<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716</id><updated>2012-01-27T19:57:20.322+11:00</updated><category term='drama'/><category term='return'/><category term='reports'/><category term='poem'/><category term='reality'/><category term='rage'/><category term='movies'/><category term='random'/><category term='laughs'/><category term='30 day challenge'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='commerce'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='school'/><category term='dedications'/><category term='boredom caused me to do this'/><category term='multicultural day'/><category term='everything'/><category term='life'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='city'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='cny'/><category term='family'/><category term='choices'/><category term='pinestock'/><category term='school.'/><category term='review'/><category term='new layout'/><category term='outing'/><category term='past'/><category term='update'/><category term='rant'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>don't worry, be happy ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>chiaa&amp;amp;jennnyy
are hereee. x]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-7365745587008622870</id><published>2012-01-27T17:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:53:15.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#161- cny, family time at its finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;With this new approach to a more &lt;i&gt;mature&lt;/i&gt; blog, it takes me at least 5 minutes to come up with a good beginning...and yet I am still yet to sound sophisticated. Evidently. Nonetheless, my attempt can be at least called an attempt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single moment in your existence, however insignificant it may be, contains substance with the capability of bringing you an extra inch further into your life. Now these moments come with emotions and may result in the forming, deforming, and unfortunately, the termination of some relationships, and corny as can be, I'll say, the most important of these relationships is your family. I have to admit, no matter how critical or destructive an argument can get, it is family that these individuals always come back to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, family &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; really amazing. Just the other night, it was Chinese New Year's Eve and also happened to be an Australian Open match including the family's favourite, Roger Federer. Well, my godmother's favourite. She's wise and experienced, but to see her with her family, all hyped up and childish made me realise how important family really is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really am such an amateur at writing maturely :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-7365745587008622870?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7365745587008622870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=7365745587008622870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/7365745587008622870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/7365745587008622870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/161-cny-family-time-at-its-finest.html' title='#161- cny, family time at its finest'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-8018925511490351698</id><published>2012-01-18T10:39:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:01:11.107+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#160- I'm making a comeback, better and wiser than ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwHQ-J9fY2k/TxYLs0gVbNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SSHNTyQnfr0/s1600/sydney-nye-fireworks-2012.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: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwHQ-J9fY2k/TxYLs0gVbNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SSHNTyQnfr0/s320/sydney-nye-fireworks-2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698755243120356562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot of people have returned to the blogging community, and I feel like I should also contribute a bit, but then again, when I blog, even I get bored of myself talk about my everyday life, so how can I expect you guys to read past the first line? - so I want to talk about more grown-up things because I aspire to be more mature. Sort of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's great that my comeback coincides with the beginning of 2012, nearly- the apocalypse year. Personally, I don't really give a f*** about the fact that the whole world is going to end, partially because I don't believe it's going to happen. As I revisited my blog, I noticed the header read f i f t e e n - this year, I'm turning 17... so I am wiser, better? I believe so. &lt;i&gt;(I'll change that header soon.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My last post dates back to October 13, 2010. Since then, I've met some amazing people and grown closer to those that were already there by my side. I've also survived my preliminary year and started my HSC year. &lt;i&gt;(The capitalisation of the letters signify it's importance.) &lt;/i&gt;Like I said, I get bored of myself talk about everyday life- so, I'll stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the new year has just arrived and what does that mean?- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Years Resolutions. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;We all know out of the ten that we make only one has even the &lt;i&gt;slightest&lt;/i&gt; chance of even surviving those 365/6 days, come to think of it, 2012 is a leap year! Another day to celebrate my and your existence, and of course a special day for those born on 29 of February. But really, the New Year is a time for reflection and change based on that reflection, and these goals that we decide on, they are our NYRs. We know everyone makes them based around being a better person, and I'm not going to lie, that's mine as well. We all just hope that they'll work out for the next few hundred days and we'll be alright...until reality hits and we know that it's not really going to work out like that. Even if it did, it'd be a pretty bland life with no exhilaration or anything. Maybe we're all better off just making smaller short-term goals for a month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;And regarding the past year or so that I've been away, I think I have become just a little bit better, and a little bit wiser. &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/3136879396359234716-8018925511490351698?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8018925511490351698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8018925511490351698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8018925511490351698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8018925511490351698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/160-im-making-comeback-better-and-wiser.html' title='#160- I&apos;m making a comeback, better and wiser than ever.'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwHQ-J9fY2k/TxYLs0gVbNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SSHNTyQnfr0/s72-c/sydney-nye-fireworks-2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6460283753666386101</id><published>2010-10-13T22:37:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:14:30.917+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 11 - another picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;photo spammm``&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWijYuhlHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/cHzxsy73o5c/s1600/45855_1515383815763_1569492867_31326705_3414204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWijYuhlHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/cHzxsy73o5c/s320/45855_1515383815763_1569492867_31326705_3414204_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527502846483862642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWg37elxsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/92zOT5L0tEM/s1600/13549_190730970977_557695977_3043267_1589030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWg37elxsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/92zOT5L0tEM/s320/13549_190730970977_557695977_3043267_1589030_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527501000386397890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWgyKnXdmI/AAAAAAAAAts/U8uerpzPSqw/s1600/34+-+gavinterroristeveryonekillinghim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWgyKnXdmI/AAAAAAAAAts/U8uerpzPSqw/s320/34+-+gavinterroristeveryonekillinghim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527500901370525282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWgbaOlIAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/aAC9qYJBE2M/s1600/Photo0427.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWgbaOlIAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/aAC9qYJBE2M/s320/Photo0427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527500510424539138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWgFgd1ywI/AAAAAAAAAtc/IUKTJsqjK58/s1600/02+-+luvoatcapitol.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWgFgd1ywI/AAAAAAAAAtc/IUKTJsqjK58/s320/02+-+luvoatcapitol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527500134142036738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWf9sH04_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Cp6YVErSifo/s1600/65+-+no+lifing.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWf9sH04_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Cp6YVErSifo/s320/65+-+no+lifing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527499999831974898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWcf1YRrjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UJ5PTIHnu6A/s1600/39+-+emma+proposes+to+liz+%2B+helen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWcf1YRrjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UJ5PTIHnu6A/s320/39+-+emma+proposes+to+liz+%2B+helen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527496188385930802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-6460283753666386101?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6460283753666386101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6460283753666386101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6460283753666386101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6460283753666386101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-11-another-picture-of-you-and-your.html' title='DAY 11 - another picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TLWijYuhlHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/cHzxsy73o5c/s72-c/45855_1515383815763_1569492867_31326705_3414204_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-8775932047296836695</id><published>2010-10-13T22:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:37:13.737+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 10 - songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad</title><content type='html'>I don't &lt;b&gt;usually&lt;/b&gt; have songs for when I'm especially emotional. Maybe. I usually listen to &lt;i&gt;RnB&lt;/i&gt; anyway. When I'm especially happy and feel like jumping around I listen to &lt;i&gt;doof doof&lt;/i&gt; music :) The cute ones. When I'm sad, I listen to Yiruma's music because Yiruma music is so calming and is the type you wish would play in real life when you're running through the rain.... in a drama. When I'm bored, I just put it on shuffle and play all the good songs. When I'm hyped, I listen to catchy songs that I &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; love and that I can sing to so I can sing to them. When I'm mad, I'm not really, or just lie in bed and cry :'( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &lt;i&gt;decided to blog TWICE today. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-8775932047296836695?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8775932047296836695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8775932047296836695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8775932047296836695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8775932047296836695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-10-songs-you-listen-to-when-you-are.html' title='DAY 10 - songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-903027587508810500</id><published>2010-10-09T20:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:56:02.965+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 9 - something you're proud of the past few days</title><content type='html'>These past few days I've got along with my parents quite well. Apart from the argument we had on Friday. But other than that, I've laughed with them and had fun with them. Not really. Just talked and laughed. But I'm proud of that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-903027587508810500?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/903027587508810500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=903027587508810500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/903027587508810500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/903027587508810500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-9-something-youre-proud-of-past-few.html' title='DAY 9 - something you&apos;re proud of the past few days'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6581006805219418310</id><published>2010-10-05T22:02:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:21:11.305+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Too cool for school?</title><content type='html'>I hear a lot of people around me saying that school is all bullshit. If not, school up to and including Year 10 is bullshit. Apparently, this way of thinking is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. No, it's not. Seriously, that leb guy's talk really got to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you want to achieve over 90 in the School Certificate?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If yes, are you studying like you want to get over 90 in the School Certificate?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Honestly, since day 1 in high school, our educators have been &lt;i&gt;trying &lt;/i&gt;to make sure that we are prepared for the School Certificate and Higher School Certificate. In return, our attitudes are such as &lt;i&gt;"Psh, school. It doesn't actually matter until Year 11 and 12.&lt;/i&gt;" And those that say &lt;i&gt;"As long as it doesn't show up on my report so my parents find out, it's okay."&lt;/i&gt; So, what about that massive report at the end of your high school years that reflects your learning for the past 6 years? You can hide mid-year reports from your parents, but there's no way you can hide your HSC result from your parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be completely contradictory, I used to think like this too. Why? I thought it was "cool" that I didn't care about school. But deep inside, I tried to get good marks. Why again? I want a &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; future. Not one that's screwed up because I thought it was &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; to do drugs in my mid-teenage years. Recently, I found myself a career path. One that I'm sure of and that will lead to a good future, if successful. To make it successful I have to do well in school, and by that, I have to &lt;b&gt;try.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that sound childish and &lt;i&gt;uncool&lt;/i&gt;? The fact that we go to school, not because that's where our friends are, but because we want to learn. I'm sure I could ask anyone in the world whether they wanted a good future or not and they would reply with &lt;i&gt;Yes, I do want a good future.&lt;/i&gt; There are some in this world who aren't as privileged as you are and can't even &lt;b&gt;afford&lt;/b&gt; education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If school didn't matter, &lt;i&gt;don't come.&lt;/i&gt; And don't go saying that your parents this your parents that... If you genuinely don't like school, don't want a future, run away. I'm going to tell you this plainly. You go to school to learn. It all adds up to your final mark that the rest of your future relies upon. For those that go to school and think that &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; think that school is bullshit and doesn't matter at all, think about why you come at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-6581006805219418310?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6581006805219418310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6581006805219418310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6581006805219418310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6581006805219418310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-cool-for-school_05.html' title='Too cool for school?'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1974133282563500024</id><published>2010-10-05T21:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:00:49.242+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 8 - short term goals for this month and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(88, 88, 88); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I "accidentally" skipped Day 7. But that's because I don't really know if anyone has had &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;much of an impact upon me. Neither will I have a picture of them. That's why, I "accidentally" skipped Day 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Day 8. Considering it's the holidays, I have a lot of goals related to catching up at school. I have heaps of short term goals in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Complete summaries for all subjects to be tested in School Certificate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Because I want to do well. Duh! Recently I attended a workshop that was planned to assist us in the preparation of our School Certificate. Well, they asked us a question. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you want to achieve over 90 in the School Certificate?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Of course, I said yes. But then they proceeded to ask: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you studying like you want to get over 90?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I guess not. So, I was planning to make summaries but I suppose that's not working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Get a pharmacy that will let me do work experience there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;At the beginning of the holidays, I kept on reminding myself about this. But, I forgot about it. Again. It is now going closer and closer to the end of the holidays and I have yet to find a place. What can I say? It slips my mind. A lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Get a formal dress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is the only goal that I've worked at achieving. I've gone out twice to go formal shopping. I'm not exactly what you call close to finding a dress. I know a few people that have already got their dresses, some with a back up dress. Me? Nothing. Not even a dress that can pass as a back up dress. I have to try harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So, as a result of this blog, I have a blog topic in mind. Won't keep you waiting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-1974133282563500024?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1974133282563500024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1974133282563500024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1974133282563500024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1974133282563500024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8-short-term-goals-for-this-month.html' title='DAY 8 - short term goals for this month and why'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1469445775537745612</id><published>2010-10-04T19:14:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:04:00.932+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>04102010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Recently, being the holidays, I've been burning holes in my wallet by watching many movies. I was going to review them all, but I guess I could do a brief little thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOOTnYJQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/SSojEZ_au0g/s1600/GOONG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOOTnYJQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/SSojEZ_au0g/s320/GOONG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524102794381370626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goong &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shame there was no half star, because I would have put 4.5 stars. I love this drama, but it's a bit long-winded and progresses really slow. That's why it lost a star. It's 26 episodes, I would recommend it, unless you're one of those people that will rage unless it goes faster. Like me. But I had time on my hands because it was the holidays. I also don't recommend this if you don't want to cry. To be honest, I don't think the Prince looks that hot, BUT it's still a good drama. Mostly Romance I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOKaFZ2_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/gWAhncd2UYc/s1600/gleeeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOKaFZ2_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/gWAhncd2UYc/s320/gleeeeeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524102727398448114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;★★★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I actually really like this. I'm a fan of singing and dancing things because they look really cool and yeh. But obviously, because they always happen to have a song that describes their life story, it makes it slightly unrealistic. And I doubt they give out free slushies, however, that's America we're talking about. And I also love Sue. She is like, cool :) Also, because I'm slow and only get the trends until after a