM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Always&lt;/a&gt; is like the super saddening type. It's so sad, you know, and the guy like stretches all the notes really pro-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBxPImcyLLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IZRDNuWO3DU/s1600/The-Afters-imo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBxPImcyLLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IZRDNuWO3DU/s320/The-Afters-imo02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484345455409245362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other band, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Afters&lt;/span&gt;(lol, awesome name, I'm gonna name my band The Befores. XD) has this song called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLVNmvEqcUs"&gt;Beautiful Love&lt;/a&gt;, their lyrics are so super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chunted&lt;/span&gt;. And, this song reminds me of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;, I think that's why I like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Both bands were introduced by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;, and now I'm addicted to their songs, lol. Thanks, Mel. :P Both bands are also &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; bands by the way. Lol, they sound so mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow and I can't play the songs yet. Crap. Nervous. Panicking. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm sure I'll do fine. Not as if it's a guitar test. :) God will be with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;What a beautiful smile, can I stay for a while? On this beautiful night, we'll make everything right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah, I know it's not night time now, but who cares. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: If you wanna listen to the songs just click on the yellow words, they're links.&lt;br /&gt;Pp/s: Notice that both bands have blond frontmen? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-297804193078326112?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/297804193078326112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/297804193078326112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/define-musical-taste.html' title='Define Musical Taste.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBxPrFbxNEI/AAAAAAAAApY/BEwppjR-kPE/s72-c/rock+concert+lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-8155506735344476862</id><published>2010-06-17T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:01:04.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Sands of Time.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBn8wFu9ZMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6GHBI6Wt89M/s1600/prince-of-persia-movie-poster-jake-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBn8wFu9ZMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6GHBI6Wt89M/s320/prince-of-persia-movie-poster-jake-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483691924403348674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pyramid&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. There, I had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kim Gary's&lt;/span&gt; for the very first time. Sad, I know. Lol. At least I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt; over their food or something. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Prince of Persia&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;. It was okay, above average. Movies with time travel devices in it will always be good, because if everyone dies, they can just go back in time and have a happy ending. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. We had lunch. I had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ramen&lt;/span&gt; for the very first time. Lol, again, I did not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jakun&lt;/span&gt; over their food. :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ichiban Ramen&lt;/span&gt;. It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a reasonably priced, S sized formal white shirt with subtle pinstripesis pretty dang hard. I'm using present tense cause we're still looking for it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EY&lt;/span&gt;'s present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it is today. I'm at home, just got back from tuition. I actually enjoyed doing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; today. I think my dear brain needs some exercise after 1 and a half weeks of gossiping and Facebooking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Feli&lt;/span&gt; just sent me the songs and chords for this Sunday's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt; praise and worship, and I'm supposed to play alongside &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;. And guess what? Out of the 5 songs, I've only heard 1 of them before. The chords also quite above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so doomed. God, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-8155506735344476862?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8155506735344476862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8155506735344476862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/sands-of-time.html' title='Sands of Time.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBn8wFu9ZMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6GHBI6Wt89M/s72-c/prince-of-persia-movie-poster-jake-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1607953612783456924</id><published>2010-06-14T14:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:47:38.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><title type='text'>Pre-Con Camp Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, I know. Reading all that text about the camp is boring. And so, I shall give you a picture to look at, from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482515830031596578" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBXPGYx9PCI/AAAAAAAAAog/CSUK9pZjtak/s320/leg+looks+fat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, I know, my leg looks fat. I don't care. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;'s phone I'm holding. Touch screen. There's just something about touch screen phones that makes the user feel sophisticated, you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482514551022818770" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBXN78GgFdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/pjbvxyAy51w/s320/soya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hardened&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; soya&lt;/span&gt;. It's tau foo fah. Female hormones! xP &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's it. Teehee. :D Lol. Photo credits to Melissa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-1607953612783456924?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1607953612783456924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1607953612783456924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-con-camp-photos.html' title='Pre-Con Camp Photos!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TBXPGYx9PCI/AAAAAAAAAog/CSUK9pZjtak/s72-c/leg+looks+fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-415030225193011876</id><published>2010-06-13T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:14:21.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><title type='text'>Resting in the Spirit.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people! I'm back from camp. :D There's still 1 week of holidays left, and I still haven't done my Geo project yet. D: Anyway, I wanna blog about the camp. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pre-Confirmation Camp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there on Friday, after I came back from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yi Hua&lt;/span&gt;. So I went back, we loaded up, went to the worship center, which happens to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sri Sedaya School&lt;/span&gt;. (The government took a long time to give us some land to build our church. Or something like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered and did the attendance stuff, then we were on the bus. Reached the place, got briefed, rules and regulations, the typical camp stuff, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to our dorms. Dorm was super cramped. There was like only 35 cm between each bunk. Cramped! My bunkmate this time was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;. :) And on the first day, began the sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sessions were... educational and inspiring. Most of them. The first session was "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God's Amazing Love&lt;/span&gt;", by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;John Paul&lt;/span&gt;, and he did this miming thing, complete with music, it was so friggin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chunted&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God's Saving Grace&lt;/span&gt;" was the next session, led by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Alvin Teoh&lt;/span&gt;. He told us stories of how people have injustices and barbaric acts of inhumanity done against them, and yet they still find the grace from God to forgive their enemies. The stories were horrifying, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on the first day was weird. They served &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;soy bean milk&lt;/span&gt;, and suddenly the whole table was  talking non-stop about how soy milk has female hormones and that drinking it can make people's boobs grow bigger. =.= All the guys were scared, haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep that night, was hard. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; kept disturbing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt;, which disturbed me. Basically the entire dorm was making noise, including me. So I couldn't sleep and woke up feeling extremely grumpy the next day. Breakfast was at 7 30, and I woke up at 5 45. Like what the heck. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd session was done by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Eddy Dorairajah&lt;/span&gt;, and it was the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Challenges of Christian Youths&lt;/span&gt;" which is basically about peer pressure, drugs, smoking, alcohol, satanic music, porn, masturbation, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Eddy has this book, it features the work of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;H.R. Giger&lt;/span&gt;, he's the guy who designed the Alien in the movie Alien, AVP, etc. And his material is so... sexually and satanically related. There's like a lot of porn, a lot of satanism and stuff like abortion and anal sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, it is art. It's not porn, it's art. Creepy art. The guy is talented. I guess he just used his talent for the wrong things. His pictures were in the book too. And he wasn't smiling. In any one of them. He was just like staring at the camera, no smile, no frown. Expressionless. Emotionless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th session, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Parent Child Relationships&lt;/span&gt;", done by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Eddy's wife&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Eddy&lt;/span&gt;, and a non-Christian guy called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;. This one was just so-so cause I don't have PCR problems, hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Repentance and Overcoming Sin&lt;/span&gt;" by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt; was the 5th session. During this one I wasn't concentrating cause I was tired, so yeah. But what he said was basically that there is a war going on, a spiritual war, and we have to fight to win it for God. Sin is the devil's battle strategy, and a dang good one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass was moved up early cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Father Simon LaBroy&lt;/span&gt; wanted to watch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;World Cup&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Argentina vs. Nigeria&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently. I have no idea how true this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the last session for the day, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Inner Healing&lt;/span&gt;", by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Susan Leow&lt;/span&gt;. Inner Healing is like the talk of Catholic youth camps. Almost every Confirmation and Pre-Cin Camp will have them. It's like, healing... er, inside. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what they do, is they set the atmosphere. Lights off, the only light coming from the projectors screen. Acoustic guitar being picked, slow and soft. The leaders speaking softly, but with conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaders told us to open up, to let God into our hearts, to let him heal us. So they started to pray over me. I stood there, hands raised up, willing God to come. And I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;slain in the Spirit&lt;/span&gt;, also known as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;rested in the Spirit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting in the Spirit, for me, it was like, they were praying, and suddenly I felt like I'd lost my bodily functions. I knew I still could move my limbs if I wanted to, but I didn't fight it. Eventually that weird but cool feeling spread down to my legs, my knees gave way, I fell backwards and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Leon&lt;/span&gt; caught me. They laid me down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay there, on that cold hard floor, feeling extremely comfortable, which is weird, because who would be comfortable lying on a cold hard floor? Anyway, I lay there, and after about a minute I wanted to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to move my neck, it was hard. It was the same feeling. I knew I could move it if I really pushed myself, but then I thought "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, God doesn't want me to get up, I'll just lie here for a while&lt;/span&gt;." So I lied there for almost 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I sat up. Everyone else was either sitting and crying, or lying down or still getting prayed over. It was dark, so I couldn't really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting there in the dark, and suddenly I thought of all the bad memories, all the stuff that has happened, those that made me depressed, and I started crying. Not great big bawling sobs, but not exactly just little tears. In fact, it kinda leans to wards big bawling sobs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to sleep. I could sleep, maybe because of the Inner Healing. I didn't think I could sleep because earlier, during our break, we were in the dorm, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; told this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ghost story&lt;/span&gt; that was sufficiently creepy. Later I was like "Oh no, let's not take the lift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; was good, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; has got to be the one person I've met who can keep a dang straight face. She said her sotry was dang scary, and we off-ed the lights and everything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jolynn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emmelin&lt;/span&gt; and I were sitting on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sonia&lt;/span&gt;'s bed, which is a bottom bunk. Everyone else was on top bunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; was on her bed, which is above mine. She went "Okay, girls, when I tell you this ghost story right, you must keep completely quiet, because I've told this before, and there was like a ghost presence there when I told it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER STRAIGHT YOU KNOW HER FACE. No laughing eyes, no hidden smile, nothing. Dang straight. When we were listening, she said "First of all, the people on the bottom bunks, whatever you do, keep your feet off the floor and don't ever look under the bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't look under the bed is okay, I wouldn't have run. But she said to keep our feet off the floor, and I was like WTH. Before she even finished talking, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jolynn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emmelin&lt;/span&gt; and I were all scrambling like mad  to get to a top bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrambled so madly, my slippers flew off and I pulled a muscle in my butt trying to get onto &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;'s bed. Seriously. I couldn't walk properly for the entire night. D: And all this while, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; and the others were like laughing. LOL. I guess it was pretty funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all our hard work getting up the bunks, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; told us "That was my ghost story. I have no ghost story to tell. Just wanted to see your reaction." Lol spoiler much. But it was funny. ;D Dang straight face she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we had more sessions. But somehow, even after having a great sleep, almost all of us woke up tired. So I can't really remember the sessions. My brain was tired. But they had another session, it "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gifts of the Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;", done by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eddy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the gifts, are so chunted. There's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of Understanding&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of Discernment of Spirits&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of Healing&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of Miracles&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of Prophecy&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of Tongues&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of Interpretation of Tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more. I cant really remember. But these are the main ones. I think I might have the gift of tongues. I' not sure, but just maybe. It would be so awesome. :) I'm gonna pray about it. Teehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post is at its' end. I'm too tired to think further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-415030225193011876?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/415030225193011876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/415030225193011876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/resting-in-spirit.html' title='Resting in the Spirit.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3565281749510295867</id><published>2010-06-10T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:54:03.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Up Late.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up till 2 last night gossiping about ex-schoolmates and sexy criminals with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;. :P Lol, it reminds me of Form 2. Good old days. :) *stares off wistfully into the distance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go pack. Leaving for Pre-Con Camp tomorrow. Miss me, people. &lt;3 You know you want to. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-3565281749510295867?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3565281749510295867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3565281749510295867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/staying-up-late.html' title='Staying Up Late.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-26895534326228863</id><published>2010-06-09T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:08:30.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumble-er!</title><content type='html'>Hello, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tumblr &lt;/span&gt;account. Haha. Due to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://charsiewpaoness.tumblr.com/"&gt;Charlene See's Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow it, you know you want to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. At first I named my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If Life Didn't Suck&lt;/span&gt;. But then I switched with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;'s name. Cause I'm gonna be putting  lot of random stuff in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's Just Random Nonsense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt; will chronicle my life story, and it depicts what should happen &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If Life Didn't Suck&lt;/span&gt;. Heh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-26895534326228863?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/26895534326228863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/26895534326228863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/tumble-er.html' title='Tumble-er!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-6107393005666134494</id><published>2010-06-09T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:37:14.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Nervousness.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nervous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About. A. Lot. Of. Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pre-Confirmation Camp&lt;/span&gt;, for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even done my stupid Geography project yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CharleneSee says goodbye nervously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-6107393005666134494?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6107393005666134494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/6107393005666134494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/nervousness.html' title='Nervousness.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3965698557421798819</id><published>2010-06-06T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:09:06.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><title type='text'>Sad Hectic Meetings.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people! How was your first weekend of the holidays? Mine was fine, just that today was super hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30 - 9.30 Mass&lt;br /&gt;10.00 -1.00 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt; IU Nominees meeting&lt;br /&gt;2.00- 4.00 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt; Session&lt;br /&gt;4.00 - 4.30 Guitar Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm so happening, I have to be everywhere. Chehh. XD Lol, don't mind my egoisticalness. I doubt there's even such a a word. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meeting, only 7 people were there. Sad much. Mr. President, and 6 nominees. 6 nominees. Out of 20. Like I said, sad much. Oh well. The 6 nominees, were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yi Hua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Rae-Gin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very productive meeting. A first. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess that's pretty much it. See you some other time through the screen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-3965698557421798819?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3965698557421798819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3965698557421798819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/sad-hectic-meetings.html' title='Sad Hectic Meetings.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7395110131030449397</id><published>2010-06-04T21:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:20:49.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Examinations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Hello, people! Exams are over, yay! I managed to keep from updating my blog during this entire week. Willpower, man. *bangga* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know what? After this week, I am convinced that the people who run all the TV channels on normal TV, they don't want me to score for my exams. The proof:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; started 2 weeks before the exams. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; Season 3 had their pilot on Monday, the 2nd day of exams. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt; premiered on the 3rd day of exams, which was a Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You see my point? Frickin' temptation, right? Evil TV station managers. Roar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna blog about exams. Too depressing. Holidays have started, let's partayyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are a lot of movies I want to watch. :( If anybody has the DVD, feel free to lend it to me, I'll take good care of, I promise. Good quality ya. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 228px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478916053154526530" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TAkFHy519UI/AAAAAAAAAoM/pD2tPny-B9Y/s320/moulin_rouge_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOULIN ROUGE&lt;/span&gt;. Featuring the song Come What May. Khoo's favortie movie. Basically everybody who has watched this movie has spoken very highly of it. Trailer seems cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 216px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478916043962542786" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TAkFHQqTasI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Jg0ZfWdexYE/s320/adear-john-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another romantic film. Apparently it's very saddening and got very good reviews. And it has the breakdancer dude from Step Up in it. :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DEAR JOHN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 215px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478916039677880514" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TAkFHAswqMI/AAAAAAAAAn8/JsluvuEAsj8/s320/the+descent+mv+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What with all the lovey-dovey romance, there has to be some goriness and horror to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;balance it out. Thus, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THE DESCENT&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna watch this with the girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 207px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478916032176385906" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TAkFGkwQ73I/AAAAAAAAAn0/vaD0Gma6JCo/s320/loserssmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last but certainly not least, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;THE LOSERS&lt;/span&gt;. Trailer's super &lt;em&gt;yeng&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/s- Mun: This is the song I was talking about. The one where I wrote the lyrics on the back of my test paper.&lt;br /&gt;Pp/s: Other readers, listent to the song. It's nice, you won't regret it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dw7XAoQTiiM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dw7XAoQTiiM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7395110131030449397?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7395110131030449397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7395110131030449397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/06/movie-examinations.html' title='Movie Examinations.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/TAkFHy519UI/AAAAAAAAAoM/pD2tPny-B9Y/s72-c/moulin_rouge_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1853096612442520054</id><published>2010-05-28T14:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:30:43.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Cookie Monster Rides Harley.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476219696155986610" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_9wzKVgCrI/AAAAAAAAAns/OiugLPbUJAs/s320/hd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what I did today? I rode a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Harley Davidson&lt;/span&gt; bike, muahahah! Yeah, my ride looked a little bit like that. :D I don't have a photo of me on the bike cause it was hot and any photos would have been glarey. There wasn't a camera anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Harleys are awesome. They're super nice to ride, especially if you're going fast. I was a bit apprehensive at first, cause the last time I rode a bike was when I was like what... 9? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt; (as in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Joel Chang&lt;/span&gt;, of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;KEJAM&lt;/span&gt; gang fame) was riding, and I sat pillion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember he burned his leg on the exhaust pipe, poor guy. Anyway, back to today's ride. I paid 5 bucks just to ride. LOL. My rider was this Indian dude with long curly black hair tied into a ponytail, &lt;em&gt;yeng&lt;/em&gt;. Even though he was a biker, he wasn't wearing a biker jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I got on the bike, and it was fun. :D But I was like literally entrusting my life into a stranger's hands. Later he crash into something then how? Lol. But it was safe. I held onto his shoulders. Holding around the waist would've been steadier, but I barely know the guy. I wonder whether I clamped him on the shoulders too hard, poor guy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went quite fast. When we got out into the open and he like really let it out, I think he was doing maybe &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;60 kmph&lt;/span&gt;. I went "Ahh!" a bit, and he was like "You scared?" "Yeah, a bit." But he didn't slow down! LOL FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I bet you're wondering why I went to some random Indian guy and paid him 5 bucks to ride his bike. The truth is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'M MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that was random. Just kidding. XD I was at a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jogathon and Family Carnival&lt;/span&gt; fundraiser, jointly organized by the parishes of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;St. Francis of Assisi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;St. Thomas More&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;STM&lt;/span&gt; is my parish by the way, for those of you who don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, sisters and godbros all ditched me, all didn't wanna go. I ended up going with the parentals, godparents, and Uncle Mike and Aunt Sharon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there, ate stuff, played games, came back. The weather there is so murderous. Like frickin' hot. I wanted to lie down and die. LOL jk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;face painting&lt;/span&gt;! Well, it was supposed to be a face painting, but I don't like stuff on my face even though now there're no pimples now. :D I am getting hiao-er by the day, crap. Anyway, painting. Right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt; painted for me, on my non-existent bicep. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476218620986992274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_9v0lBPJpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UFgsgD0_Tc8/s320/IMG_6664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Take 1: FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other takes are okay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476217574250650674" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_9u3pn2HDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ww_0LVWoAsU/s320/IMG_6665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;/span&gt;! My &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;favourite Sesame Street character&lt;/span&gt;. :)) He looks like he's wearing a hat! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476216686265006098" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_9uD9nkeBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zavCgVqKKU0/s320/IMG_6666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom's colleague calls me Cookie Monster cause I love the lemon cookies that she makes. And I used to keep pestering my mom to get her colleague to make more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476213421388907826" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_9rF7AcxTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8ZOfKsLc1SU/s320/IMG_6667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cookie Monster says &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Rawr I'm gonna eat you!"&lt;/span&gt; LOL his mouth is &lt;em&gt;senget&lt;/em&gt;. Notice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/s: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; started showing on normal TV. The 2nd episode, the one whether the annoying but quite &lt;em&gt;kesian &lt;/em&gt;girl sings &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Take A Bow&lt;/span&gt;, that song is nice. Better than Rihanna's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6687877780245386092-1853096612442520054?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1853096612442520054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1853096612442520054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/cookie-monster-rides-harley.html' title='Cookie Monster Rides Harley.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_9wzKVgCrI/AAAAAAAAAns/OiugLPbUJAs/s72-c/hd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5009512638214727563</id><published>2010-05-27T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:14:07.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infatuated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 sigma'/><title type='text'>Theresa, le hamster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_5TQh1pNWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/V5IbZ7YeWz8/s1600/hammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475905740355482978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_5TQh1pNWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/V5IbZ7YeWz8/s320/hammy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll bet this is the cutest thing you've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's name is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Theresa&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. After &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mother Theresa&lt;/span&gt;, you know? 3 Sigma FTW! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR I feel like squishing it. Too bad it's dead. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5009512638214727563?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5009512638214727563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5009512638214727563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/theresa-le-hamster.html' title='Theresa, le hamster.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_5TQh1pNWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/V5IbZ7YeWz8/s72-c/hammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-561537530908276050</id><published>2010-05-27T17:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:27:32.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan Higa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sickness, Physical and Emotional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; again. In 2 weeks I have been in 2 different clinics, 3 times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bandaran Clinic&lt;/span&gt; for my sore throat annd cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my eye got infected and I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kumpulan Medic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;And today I just came back from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bandaran&lt;/span&gt;, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what sickness I went for this time. Grand prize is my leftover meds. Haha. LOL jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back, ate lunch, showered, tried to take a nap. Started wheezing and coughing. Gave up trying to take nap and went downstairs. Started sneezing like there was a cat trying to get out of my nose and tearing non stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom said it's an allergic reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475890905324968594" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_5FxBCv2pI/AAAAAAAAAms/A2OgMQDwvDg/s320/IMG_6654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The swollen eye. Strawberry lychee with cincau bits. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475885538540869154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_5A4oNtViI/AAAAAAAAAmk/oank8M9R3U4/s320/IMG_6663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my meds. Looks like pee, ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL. Exams started today, child's play. Well actually they were quite hard, but who cares about these meaningless subjects anyway. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh you know what. I just realized that my swollen eye emoticon will look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;-.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL. Cool. I have a swollen eye emoticon. Awesome. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab5IwgcJRiE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/ab5IwgcJRiE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ryan Higa&lt;/span&gt;. He's awesome. His videos lift my depression, seriously. :) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have a spill on your table, an ordinary rag or towel would just soak it up oh-so-boringly, but thanks to the ShamWOOHOO!, not only did you not soak up the liquid, but you just pushed it off the table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-561537530908276050?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/561537530908276050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/561537530908276050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/sickness-physical-and-emotional.html' title='Sickness, Physical and Emotional.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_5FxBCv2pI/AAAAAAAAAms/A2OgMQDwvDg/s72-c/IMG_6654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-678084992615238805</id><published>2010-05-24T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:06:52.