while, I'm only on Season 1 ... T_T Yeh, sorry about that. From this, you get laughs? singing along with shit? Hell, I even danced. I'm lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOHS53eiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/TqCK8_xR--Q/s1600/easy-a-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOHS53eiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/TqCK8_xR--Q/s320/easy-a-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524102673931401762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Easy A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;★★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I didn't actually like this movie at all. I mean, it was alright, I'm too nice a person to give it less than 3 stars out of 5. Totally, not really. It's just about American schools with having to keep up a &lt;/span&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; reputation and all. It's not that great. Honestly, that's all I can say. I think I'm more into fantastical and not so generic movies. I think that's what alot of people are into now. Everything is the same now I swear. == Anyway, this is good for people who have already watched every other movie in the world and is bored to wit's end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOELgQVfI/AAAAAAAAAss/MfpUvuaemRI/s1600/Despicable-Me-Poster+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOELgQVfI/AAAAAAAAAss/MfpUvuaemRI/s320/Despicable-Me-Poster+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524102620405323250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;★★★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love this. Role reversal. Not generic. Not Easy A. Seriously, these minions are the cutest things. They don't talk English, which is what all cute things do and they squeal, which is also what cute things do and they're like one basic shape (cylinder) just rounded at the edges. And they're in OVERALLS. I repeat &lt;b&gt;OVERALLS.&lt;/b&gt; How could you not adore these? Honestly. Anyway, this is what it looks like, a kid's movie. What can I say, I love Disney, Pixar, everything that's for kids. AND THAT LITTLE KID. Okay, she talks English, but that's forgiven because she's small and has huge eyes and she has the cutest ponytail. So, this is for people who love kid's movies and cute things. I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmN_6ZLIeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6ixcypQSNxk/s1600/avatar+anime+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmN_6ZLIeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6ixcypQSNxk/s320/avatar+anime+poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524102547092742626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender (anime)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★★&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like this a lot better than the movie. Maybe because it didn't cut out like every second minute of what was happening and because it's a cartoon. And because they don't have a nationality. Everything's much prettier and not so poverty-stricken looking. I just love it because 1. kids and 2. just because. Actually, I don't really know why I like things, it's like when you ask me, &lt;i&gt;why don't I like tomato?&lt;/i&gt; because I don't. Also, don't compare tomato to congee. They are different. Rice is different. It's much more Asian and cooler. Anyway, this is for everyone like me who goes home after school to watch kids' cartoons. Nevermind. It's for cool people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmN5MKXvfI/AAAAAAAAAsc/WwLQyhp9Bd0/s320/405px-The_Last_Airbender_Poster.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524102431603408370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender (movie)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They pronounced his name wrong. It's Ang, not Aang. Wtf is a Aang. It's like &lt;i&gt;si haang&lt;/i&gt; (toilet in canto) without the &lt;i&gt;h&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, Ang looks like he's going to kill someone the whole time and at no point does he look happy. I swear. And Katara looks depressed and like she has eye bags all the time. Sokka has the weirdest hair, seriously, I've heard people actually insult people with this and they don't actually mean it literally, but it does look like someone put a mop on his head. Honestly. Furthermore, Zuko is just a really pissed off guy. Well he's like that in the anime, but in the movie, he has big eyes and they're not small and like a line which makes it more like his &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;angry and not pretending to be angry. I reckon, it would be a &lt;b&gt;much much much&lt;/b&gt; better movie if the actors were freaking Asian. Seriously, the Fire Nation is Indian, the Air Nomads are Eurasian, and the Water Tribe are white. There is something wrong with this film. The only normal ones are selected members of the Earth Kingdom who are &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; Asian. Otherwise, some others are also Eurasian. This is for people who can't be bothered to watch all the episodes of the anime, otherwise, I recommend watching the anime. Fully. &lt;/div&gt;__________&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On a side note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dear myself in 1o years time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I come to read this again, on this day 04102010, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;reallyyy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;trulyyy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; wonderful day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3136879396359234716-1469445775537745612?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1469445775537745612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1469445775537745612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1469445775537745612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1469445775537745612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/10/04102010.html' title='04102010'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKmOOTnYJQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/SSojEZ_au0g/s72-c/GOONG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-795684525476793021</id><published>2010-09-29T20:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:39:51.326+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 6 - my favourite superhero and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKMXbEtqbLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ubs-pbIGa0s/s1600/sailor+moon.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKMXbEtqbLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ubs-pbIGa0s/s320/sailor+moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522283321975532722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sailor Moon. self-explanatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, that's not true, I just don't really know any other superheros. Yes, I do, I just don't like them. In actual fact, I think Sailor Moon is really dumb. She's really dense and gullible. She takes ages to realise something is evil, and when she does, Luna the cat has to help her. She's so stupid she can't tell the difference between the person she hates and Tuxedo Mask whom she loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-795684525476793021?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/795684525476793021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=795684525476793021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/795684525476793021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/795684525476793021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-6-my-favourite-superhero-and-why.html' title='DAY 6 - my favourite superhero and why'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKMXbEtqbLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ubs-pbIGa0s/s72-c/sailor+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-8704888850884748383</id><published>2010-09-29T19:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:31:20.954+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>onomatopoeia .</title><content type='html'>There is something wrong with this literary technique. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onomatopoeia doesn't actually make sense. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Do pigs oink?&lt;/i&gt; No, they grunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. In the song, Baa baa Black Sheep, do you say ba ba, or baaa baaaa?&lt;/i&gt; Baaaa baaaa is more correct, because in fact, they do baaa baaa, and not ba ba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ETC. See, it doesn't make sense. Also, why is boom &lt;i&gt;boom&lt;/i&gt; and not doom. Why does it start with these particular sounds make b- sounds and not d- sounds or f- sounds ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what WY and I were wondering... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3136879396359234716-8704888850884748383?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8704888850884748383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8704888850884748383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8704888850884748383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8704888850884748383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/onomatopoeia.html' title='onomatopoeia .'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1295163273298040374</id><published>2010-09-28T21:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:37:36.475+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>28092010 - despicable me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHTQEpQV8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/EogE-LGoG3w/s1600/Despicable-Me-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHTQEpQV8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/EogE-LGoG3w/s320/Despicable-Me-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521926891211085762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ★★★★☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, went to city and watched Despicable Me. In fact, I just wanted to announce that, I didn't particularly feel like talking about it. What a waste of a post. But then again, who cares. That's all, and I made a new friend: Jessie Shu ! hello :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-1295163273298040374?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1295163273298040374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1295163273298040374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1295163273298040374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1295163273298040374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/28092010-despicable-me.html' title='28092010 - despicable me'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHTQEpQV8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/EogE-LGoG3w/s72-c/Despicable-Me-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-4995622763118253136</id><published>2010-09-28T21:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:28:17.540+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 2 - the meaning behind my obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REPEAT. I FORGOT TO MENTION SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;VITA Lemon Tea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHRNdA4nLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/siEyC9z0x-Q/s320/lemon+tea.