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Lychee!</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is how I feel:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_qSRsYmxeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/llvgiBkSkMc/s1600/strawberry+lychee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474849129692055010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_qSRsYmxeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/llvgiBkSkMc/s320/strawberry+lychee.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click to enlarge. See what the Seal wrote. This type of sister. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday shout out to Mun Mun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHANG WAI MUN&lt;/span&gt;, I love you and I hope we'll remain friends for a very long time so I can annoy you Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wish Yi Hua at the same tieme, since her birthday's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TAN YI HUA&lt;/span&gt;, my super caring friend. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-678084992615238805?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/678084992615238805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/678084992615238805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/strawberry-lychee.html' title='Strawberry Lychee!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_qSRsYmxeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/llvgiBkSkMc/s72-c/strawberry+lychee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-1285200219614851469</id><published>2010-05-22T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:02:47.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>An Eye For an Eye.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; CHUNG YEE HUI&lt;/span&gt;!! My &lt;em&gt;yeng&lt;/em&gt;-est heng dai, I love you, Muacks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated EY's birthday yesterday with cupcakes. She's the only person who can look good with oily cupcake cream all over her face. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MidTerms are coming up, and I haven't started studying. LOL. I've already gotten the adrenaline rush to study, but for some weird reason, my body's urge to sleep is stronger than the adrenaline rush. Lol. The fact that my eye is swollen doesn't help much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how it got swollen. Too much rubbing, I guess. Now it's swollen and disgusting and like it discharges this weird tear-like liquid every frickin' second, so I have to like stick a tissue in my eye to soak it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I sleep, the liquid hardens and forms a crust over my eye, so when I wake up, I can't open m eye. Just great. And &lt;em&gt;dahlah&lt;/em&gt; I'm already so &lt;em&gt;sepet&lt;/em&gt;, now this swollen eye thing makes me look retarded &lt;em&gt;sepet&lt;/em&gt;, cause my right eye is fine, but the left is just ghastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. My existence mae miseable by this stupid thing that infected my eye and swelled it. I wish EY happy birthday, and she replied "Thanks red eye dude lol :)" Lol what the heck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Shrek Forever After &lt;/span&gt;this morning with the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tooks&lt;/span&gt;. It's okay, not bad. Who knew ogres could be so romantic. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna try study now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-1285200219614851469?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1285200219614851469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/1285200219614851469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/eye-for-eye.html' title='An Eye For an Eye.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7305273405448961248</id><published>2010-05-19T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:59:08.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Breakdown.</title><content type='html'>People say that the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eyes are windows into the soul&lt;/span&gt;. If that's true, then the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt; that we &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; must be &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;emotional baggage&lt;/span&gt; that gets thrown out of the windows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472949103955935570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_PSNo8WAVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/kFiCJnvRsN8/s320/crying.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why do people cry?&lt;/span&gt; I meant psychologically, not physically. I don't want to learn Biology yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: (To be determined. Help me out here, anyone?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why I was in such a bad mood today. Seriously, no idea. The day started off fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess was... releasing? Not really. I got free chocolate though. :D Maybe I should try this crying thing more often. Lol just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I learned today though: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Having good friends who care about you is excellent for your health&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Zi Yean&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jia Min&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hui May&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wai Mun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Denyse&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks especially to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EY&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would've been a lot harder for me to make it through if I hadn't had you guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7305273405448961248?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7305273405448961248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7305273405448961248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S_PSNo8WAVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/kFiCJnvRsN8/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5992331084892527978</id><published>2010-05-14T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:54:46.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KLCC'/><title type='text'>Chinese Orchestra.</title><content type='html'>Hello, people. Just some interesting events these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt; to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s Chinese orchestra performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; KLCC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;, her dad, her bro and I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chili's&lt;/span&gt;. I ate there for the first time. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chili's&lt;/span&gt; food is quite nice, heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered this &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mushroom Jack Combo&lt;/span&gt; thing, which is basically grilled beef and chicken, with mushrooms and cheese all over, served on a sizzling pate. It came with the&lt;em&gt; chapati&lt;/em&gt;-like thing, tortilla, I think, and sour cream and all that stuff for you to make your own roll. Chunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;. LOL, drinking &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Milo &lt;/span&gt;in a bar. For some reason I find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, then the rest of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;'s family and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pei En&lt;/span&gt; came, then we went to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MPO&lt;/span&gt;. Whoo! My second time in &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MPO&lt;/span&gt;, heh. The first time, I fell asleep. :P LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Chinese instruments in &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MPO&lt;/span&gt;. It certainly was interesting. I think Chinese classical music isn't really my thing. LOL. I couldn't really enjoy the music cause I was locking all my coughs in my lungs. :( But I liked the Shanghai piece. That was nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the performance, the performers went and like had a 'meet the fans' session. Photographs, autographs, polygraphs. LOL. I was just kidding about the last one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat dinner, and I got home, didn't break curfew. :D Thanks, Aunty, Uncle, for the dinner, and Chili's and the performance. :D Thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;, it was awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping in class, and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;'s singing woke me up. As in literally. I heard her singing in my sleep, got annoyed, woke up and frowned at her. Their whole gang was singing, LOL. Needless to say it doesn't really help you sleep. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mushroom&lt;/span&gt; brought a hamster to school today. It was THE BOMB. So cute, seriously. God made cute tiny furballs so lift our moods and lessen our depression. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I was hanging out with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; in the canteen. Our convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: I'm going Ace-Edventure next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;: *blurring* Huh, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: As in like transfer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;: What's so good about Ace-Edventure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: It's an international school. Evrything's in English. And you don't have to take SPM. You can either take the SATs or O-Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;: But SU has me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: *pauses* That's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck. You see, this type of friend. Where the hell can you find this type of friend? This type of friend, GOC, who feeds my ego, she's one of a kind. :) Muahaha. :D Everybody should have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt;. That way they won't be depressed. :P Lol, okay, maybe they still will, but still. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to see the doctor today. After 3 days of not talking, I want my voice back so that I can annoy my friends. Doc said I was pretty good for going to school today even thought my voice is like this. *bangga*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I don't like to consult a doctor for my cough is because they almost always give me cough mixture, and I ahte cough mixture almost as much as I hate mosquitoes. So yeah. But this doc gave me pills. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that's pretty much it. See you some other time through the screen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- Madd: I edited out the slapping and hair-dragging part of our convo. Don't want people to think I'm violent. &gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5992331084892527978?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5992331084892527978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5992331084892527978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/chinese-orchestra.html' title='Chinese Orchestra.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7100896391863957190</id><published>2010-05-09T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:16:25.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soho'/><title type='text'>Mommy Day!</title><content type='html'>This is for all the mothers out there, especially mine. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;, stand up, be proud. You've raised wonderful children, and only you can do the things mothers do. Because mothers are awesome. I love you, Mommy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt; came with us, minus the Fats, so it was 6 of us. We went to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Empire Shopping Gallery&lt;/span&gt;, again. But it's okay, the place is nice. :) Had lunch at &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rakuzen&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;. That place, the ambience there is super nice. I could fall in love with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt;. *dreamy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;noobest noob PE&lt;/span&gt; at some store in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. She misses her Mojo. :) After that, Daddy wanted to show &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt; our Soho, so we went up. Then came back and blogged. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us, as in the 4 See daughters and Edmund, we got Mommy a new phone for Mother's Day. :) Hope, you like it, mommypoo. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7100896391863957190?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7100896391863957190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7100896391863957190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-day.html' title='Mommy Day!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-376373522391918108</id><published>2010-05-09T14:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:31:35.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IR'/><title type='text'>Samba de Amigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SU's Leo IR Day&lt;/span&gt; yesterday! It was awesome. :) Summit auditorium's stage is super small though. Pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg7a14lEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ghx3IcapNcU/s1600/IMG_6463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469165371421922370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg7a14lEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ghx3IcapNcU/s320/IMG_6463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg7w0LOZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/dAh5Q1SsB7s/s1600/IMG_6464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469165377320335762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg7w0LOZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/dAh5Q1SsB7s/s320/IMG_6464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Khoo, my wife, so romantic la she. &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg8sG7mrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/w33LFFh8hj4/s1600/IMG_6466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469165393236695730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg8sG7mrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/w33LFFh8hj4/s320/IMG_6466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashleyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg9MKhorI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UKmZ1BLZg-Y/s1600/IMG_6468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469165401841705650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg9MKhorI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UKmZ1BLZg-Y/s320/IMG_6468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg957GAAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uR35x3qDNVw/s1600/IMG_6476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469165414125010946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg957GAAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uR35x3qDNVw/s320/IMG_6476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MCs, Bryan and and Rae-Gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnAeRkkcI/AAAAAAAAAic/LaJCseXOq-A/s1600/IMG_6482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469172055312470466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnAeRkkcI/AAAAAAAAAic/LaJCseXOq-A/s320/IMG_6482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leo pledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjsptT0RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n7Tn8tK8PoU/s1600/IMG_6485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469168416249336082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjsptT0RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n7Tn8tK8PoU/s320/IMG_6485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexy, sexy Samba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjtprguMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/gQhj0XXiByo/s1600/IMG_6490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469168433421662402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjtprguMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/gQhj0XXiByo/s320/IMG_6490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is so awesome. If you look closely, you'll see another face beside Madd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjullUGHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/G-N45aaPqtU/s1600/IMG_6488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469168449501796466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjullUGHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/G-N45aaPqtU/s320/IMG_6488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only clear part is her heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjtEXgxOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WXIam1AqEyA/s1600/IMG_6493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469168423405667554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjtEXgxOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WXIam1AqEyA/s320/IMG_6493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooolala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjuDkHb9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/oBecbfj7myg/s1600/IMG_6489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469168440369967058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZjuDkHb9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/oBecbfj7myg/s320/IMG_6489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnA_jIKtI/AAAAAAAAAik/EuG1GBlbHtM/s1600/IMG_6498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469172064244476626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnA_jIKtI/AAAAAAAAAik/EuG1GBlbHtM/s320/IMG_6498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnBceG3DI/AAAAAAAAAis/PL7afuhJ0Ic/s1600/IMG_6502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469172072008047666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnBceG3DI/AAAAAAAAAis/PL7afuhJ0Ic/s320/IMG_6502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a band called the Jellybeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnBh7a6RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ltIp7PM0C38/s1600/IMG_6508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469172073473173778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnBh7a6RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ltIp7PM0C38/s320/IMG_6508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnCNkrFGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/XrgPxDV_NAI/s1600/IMG_6509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469172085188924514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZnCNkrFGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/XrgPxDV_NAI/s320/IMG_6509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charissa, the Malaysian Taylor Swift. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zpb3rr1EI/AAAAAAAAAjE/n6_g5IwnKec/s1600/IMG_6517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469174725012608066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zpb3rr1EI/AAAAAAAAAjE/n6_g5IwnKec/s320/IMG_6517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZpcXquVeI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Y7hBTprul4g/s1600/IMG_6520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469174733598512610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZpcXquVeI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Y7hBTprul4g/s320/IMG_6520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amigo de amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOD dance was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZpdM4vUKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8FaOR9wKoA4/s1600/IMG_6522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469174747884376226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZpdM4vUKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8FaOR9wKoA4/s320/IMG_6522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mind the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zpe9iABGI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PKLJV3foq8k/s1600/IMG_6526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469174778122208354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zpe9iABGI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PKLJV3foq8k/s320/IMG_6526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZpeP4k1CI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8oq6opR-t9U/s1600/IMG_6530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469174765868864546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZpeP4k1CI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8oq6opR-t9U/s320/IMG_6530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was break time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrDlEWxBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/n8INmKroRcY/s1600/IMG_6532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469176506722206738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrDlEWxBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/n8INmKroRcY/s320/IMG_6532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrEJ6SGPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Fqla0bZAZEw/s1600/IMG_6533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469176516612069618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrEJ6SGPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Fqla0bZAZEw/s320/IMG_6533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrEfdcNHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4lWxmU84QG0/s1600/IMG_6534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469176522396677234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrEfdcNHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4lWxmU84QG0/s320/IMG_6534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrE8jOKLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QsRTpbDa01w/s1600/IMG_6535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469176530205550770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrE8jOKLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QsRTpbDa01w/s320/IMG_6535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pui Ee and Yau Shen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrFaIQRSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/geoW2XuEJq8/s1600/IMG_6537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469176538145506594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZrFaIQRSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/geoW2XuEJq8/s320/IMG_6537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ham and Singing Bird. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break, back into the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtH-Qh5XI/AAAAAAAAAkU/O5cXPh8z_4w/s1600/IMG_6539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469178781226886514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtH-Qh5XI/AAAAAAAAAkU/O5cXPh8z_4w/s320/IMG_6539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Strum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtILezLJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5eFZ0cLh6gg/s1600/IMG_6540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469178784776400018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtILezLJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5eFZ0cLh6gg/s320/IMG_6540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtImAZJkI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KnFPeVqWqCM/s1600/IMG_6543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469178791896622658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtImAZJkI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KnFPeVqWqCM/s320/IMG_6543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtJZd8xyI/AAAAAAAAAks/cvGMIeFaLG4/s1600/IMG_6545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469178805710800674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtJZd8xyI/AAAAAAAAAks/cvGMIeFaLG4/s320/IMG_6545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtJ6wtmOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2enCDIOWjN4/s1600/IMG_6554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469178814647867618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZtJ6wtmOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2enCDIOWjN4/s320/IMG_6554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MCs, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a dance crew called School Lockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZvuciGdPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cll9H2oh_xY/s1600/IMG_6555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469181641211933938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZvuciGdPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cll9H2oh_xY/s320/IMG_6555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZvvG0njnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/oB3pxr7a9aY/s1600/IMG_6556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469181652563889778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZvvG0njnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/oB3pxr7a9aY/s320/IMG_6556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A band with a very long and hard-to-pronounce name