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521924647189781682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am absolutely obsessed. I'm going through packs of these it's burning holes in my wallet. D: But I adore this lovely drink :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-4995622763118253136?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4995622763118253136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=4995622763118253136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4995622763118253136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4995622763118253136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-2-meaning-behind-my-obsessions_28.html' title='DAY 2 - the meaning behind my obsessions'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHRNdA4nLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/siEyC9z0x-Q/s72-c/lemon+tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3776566461711758929</id><published>2010-09-28T19:54:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:43:26.347+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 5 - a picture of a place you've been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHFxevlm_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IdqwL3vvqX0/s1600/Phoyo!_271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHFxevlm_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IdqwL3vvqX0/s320/Phoyo!_271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521912071989861362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is pretty lame, but I felt really epic as if I was in a movie. This is the really narrow pedestrian bridge above Warringah Rd near Forestway. So, I had to walk to Forestway today so when I was walking across the bridge, it felt taller than it looked. Luckily, it was still 8ish in the morning so I took a really shitty photo :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHEBROz4eI/AAAAAAAAArk/DZt7BobRPfE/s320/Phoyo!_183.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521910144217375202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHGc5HEUoI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zoRTHNC91a0/s320/Photo1969-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521912817802039938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to John Fisher Park for sport and just because I can. And it's green so it looks pretty. One of them is from ages ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3776566461711758929?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3776566461711758929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3776566461711758929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3776566461711758929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3776566461711758929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-5-picture-of-place-youve-been.html' title='DAY 5 - a picture of a place you&apos;ve been'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKHFxevlm_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IdqwL3vvqX0/s72-c/Phoyo!_271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-5245222747831909766</id><published>2010-09-27T20:41:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:00:36.207+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 4 - a habit you wish you didn't have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That must be my excessive impulse buying, eating, sleeping. In fact, I can sum that all up in one word: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;lazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Yeh, it's kind of an unfortunate habit to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKB48vPLiJI/AAAAAAAAArE/uExAa8_whLE/s320/mrlazy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 274px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521546128023849106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros (the very few of them):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› Gives me spare time to do things that I want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› It's obviously relaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› become more laid back and worry free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› At this point, I'm already struggling to find pros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› completeee time waster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› it doesn't help for skills in any way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› parents torture me all the time for being so lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› probably have a messy room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› probably have a messy wherever you are, whatever I own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› not very fit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› make use of bed a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› make use of nice carpet a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› make use of computer a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› make use of pantry a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› help shops earn money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› bad image (this is what my parents say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› it's lazy, &lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3136879396359234716-5245222747831909766?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5245222747831909766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=5245222747831909766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/5245222747831909766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/5245222747831909766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-4-habit-you-wish-you-didnt-have.html' title='DAY 4 - a habit you wish you didn&apos;t have'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TKB48vPLiJI/AAAAAAAAArE/uExAa8_whLE/s72-c/mrlazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3601097272883726322</id><published>2010-09-25T21:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:18:13.909+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 3 - a picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJ3Z5P0CwoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xKzeaHgKAn0/s1600/asian+invasion+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJ3Z5P0CwoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xKzeaHgKAn0/s320/asian+invasion+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520808295746683522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJ3Z5P0CwoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xKzeaHgKAn0/s1600/asian+invasion+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Courtesy of Cindy, it's all edited and everything, but yeh, I got it from Cindy's FB profile. TYVM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, these group of people are wonderful people. Shame it's missing some people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i.e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gavin - holding the camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wendy - generally doesn't like being photos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goddamn&lt;/b&gt; you two, why not get someone else to hold the camera and just come into the photo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I feel I've said this kind of stuff already. So I'm just going to stop now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3601097272883726322?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3601097272883726322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3601097272883726322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3601097272883726322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3601097272883726322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-3-picture-of-you-and-your-friends.html' title='DAY 3 - a picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJ3Z5P0CwoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xKzeaHgKAn0/s72-c/asian+invasion+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6676760289861593923</id><published>2010-09-22T20:59:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:00:12.697+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 2 - the meaning behind my obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This day was supposed to be &lt;b&gt;the meaning behind my blog name&lt;/b&gt;. But to be honest, I don't really have a meaning behind &lt;i&gt;xxchia&lt;/i&gt;. Chia is a what I get called, xx is just generic so why not put it in front and pretend I'm cool. So, as a result, I changed this to the meaning behind my obsessions that I can think of. I'll endeavour to try 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJsln7dM6pI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HmkHXY3SN8s/s320/plushies.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520047136177973906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;Plushies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Honestly, how could you &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; adore these things. They're cute and cuddly and they've got faces on them ! Every single asian plushie has a face on them, otherwise they're just exceptionally cute by themselves. You name it, they have a face: tofu, riceballs, radishes etc. &lt;i&gt;Why is this an&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; obsession? &lt;/i&gt;Why is that even a question... They're just right to cuddle, listen to you, everything. That sounds a bit depressing but the point is they're so comforting to be around and just &lt;b&gt;OMG&lt;/b&gt; they are plushies, impossible not to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJsnbYET-II/AAAAAAAAAqk/bufaMuQOT3o/s320/pokemon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520049119543163010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Pokemon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Don't love this? You're weird. It makes me feel so accomplished when I raise a pokemon up to a particular level and even happier when it evolves! Pokemon are all so cool and awesome. Again, there is no particular reason to me being obsessed with this. I loved it back in primary school, I still like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJyO9iQntXI/AAAAAAAAAq0/of03OrbJOzk/s320/disney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520444431069066610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Disney&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could you not like Disney. Disney is like the symbol of my childhood. The symbol of my teenage years. The symbol of my life. Disney as well as