was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zvv7BD_nI/AAAAAAAAAlU/VY4H474k-9s/s1600/IMG_6557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469181666574728818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zvv7BD_nI/AAAAAAAAAlU/VY4H474k-9s/s320/IMG_6557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZvwntcGfI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hu7L-MbjckY/s1600/IMG_6560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469181678572018162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZvwntcGfI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hu7L-MbjckY/s320/IMG_6560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZvvXtxtiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JblphRand4A/s1600/IMG_6566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469181657098597922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZvvXtxtiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JblphRand4A/s320/IMG_6566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guitarists like him are who inspired me to take up guitar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyCvQ_WZI/AAAAAAAAAls/HD0R-3Vw604/s1600/IMG_6590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469184188861077906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyCvQ_WZI/AAAAAAAAAls/HD0R-3Vw604/s320/IMG_6590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urban Groove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyCKkPt7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/jZ2TTEfIqu0/s1600/IMG_6585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469184179009730482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyCKkPt7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/jZ2TTEfIqu0/s320/IMG_6585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Then they had dancefloor. It was crazy. LOL. In the dark, with sweaty bodies moving everywhere, unable to see anything. It must've been fun. XD I didn't dance cause my heels were killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyDqxhB5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/NgYpbGEi5MY/s1600/IMG_6615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469184204835194770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyDqxhB5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/NgYpbGEi5MY/s320/IMG_6615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neffy can move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyDJQtfVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aaYNcuwKals/s1600/IMG_6614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469184195839229266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyDJQtfVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aaYNcuwKals/s320/IMG_6614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyEFuPtaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fuO_LZKEaMw/s1600/IMG_6626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469184212069234082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-ZyEFuPtaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fuO_LZKEaMw/s320/IMG_6626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The End. :D Th epics are mostly blur cause the people were either moving too fast, and because my camera is not a DSLR. It was fun. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-376373522391918108?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/376373522391918108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/376373522391918108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/samba-de-amigo.html' title='Samba de Amigo.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S-Zg7a14lEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ghx3IcapNcU/s72-c/IMG_6463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-7843779204864391300</id><published>2010-05-07T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:02:46.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doomsday'/><title type='text'>Have You Ever Wondered...</title><content type='html'>... Why how some people seem to have it all, and then they commit suicide the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why the sky is blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why Michael Wong's song Tong Hua means so much and yet I can't relate to it, but I still like it cause it's so nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Whether there really are aliens in space? Because, let's face it, no one is creative(not to mention mou liew) enough to go and dream up the concept of aliens and round little planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... (while we're on the concept of aliens and round little planes) Why aliens are always pictured with round planes? I mean, technically, if you are a science wiz/physics genius, can a round plane really move in 1 direction? Or will it just spin around in circles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why some people are so determined to destroy others, to torture and mutilate other people, to defy the very laws of humanity, to forsake their moral values, religious principles, to rid themselves of everything human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why some people are just like that. You know, like THAT. Never mind, you don't know. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why some guys have to rape and molest girls? Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why some people abort their babies? The life inside them, taken away in a matter of seconds with the help of a pair of scissors and a vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why the wolrd is like this? LIKE THIS. This world where almost all politicans are corrupt, where there are terrorists everywhere, where natural disasters are bombarding us to and fro, where there's a high crime rate everywhere, like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When the end of the world will come? Isn't it better to just let of all us fade into oblivion, than to continue living in this messed up world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angsty post, I know. But I have questions, and I need answers. Better yet, I need to believe that mankind isn't as hopeless as it appears to be. Help me believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-7843779204864391300?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7843779204864391300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/7843779204864391300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have You Ever Wondered...'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-2780128073059597374</id><published>2010-05-05T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:52:23.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Epic But Short-lived.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Timothy Teoh Beng Hsien&lt;/span&gt;! Thanks putting up with all my crap, and I'm sorry for all those times. You're the best godbro in the world! Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! Today was super lifeless. The only periods we got things done were &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KH&lt;/span&gt;. And man, today's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KH&lt;/span&gt; was FUN. Or rather, FUNNY. I amused myself. Not in a mean way la. You know I love you right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that Pn Tan Lee Yong really knows how to hit the mark. LOL. That moment was even more hilarious the bowling moment. Short-lived, though. Oh well. At least I had my fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BAR CHORDS! Okay, I don't hate bar chords, I hate why it's so hard to play them. Annoying bars. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Leo IR &lt;/span&gt;this Sat, who's going? I have a feeling it's gonna be awesome, so those of you who aren't going will miss out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-2780128073059597374?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2780128073059597374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/2780128073059597374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/epic-but-short-lived.html' title='Epic But Short-lived.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5091358271685680327</id><published>2010-05-03T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:08:24.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>PAGgie.</title><content type='html'>My previous post title was random, Lol. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. The first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt; meeting, of many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for all those of you who don't know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAG &lt;/span&gt;stands for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Persons Are Gifts&lt;/span&gt;. In Dec 2009 I attended a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAG &lt;/span&gt;camp held by my church. Kay, so then 1 day I got a &lt;a href="http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/04/decisions-decisions.html"&gt;phone call&lt;/a&gt;. The caller invited me to be a part of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PAG Outreach Team&lt;/span&gt;, a team of facilitators that will plan the next &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt; camp, which will be held Dec 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. If you read that post, the phone call post, you'll know that I felt very unworhty, nervous, and a couple of other emotions. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to Saturday. There were a few people there: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nathaniel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Terence&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pearli&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Feli&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jon Yap&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Stacie&lt;/span&gt;. The rest: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; weren't able to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with praise and worhsip of course, then with games. There was this game, Toxic River, that involved people getting carried over a distance of 6 feet. Seeing as I was the lightest, smallest, and weakest, I got carried the most. Heh. It took several tries to get all of us across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this time: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; had to carry me and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; across, and the poor guy just injured his wrist and his knee a week back. It was super scary. He carried me like the using arms type, then he piggybacked &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;. 2 people at once. Siao. But he made it. I could feel his wrist trembling though. SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest were mostly sharing, more games, more sharing, more praise and worship. It started at 10 in the morning and ended at 4 40. Whole day thing. Feli said I have an athlete's&lt;br /&gt;look and that I walk like an athlete. :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for mass with the family and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;. Then DimSum for breakfast. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt; left. Our family, all 6 of us, piled into the car at 11 50 to go to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Snail River&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Perak&lt;/span&gt;, to send the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fats&lt;/span&gt; off to NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say about the journey there. Slept through most of it. The journey back, however, was a killer. The roads were winding, I felt some nausea and wanted to vomit. Diddin't throw up anything though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had dinner, I suddenly had this really intense pain in my stomach. The nausea came back. So I had to spend the whole night feeling like throwing up, and to top it off, I still had homework to complete. Dulan. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, woke up, still felt awful, so Mommy let me skip school for 1 day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5091358271685680327?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5091358271685680327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5091358271685680327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/05/paggie.html' title='PAGgie.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-8931226334728499510</id><published>2010-04-30T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:03:49.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><title type='text'>The Gingerbread Man.</title><content type='html'>Today. Had to present our virtual projects to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Interact&lt;/span&gt; members. Let's just say that group 3, which is my group, is not very good at public speaking. I know I suck at it. Lol. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Zhiying&lt;/span&gt; said our proposal was detailed! :D even though our presentation was dead. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering whether I can get on the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; BOD&lt;/span&gt;. Hope can la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PAG&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. I'm still asking myself whether I'm mature enough for it. What if I mess up? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL this post has a lot of smilies at the end of sentences. Heh. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S9rT4ebRL3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/d4vIgAw1PXE/s1600/shrekgingerbreadman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S9rT4ebRL3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/d4vIgAw1PXE/s320/shrekgingerbreadman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465914064961089394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Run, run, as fast as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol I sound evil. XD&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/6687877780245386092-8931226334728499510?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8931226334728499510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/8931226334728499510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/04/gingerbread-man.html' title='The Gingerbread Man.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S9rT4ebRL3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/d4vIgAw1PXE/s72-c/shrekgingerbreadman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-4108525314870431314</id><published>2010-04-29T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:46:22.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 sigma'/><title type='text'>Stress.</title><content type='html'>First period, places were changed today. My seat sucks. C'mon la, I know I look like a hardworking student, but you put me at the back, I'll fail the midterms for sure. The back is distracting. The back is hot. The back has none of my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my mood was ruined for the whole day. And by the first period too. Broke my record of 2nd period mood ruining. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super stressed now. Rushing Interact project, then there's the PAG thing, then there's the friendship thing, then there's my cacated guitar playing. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to talk to. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-4108525314870431314?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4108525314870431314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4108525314870431314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/04/stress.html' title='Stress.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-4931040940218662495</id><published>2010-04-24T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:02:14.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soho'/><title type='text'>Fit for a King.</title><content type='html'>EDITED: Added a bit of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EMPIRE SHOPPING GALLERY&lt;/span&gt; IS NOW OPEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, man is it fit for a King. Well, okay, not really, but it's pretty dang nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hotel and a shopping gallery together. The shopping gallery takes up 3 about floors, and features a lot of well known brands, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dorothy Perkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;FOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Levi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3 Stripes - Adidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lovely Lace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Toys 'R' Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;New York Skin Solutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;London Weight Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more la. I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'a also a lot of high end food like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Chili's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Italiannies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Kenny Rogers&lt;/span&gt; and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hotel, it's so super nice. Their ballroom is so chunted. It has like grooves in the ceiling, and grooves glow colours that change. Very subtly. So super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the staff, man. Their staff are so trained and polite. You just walk past them and they go, "Thank you for coming, Ma'am.", or "Good evening, sir." with their really nice smiles. So friggin' polite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some other 5 star hotels in KL, where their staff turn up their noses at you, if you go into the hotel wearing jeans and a T shirt.  And if the snobby staff do deign to look at you, their gaze is dripping with disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Empire &lt;/span&gt;rocks, hehe. For all you people who don't know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt; is located near &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Subang Parade&lt;/span&gt;. Behind &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Parade&lt;/span&gt;, actually. When you come out of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ChillOut&lt;/span&gt; you can see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt;. I really recommend you guys to go see it, man. It's so nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my first gushy post. Oh wait, second. The first was about Teetee. Heh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-4931040940218662495?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4931040940218662495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/4931040940218662495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/04/fit-for-king.html' title='Fit for a King.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3841848181920027427</id><published>2010-04-20T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:57:42.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions.</title><content type='html'>At exactly 6. 18 pm yesterday, I got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;phone call&lt;/span&gt;. The caller extended a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;closed invitation&lt;/span&gt; to me. Closed, not because it's exclusive, but because they only need 10 people, out of 50. I was given 1 day, 24 hours to make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2 choices&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pick &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, I will most probably be left wondering what I missed out on, and most probably regret saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pick &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, 2 scenarios could happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;br /&gt;I become a better person, a better leader, help others around me, and ultimately grow as a human being, grow with God, and achieve a sense of self-fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;I mess up terribly, and the people around me, whoM I'm supposed to guide, and mentor, turn out messed up. Ruined. Unable to function because I'm such a a bad leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, both of the scenarios above are in their extreme. There is a possibility that if I say YES, stuff from both scenarios could happen. I could become a better person but still ruin the lives of those around me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I am honored with this chance, honored to be 1 of the 10, chosen from among 50. But I don't know why they chose me. I'm quiet, I have no social skills whatsoever. No visible talent, unless you consider my writing a talent, but it still needs to be honed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, back to the question: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking this question with snobbishness or just asking it for the sake of hearing people list out my good attributes. I'm asking it because I don't feel qualified, because in that 50, there are undoubtedly those with better leadership skills than me, more talent than I have, and are able to socialize well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I was telling all this to Tooks last night, she quoted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"God doesn't choose the qualified, He qualifies the chosen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, by itself, I think says a lot. And it's also true. I never thought I would be one of the chosen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed last night. I'd already made up half my mind, but I wanted to talk to someone at school, someone who isn't family. But somehow I couldn't find the right person. Or the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the caller called again, at exactly 6. 17 pm today. I told them I hadn't discussed with Dad yet, because he came back so late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone in my immediate family knows, with the exception of the Fats, who is away at NS. We've discussed it, the parentals encouraged me to go for it. So have Tooks and Seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, what shall the answer be? A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in making the right choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-3841848181920027427?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3841848181920027427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/3841848181920027427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/04/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-5327796417842093864</id><published>2010-04-19T21:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:35:42.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Sweaty Runners Buy Drinks!</title><content type='html'>Ah, this blog is so dead, I don't even know why I still bother updating. But it's okay, I shall persevere and keep updating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the post title:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, not all of them bought. But when you see the post title, Sports Day immediately comes to mind, does it not? That's what this is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPORTS DAY&lt;/span&gt;, 18th April 2010. Or rather, KEJOHANAN OLAHRAGA SMKSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit lazy today, so I shall just let the pictures and captions to the talking. It's mostly of the marching groups, Interactors, and secenes in Zi Yean's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVY2jPWzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/xSWFrjNSEkg/s1600/IMG_6219.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVY2jPWzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/xSWFrjNSEkg/s320/IMG_6219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461834333542112050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuff. Early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVZHuhk4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/RoV9mKs90kA/s1600/IMG_6223.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVZHuhk4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/RoV9mKs90kA/s320/IMG_6223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461834338152846210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, it's a plane!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVZm4XCPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lCXVKPAqQAU/s1600/IMG_6227.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVZm4XCPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lCXVKPAqQAU/s320/IMG_6227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461834346515597554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lekir FTW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVZ0Q1WbI/AAAAAAAAAds/9vEVwS42mU0/s1600/IMG_6225.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVZ0Q1WbI/AAAAAAAAAds/9vEVwS42mU0/s320/IMG_6225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461834350107908530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stalker shot. FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVaZ8rH8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jw5zHwKXoC0/s1600/IMG_6236.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVaZ8rH8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jw5zHwKXoC0/s320/IMG_6236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461834360223899586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowding around our OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWnnqlrfI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5USA46ssGpY/s1600/IMG_6249.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWnnqlrfI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5USA46ssGpY/s320/IMG_6249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461835686756068850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what the nominees sold. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWnXN01wI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-M5BAIvkbMY/s1600/IMG_6244.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWnXN01wI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-M5BAIvkbMY/s320/IMG_6244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461835682340460290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephn's awesome picture, taken by me, naturally. XD jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWklxCIqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YcvreJp_wW8/s1600/IMG_6237.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWklxCIqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YcvreJp_wW8/s320/IMG_6237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461835634706621090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clothed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWkz6DGzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6ne7HAOwvkc/s1600/IMG_6238.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWkz6DGzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6ne7HAOwvkc/s320/IMG_6238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461835638502529842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stripped naked. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWoFDxyQI/AAAAAAAAAec/_dq82-6_NrM/s1600/IMG_6285.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xWoFDxyQI/AAAAAAAAAec/_dq82-6_NrM/s320/IMG_6285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461835694646348034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stalked her stalking other people. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXl43hhkI/AAAAAAAAAek/ixz6YaQfwYs/s1600/IMG_6253.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXl43hhkI/AAAAAAAAAek/ixz6YaQfwYs/s320/IMG_6253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461836756525614658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PBSM, my ex uniform unit in which I wasn't active at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXmYDEFDI/AAAAAAAAAes/ZNWHO3o-0Yg/s1600/IMG_6254.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXmYDEFDI/AAAAAAAAAes/ZNWHO3o-0Yg/s320/IMG_6254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461836764895515698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pandu Puteri, my present uniform unit in which I'm not active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXmilvbHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/T-BdQ4Lbi9Q/s1600/IMG_6255.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXmilvbHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/T-BdQ4Lbi9Q/s320/IMG_6255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461836767725317234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PKBM. I have no idea what this stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXm2Ams3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ipLW8lae7aw/s1600/IMG_6256.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXm2Ams3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ipLW8lae7aw/s320/IMG_6256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461836772938265458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXneiMClI/AAAAAAAAAfE/68-aFfBMMLA/s1600/IMG_6259.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xXneiMClI/AAAAAAAAAfE/68-aFfBMMLA/s320/IMG_6259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461836783816542802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puteri Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYtIJ_EzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_-ZylF2GXpk/s1600/IMG_6260.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYtIJ_EzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_-ZylF2GXpk/s320/IMG_6260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461837980400292658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadet Polis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ67D723I/AAAAAAAAAf0/pu_JtXll7z8/s1600/IMG_6261.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ67D723I/AAAAAAAAAf0/pu_JtXll7z8/s320/IMG_6261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461839316915051378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KRS. Sounds a bit like KNS. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYtpDrZpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/p7WD4UfGGUI/s1600/IMG_6263.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYtpDrZpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/p7WD4UfGGUI/s320/IMG_6263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461837989232207506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang Tuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYuEFAonI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xRxNVS9S5Qk/s1600/IMG_6267.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYuEFAonI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xRxNVS9S5Qk/s320/IMG_6267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461837996485550706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang Jebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYub8aPJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JyZbVRJZ2yY/s1600/IMG_6271.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYub8aPJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JyZbVRJZ2yY/s320/IMG_6271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461838002891930770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang Kasthuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYvf_SB2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/wNtA8Bc8p5U/s1600/IMG_6273.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xYvf_SB2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/wNtA8Bc8p5U/s320/IMG_6273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461838021157586786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang Lekir FTW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ7IAc1eI/AAAAAAAAAf8/A2qGS3j0SxI/s1600/IMG_6274.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ7IAc1eI/AAAAAAAAAf8/A2qGS3j0SxI/s320/IMG_6274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461839320390096354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ7g5S2KI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9oOVqUmHSKs/s1600/IMG_6276.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ7g5S2KI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9oOVqUmHSKs/s320/IMG_6276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461839327070967970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I too, cannot read the banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ70wSnMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/di5BdPRFuFI/s1600/IMG_6277.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ70wSnMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/di5BdPRFuFI/s320/IMG_6277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461839332401913026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang Lekiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ8NzGd8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Oa4wE3e__vQ/s1600/IMG_6299.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xZ8NzGd8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Oa4wE3e__vQ/s320/IMG_6299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461839339124586434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic super sweet wei. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbPerdQ3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/np2tn1x04xY/s1600/IMG_6306.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbPerdQ3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/np2tn1x04xY/s320/IMG_6306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461840769585070962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuvan with Charissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbPy-oWuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1QLWrwaAdBA/s1600/IMG_6313.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbPy-oWuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1QLWrwaAdBA/s320/IMG_6313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461840775034198754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now with Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbRGcC-rI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5aeaF98hc4w/s1600/IMG_6368.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbRGcC-rI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5aeaF98hc4w/s320/IMG_6368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461840797437721266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexy Seow and the sexy pizzas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbQCAWU-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/lUb1vwIoqr0/s1600/IMG_6316.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbQCAWU-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/lUb1vwIoqr0/s320/IMG_6316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461840779067937762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jezzy's undeniable adorableness. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbQhcEG3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/zQK-34FCYwo/s1600/IMG_6323.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/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xbQhcEG3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/zQK-34FCYwo/s320/IMG_6323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461840787505683314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunglasses ad. ;) So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeng &lt;/span&gt;pose some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. For more pics, go search on Facebook. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- Madd: The last pic nice right? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6687877780245386092-5327796417842093864?l=charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5327796417842093864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6687877780245386092/posts/default/5327796417842093864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charsiewpaoness.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweaty-runners-buy-drinks.html' title='Sweaty Runners Buy Drinks!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010611051544556904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S0c7qvtS1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EI4zQ4ielZw/S220/IMG_5136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8xVY2jPWzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/xSWFrjNSEkg/s72-c/IMG_6219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687877780245386092.post-3120149788990397344</id><published>2010-04-17T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:47:05.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Hit You With a Bowling Ball.</title><content type='html'>"Knock knock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bowling ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bowling ball who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bowling ball, I'm gonna hit you with a bowling ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it's lame, I know. But I either heard it or read it from somewhere, and it has something to do with this post so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn something new every day. And what I learned yesterday is this: don't ever go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt; with long &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fingernails&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt; ball will ruin your &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fingernails&lt;/span&gt; and it'll peel. Your&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; fingernails&lt;/span&gt; will peel. Not your finger, your fingernail. Like mine. It peeled. It's not really that painful, but it sure is annoying and disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yesterday, after school and after Interact general meeting, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heng 'Mushroom' Wei&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tze Yun&lt;/span&gt; and I went back to my house to bathe. Mommy was like, "Why is there a guy in our house?". LOL. But she was cool with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we picked up &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; from the bridge, then off to Pyramid we went. We met &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Musrhoom&lt;/span&gt;'s friend &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; at the Megalanes. Then we had to wait like 45 minutes for the event to start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461002164118911490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QS0VKVcH_Ok/S8lgiN3yegI/AAAAAAAAAdM/UmCLdOQwE6Q/s320/bowling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The event of topic: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bowling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competition&lt;/span&gt; organized by the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rotary Club of Bandar Sunway&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah. It was fun. Shoes were uncomfortable. I didn't do too bad for my first time, I guess. I even managed to knock all 10 pins down in one shot. Heh. :D It was only that one time though. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Madd&lt;/span&gt; doe