Pixar. They are like, OMG i love all their movies. They show the perfect life, well at least it ends perfect and just presents me with the goodness of being happy and in love. How many stories are based off Walt Disney's stories. I'm pretty sure it's a guy so I'll just say he: he is so omg, okay, I don't have a word for it. I mean, how could you not love Mickey Mouse? Donald Duck? Goofy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Watching dramas/movies that make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually you wouldn't want to cry, but movies that make me cry take me away from it all and make me feel better inside that I'm not them. Unless it's a happy cry - in that case, I wish I was them. T_T THEY'RE JUST SO TOUCHING ! Classics such as The Notebook, and then those HK dramas and those Korean dramas. They all make me cry. In fact, a lot of things make me cry. Yeh, I cried in Toy Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Procrastinating&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often have nothing to do, and in times like those, I procrastinate. It's not really an obsession, it's more a habit. A habit that a lot of people have. I'm pretty sure at least once in a lifetime, you will experience this. It's not a good thing, but it's satisfying to know that you're &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; doing work. It makes me feel so much more, not accomplished, just less carefree. But then at around about 11:00PM I realise that I should really start, I mean, it's due tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post sounded much more interesting in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time around, I'm aiming for further than Day 7. I checked and my last one ended at 7. Congratulations to Emma who was the only one who succeeded. &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/3136879396359234716-6676760289861593923?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6676760289861593923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6676760289861593923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6676760289861593923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6676760289861593923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-2-meaning-behind-my-obsessions.html' title='DAY 2 - the meaning behind my obsessions'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJsln7dM6pI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HmkHXY3SN8s/s72-c/plushies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-4722402836356748088</id><published>2010-09-21T22:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:25:14.951+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>DAY 1 - picture of yourself and 15 facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJikFxTn4RI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DKXUwoaqokk/s1600/ooft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJikFxTn4RI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DKXUwoaqokk/s320/ooft.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519341762384486674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck, today, I happened to get a photo of myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 facts;;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I'm actually not such a nice person. I can bitch a lot, backstab a lot. You see, I'm not very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I'm actually really dependent on my friends and I couldn't live without them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I try to be humorous but in fact I'm not and I try to cover it up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I try to make situations that are actually serious, humorous, that makes people think I'm weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I'm actually a &lt;b&gt;POKEMON&lt;/b&gt; fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I really love the feeling of being loved and being special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I'm a fatass gossiper. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› Some people out there, probably hate me, and I know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I hate tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› There are a few basic needs in my life: water, food, clothing, shelter, money, good skin, happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I'm quite hyper much of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I love Jenny Park. I love making fun of her. I love D&amp;amp;Ming with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I like to imagine I'm part of a drama and something epic is happening to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I have imaginary friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;› I don't mind being at school as long I'm with people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-4722402836356748088?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4722402836356748088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=4722402836356748088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4722402836356748088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4722402836356748088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-1-picture-of-yourself-and-15-facts.html' title='DAY 1 - picture of yourself and 15 facts'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJikFxTn4RI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DKXUwoaqokk/s72-c/ooft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1154754890269016985</id><published>2010-09-21T20:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:01:42.866+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>7 things I hate about some people .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJiI0_W4CWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Jt7oiQvJ-Js/s1600/2nbwt3d.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJiI0_W4CWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Jt7oiQvJ-Js/s320/2nbwt3d.jpg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519311787284498786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are just some things that piss me off a lot. I actually found it hard to hate someone, but there are just some things, and they're not that little:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;When people start feeling self-conscious about their body shape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people really do have a good body shape, and they don't mind it. But other people just complain and complain and complain some more how they have fat here and fat there. You are fine. Do you really want to know the extent of fat you have on you? Go look at a remote control. I'm not going to say stick, because that would also be unhealthy. And also, you're 15/16, you don't need to count your calorie intake and you most definitely don't need to skip meals. Just to let you know, it doesn't help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;When people can't admit the truth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E.g. You are &lt;b&gt;really &lt;/b&gt;pretty. Someone compliments you. You say "No, what the fxck is wrong with your head." &lt;b&gt;No, seriously. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; should be the one saying that to you. Can you just accept the compliment. You are pretty, accept it. And then there are people that are just freakishly smart. Again, they say, "No, I'm dumb, what the fxck are you talking about." Again, @#%#$^$%*$. Enough said. Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Pretences &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to discriminate you because you're different. So just be you. Please. There's nothing wrong with being a bitch. Somewhere in all of us, there's one of those. You're more likely to be closer to people if you show your true self. In most cases. The point is you don't have to be any different around me than with other people because it makes me feel sad that you do. :/ Also, don't lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;People with awesome auras and a cool charisma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you that are just cool and attract people. Screw you. Sorry, I don't have anything against you, it's just WHY CAN'T I BE LIKE THAT. Gosh, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; want to be able to attract people. You have an awesome ability, don't take it for granted. Seriously. But then again, don't feel too self-conceited. That's just not cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;* At this point, can you tell I'm running out of things to say. Because I am, I actually struggle to hate people. It' just not something I can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;When they ask me something and I can't say no because that would be rude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I would let you anyway, so why do you ask. But when I really want something, but you ask me, I can't say no. But then again, that doesn't happen very much. Just do what every body else does, and just take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;When they chuck a rage at you even though you have no idea what they are talking about and how it doesn't concern you at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I laugh in the face of this. It doesn't have anything to do with me. I don't mind if you talk to me about it. Just calm it down a notch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;When people pretend to like you, but they actually don't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I hate this aspect of myself too. Yeh, there are some parts of you that I don't really like and I know there are parts of me which you don't like, so don't pretend to like me and get my hopes up saying I have a friend, oh wait, no, she's just a &lt;i&gt;frenemy. &lt;/i&gt;Argh, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-1154754890269016985?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1154754890269016985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1154754890269016985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1154754890269016985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1154754890269016985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/7-things-i-hate-about-some-people.html' title='7 things I hate about some people .'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJiI0_W4CWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Jt7oiQvJ-Js/s72-c/2nbwt3d.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-4454126366906140489</id><published>2010-09-21T20:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:18:05.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day challenge</title><content type='html'>LOL, yeh, I decided to do another 30 day challenge. But perhaps I won't restrict myself to 30 days and I'll do it when I feel like it. Recently I am getting spurred on to blog. Perhaps it's the boredom. I would like suggestions on what to do in your free time :) I'm &lt;i&gt;freaking&lt;/i&gt; bored. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, so yeh, I have another list of 30 things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1 - recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 - the meaning behind your blog name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 - a picture of you and your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4 - a habit that you wish you didn't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5 - a picture of somewhere you've been to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6 - favourite super hero and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7 - a picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8 - Short term goals for this month and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 9 - something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10 - songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11 - another picture of you and your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12 - How you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 13 - a letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 14 - a picture of you and your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 15 - put your iPod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 16 - another picture of yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 17 - someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 18 - plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 19 - nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 20 - someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 21 - a picture of something that makes you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 22 - what makes you different from everyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 23 - something you crave for a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 24 - a letter to your parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 25 - things you would find in my bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 26 - What do you think about your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 27 - why are you doing this challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 28 - a picture of you from last year and what has changed since then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 29 - what have you learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 30 - your favourite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there we have it. Good luck to me ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-4454126366906140489?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4454126366906140489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=4454126366906140489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4454126366906140489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4454126366906140489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 day challenge'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-7333051684223203526</id><published>2010-09-16T21:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:10:55.522+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>parents and child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJNMi_KCjeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/boupTFGB2fE/s1600/family-lifestyle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJNMi_KCjeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/boupTFGB2fE/s320/family-lifestyle.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517838132411796962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess there are two sides to this argument. I'll tell you the optimistic side of it all. Can you all, with complete certainty say that you &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; your parents? There's probably a selection of kids out there that do have the right to say such a thing, but take that aside. When I ask you, &lt;i&gt;'Why do you hate your parents?&lt;/i&gt; am I yet again going to be faced with the answers:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; ›› &lt;/span&gt;They don't understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this. &lt;i&gt;How?&lt;/i&gt; I've gone through situations like this. Maybe not as severe as yours... but in a way, I've still gone through this. By undergoing changes and talking to my parents, I guess I've triggered a switch in our relationship and each party has a better understanding of the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one day, random moment of the day, I was doing chores with my mum and I started talking to her about my social life. At first, she thought I did the weirdest things. These were such as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; ›› &lt;/span&gt;Our generation can hang around with guys that aren't our boyfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; ›› &lt;/span&gt;we can go to some guy's house and we will not do something weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; ›› we can act friendly with a guy and we don't have to be going out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, it was all based around relationships between guys and girls. Honestly, Asian parents think of every possibility that may occur within anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, she told me stories about when she was young and I came face to face with one of those stories that only ever occur in dramas. But it actually happened to someone around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was this guy and he was so in love with a girl, that when she came to Australia to study, he followed her here, even though he was quite poor and could only just afford it. Anyways, once he got here, in short, the girl dumped him for an old rich pedophile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You agree right, only happens in movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point for today is, your relationship with your parents may not be that good, but step by step, I hope you can try talk to your parents about your personal life and gradually it will be like your relationship is becoming more open and honest. This way, it is more likely that your parents may understand you and you won't really have a reason to say why you dislike them, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, try to think more optimistically. I know I'm being overly optimistic, and I'm only talking about the most ideal situation, but I like to think that everyone will have their own &lt;b&gt;happily ever after&lt;/b&gt;. Because you know what, without your parents, where would you be? They've pretty much led you throughout your whole life. Helped you make choices, survive the toughest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And please don't tell me that your parents don't want to. No matter how many times your parents call you fat, say you're ugly, say that a bit of pork is more useful than you &lt;i&gt;(personal experience)&lt;/i&gt;, you have to realise that you &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; their child, and there's nothing you, nor they, can do about it. Honestly, there's no such thing as a parent wishing they hadn't given birth to their child. Deep down, they &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; love you for who you are, even with all those flaws. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; don't say that your parents hate you, and same goes for you hating them. Think about it, it's not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-7333051684223203526?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7333051684223203526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=7333051684223203526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/7333051684223203526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/7333051684223203526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/parents-and-child.html' title='parents and child'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TJNMi_KCjeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/boupTFGB2fE/s72-c/family-lifestyle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-338818961790731733</id><published>2010-09-14T19:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:49:07.656+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>you're beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TI9DBtm3G9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/080o-c2zpzI/s1600/water-drops-on-flower-bud_422_15434.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TI9DBtm3G9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/080o-c2zpzI/s320/water-drops-on-flower-bud_422_15434.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516701765253667794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone has their own beauty.&lt;/i&gt; Legend?&lt;i&gt; No, it's true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people don't believe in their own beauty. And you know what, that's ridiculous. I know many people that are overly self-conscious about their appearance. But you know what, do something for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; ››&lt;/span&gt; Define beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guess is, the first few things you thought of were the physical forms of beauty. Ever heard of inner beauty? I feel absolutely sure that I can bet you all of my possessions that somewhere inside you, you are beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What defines you is your own individual beauty. It may be your bubbly personality, your intelligence or your sardonic attitudes that attracts the people around you. For me, I can be pretty bitchy, can get highly annoying and loud, but I'm fairly happy all the time. This is because I know that there is someone there for me and don't mind my flaws, but rather accepts them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And honestly, if you're still worried about your face or your figure, trust me on this &lt;b&gt;you're beautiful&lt;/b&gt;. You may cover those pores and pimples or your flawless skin but people will be able to see that outrageously stunning self inside of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those that think that they have no beauty, your self-esteem is obviously pretty low. Look at yourself in the mirror, don't go saying &lt;i&gt;'Eww, it's a pimple on my nose'&lt;/i&gt;. How about you be a bit more optimistic and say &lt;i&gt;'Wow, my hair is nice today'. &lt;/i&gt;Don't go saying there is nothing there to compliment either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face it, you're beautiful. 88.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, shall I bother drawing your attention to the new layout, or have you noticed already. Archives are on the bottom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-338818961790731733?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/338818961790731733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=338818961790731733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/338818961790731733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/338818961790731733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-beautiful.html' title='you&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TI9DBtm3G9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/080o-c2zpzI/s72-c/water-drops-on-flower-bud_422_15434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-7383951984476867619</id><published>2010-09-13T20:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:20:38.423+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>path to the unknown . the future . the reality ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TI36gvIvVHI/AAAAAAAAApU/AYREizLVqPk/s1600/path+to+the+unknown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TI36gvIvVHI/AAAAAAAAApU/AYREizLVqPk/s320/path+to+the+unknown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516340558914606194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you think about it, every second of our time we're spending, is another step towards our future. Just sitting here, sipping at my lemon tea and with a twisted ankle, just thinking about the most useless things: that really doesn't look like a face, domino's oven baked sandwiches... what is it doing? Reality is.. nothing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in Year 10, and I have a rough idea of where my future is going to take me. Whether this is a success or not, I don't know . Hopefully, like many other people, I'd prefer if it went the way I wanted to. So, the reality. In 1 year, I'll be doing preliminaries, a year and a half after that, I'll be doing my HSC. After that, I won't have anymore guidance from teachers. Should be fun right? But underneath all that celebrating of having freedom, you realise that it is at this time, that you start making choices, by yourself, and it will affect not only you, but your family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what about after uni? From there, find your own job. Something that you'll enjoy and have to endure for a while. Right now, I can't even predict what the future is going to be like. When I was younger, I didn't really have any close friends, friends I could tell every single, even if it hurt them. But now, I think I've really changed. The people around me may hate me, love me, don't know me, but they've made me who I am. As for the future, I don't want to lose them. In fact, I have a fear: &lt;i&gt;fear of losing people&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cliche: &lt;i&gt;Taking a step on to the path to the unknown.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;88&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/3136879396359234716-7383951984476867619?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7383951984476867619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=7383951984476867619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/7383951984476867619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/7383951984476867619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/09/path-to-unknown-future-reality.html' title='path to the unknown . the future . the reality ...'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TI36gvIvVHI/AAAAAAAAApU/AYREizLVqPk/s72-c/path+to+the+unknown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6809066368833825945</id><published>2010-08-23T22:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:07:57.908+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>day today - person i hate the most for today</title><content type='html'>GAVIN . i don't actually hate you . i just heavily despise you . a lot . LEVEL 26 OKAY . but anyways, even though I hate you , you helped me in a way .&lt;div&gt;- i can have a chance to so called &lt;b&gt;get a life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- my laptop will blue screen less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- adobe can finally update&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- my laptop has finally been shut down after a few more than a few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAVIN. I WANT TO CRY. A WEEK OF MY TIME. 5400+ DEATHS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cbf typing anymore . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;88&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-6809066368833825945?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6809066368833825945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6809066368833825945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6809066368833825945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6809066368833825945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-today-person-i-hate-most-for-today.html' title='day today - person i hate the most for today'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6249798302637854182</id><published>2010-08-12T18:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:44:41.784+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>love's worth love.</title><content type='html'>This isn't part of my 30 day thing which is obviously not showing up. But you know, I don't know, I'm not in the mood to to really blog about some things. Just, yeh, I'm having a down moment. Anyway, I was cleaning my room and I found my everything book and a poem I wrote ages ago. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_ _ _&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A second then a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time keeps ticking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minutes to hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You keep me thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's love worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worth continuous breaking of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By a guy my mind keeps thinking of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making me fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding hands in the sunset glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wrapped in the arms of ones held dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love's arrow placed in Cupid's bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light kisses on each cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intense on each other's lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting across from each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drinking coffee in silent sips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not particularly asking for an opinion. Just Emma wanted me to post it somewhere. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;88&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/3136879396359234716-6249798302637854182?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6249798302637854182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6249798302637854182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6249798302637854182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6249798302637854182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/loves-worth-love.html' title='love&apos;s worth love.'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6999361843640601263</id><published>2010-08-07T11:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:37:32.150+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>day 7 - ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush</title><content type='html'>At times I feel these topics are a bit too vague. I did not fail this challenge; I just found it awkward to write a blog about such D&amp;amp;M stuff with people around me. But now I'm alone and free to blabber and edit out the parts that are a bit too revealing and too embarrassing about me. This may be a blog, but I know people still read it. As in, sometimes I feel uneasy when this stuff is known to who knows who as I have no idea who reads this. So for my day 7, out of the many choices given I guess I’ll do my last ex. So, Daran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, during the time I was with you I was &lt;i&gt;mega mega&lt;/i&gt; happy. :) But I’m also really happy now that we’re still friends and it doesn’t feel as awkward as it does in TV dramas and movies. Before we got to know each other I actually had no idea who you were; but I guess I do now and I’m happy that I do. I looked forward to every day and couldn’t wait for each outing. Even now it’s great that we’re still good friends unlike in my other relationships… But I guess that’s the beauty of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the warmth I felt in your hugs and the warmth of your hand. It makes me smile, the times we’ve had but also makes me wish it could’ve lasted longer than it did. I like how I could randomly be swept up in a hug and my heart would do what they call a &lt;b&gt;ba-thump&lt;/b&gt;. Experiencing happiness, sadness, loneliness was all worth it. The butterflies in my stomach that would come out to play when I saw you, the major corny phrase, sweetness of your smile… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how we started out as friends and progressed to going out and after that we were still friends and we don’t (well I don’t) remember you as my ex, but more like a friend. I enjoy sharing moments with you and I treasure every memory we shared. Even if you weren’t my first relationship you’ll always remain, even if it is in the back of mind, I’ll always remember the person who changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so corny. 88.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-6999361843640601263?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6999361843640601263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6999361843640601263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6999361843640601263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6999361843640601263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-7-ex-boyfriendgirlfriendlovecrush.html' title='day 7 - ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-4565198172874512044</id><published>2010-08-06T22:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:05:36.632+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>day 6 - a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;A stranger. There are so many that I could choose from. But out of those 6.7 billion people, I decided to choose this one stranger that I see when I go to my bus stop every morning. He seems to be my marker? (Someone that tells me if I'm late or not.) You see, every morning he gets off the bus and crosses the road (where I see him most) at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="10" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;8:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;. If I see him, I'm not late, if I don't, I'm late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;His face is kind of mysterious, I don’t know whether he’s pissed at me for recognising him as the person who I see in the morning or whether it is just the morning drowsiness. He’s Asian and his dyed brown hair is so pretty I kind of want it. Recently, he started wearing ‘fob’ glasses but I’m not sure whether they have an actual lens inside because he crosses the road away from the sun so I can’t see the reflection in the lens. His face is kind of thin and he can look evil. He walks in a slouch and seems to despise the cold weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Like Emma, I don’t expect to meet this person any time in the future, nor will I ever talk to this person so therefore I can also (like Emma) assume things about him. I assume he doesn’t really like scarves. He seems kind of like a nerd. But also, I can’t imagine him being one of those ‘hot’ guys walking around the city. But he can’t be one of those ‘cute’ guys either, because his face can be evil at times and therefore he doesn’t have the ability to be ‘cute’. You know, he’s like one of those guys that CAN look really cute if they smile more often. But sadly, this guy doesn’t smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;He has one of those stares that are like glares. This also exemplifies his inability to be ‘cute’. He’s still good looking though. Now I’m wondering to myself why I continuously note why I keep calling him evil. His face is kind of intimidating, his whole stance is actually. His aura is kind of like a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;‘not to be messed with’&lt;/i&gt; type of person. Maybe because the sun is behind him all the time which makes him powerful looking and then he just gives you a glare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Nevertheless, this stranger is an interesting character. Nearly like someone out of a drama. And then what happens next is a quirky and stubborn girl pops into his life and at first he hates her and she only wants to be his friend but then they fall in love. They feel astonished at each other’s feelings but then they accept them. However, they’re from two different family and their families… you get the picture. It’s called Boys Before Flowers. That’s what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Day 6 was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-4565198172874512044?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4565198172874512044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=4565198172874512044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4565198172874512044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4565198172874512044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-6-stranger.html' title='day 6 - a stranger'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-8821458481207759310</id><published>2010-08-05T22:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:45:42.158+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>day 5 - your dreams</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's only 5 days and still another 25 to go. I'm losing to keeping up with this 30 days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, I'm already getting lazy. Anyway, on with day 5: my dreams? Honestly, I don't really have that much ambition stored in this tiny body of mine but &lt;i&gt;I can dream&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, every girl's dream is to have the dream man right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, we can leave that until later because that can't really apply until later in life. First of all, I need to have a smooth life because I'm too lazy to solve any obstacles that come my way. I have dreams that my life goes exactly as planned. i.e. finish high school, get a degree at uni, get a job, marry some guy, &lt;b&gt;adopt &lt;/b&gt;probably, ETC. Anyhow, that's so cliche, but I like cliche, no problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another dream, also cliche: &lt;b&gt;money&lt;/b&gt;. I dream of bathing in this stuff. I dream of my wallet being endlessly filled with this so called &lt;b&gt;money&lt;/b&gt;. But basically, all my other dreams rely on this one dream. I want to travel and shop and everything else that includes spending. It makes me happy to spend because it makes me feel like i have money making me feel happy because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;, my point is proven? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I dream of is meeting all the people I look up to if you know what I mean. If only I could been born in a drama then life would be much more exciting. I could meet all these cool people and then I could be like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;, I have a social life. Joking, I love the one I have now. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On with my dreams, there aren't very many anymore. And I can't be screwed anymore either so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;, doesn't matter. 88. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-8821458481207759310?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8821458481207759310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8821458481207759310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8821458481207759310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8821458481207759310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-5-your-dreams.html' title='day 5 - your dreams'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6580227816551067577</id><published>2010-08-04T22:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:16:14.818+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>day 4 - closest sibling</title><content type='html'>Again, this could be a repeat of my parents one. Just plain ranting about the most typical little brother things that annoy the hell out of you. For one thing, he always copies me with everything and then he gets treated nicely by my parents instead of me. &lt;i&gt;Well I'm sorry that I don't get high distinctions in absolutely everything&lt;/i&gt;. Oh gee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike how you play games when you're supposed to be doing work and then when I want to use the computer that you're using you say you have to do homework. I dislike how you avoid chores by faking a stomachache and then Mum makes me do my chores AND your chores. I dislike it how you suck up to Mum and Dad and make me seem like the stupid child and I dislike how you're so whiny, and naggy and won't do things when you're asked to. I dislike how you're slow at doing everything and waste your time because then Dad gets pissed at you and then he finds a reason to get pissed at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I don't have much time today, so I'll leave it at that. BUT there is a lot more that I could say. Just not now.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; 88&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/3136879396359234716-6580227816551067577?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6580227816551067577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6580227816551067577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6580227816551067577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6580227816551067577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-4-closest-sibling.html' title='day 4 - closest sibling'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1156340494077112053</id><published>2010-08-03T22:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:39:46.181+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>day 3 - parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;This could really go on for ages like Jenny Park but too bad I don’t have the time or the patience to do it. I really dislike it when my parents don’t understand me and how they don’t trust me being with my friends. They have some generalisation that all 15- and 16- year olds make up all the crimes in this world and apparently I’m associated with the ‘bad people’. Sometimes I just get annoyed and try to retaliate. But I can’t, because then I’m not respecting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I do recognise that if it weren’t for my parents, then I wouldn’t be where I am now, but I also realise that with them here restraining me from doing anything, I won’t be able to get anything that allows me to progress into the next stage of creating any sort of bond with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The only time my parents decide to notice me is when I have done something wrong or when I’ve made a flaw. Sadly, even when I overcome one flaw, they somehow find another one to pick one. When I have achieved something commendable, they dismiss it as if it was something normal and I could get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I figure I shouldn’t badmouth my parents so much considering how much they have done for me. But honestly, I would like to have a bit more control over my life. I get told what to do at home, at school at anywhere. The only escape I have is to sleep, that’s why I pretend to be asleep all the time that they’re around. Otherwise, I just have to be the obedient little girl that they always hoped for but never got because it’s me and not some other family friend’s daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I really also despise how I get compared to other people and not to the score overall. For example 90% is considered stupid when a family friend got 95%. Ridiculous. But now I feel guilty for saying so many bad things about you. Look, I’ll dedicate a whole paragraph to all the good things you do for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Thanks for looking after me these 15 years of my life in which all my achievements that I have received haven’t been worth very much. Thank you for supporting me with money and an education some discipline and a lot more that I should be thankful for. I hope in the future that I will be able to be more open with you and you won’t criticise everything that I do that I can have a more honest relationship with you and I can tell you about my friends and how good they are to me and how my marks aren’t up to your standard but I won’t have to hide them from you because you’ll understand that I’m not as good as you were when you were in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;On top of that, I’m living in the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; 88.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-1156340494077112053?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1156340494077112053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1156340494077112053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1156340494077112053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1156340494077112053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3-parents.html' title='day 3 - parents'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-530605704545956206</id><published>2010-08-03T22:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:40:09.036+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>day 2 - crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Honestly, I’m feeling a bit open but don’t feel like talking too much about this. Please refrain from mentioning this to me ever again. YEH, that’s right this is much shorter than&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Day 1&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;My crush remains nameless to you blog readers out there. I’m annoyed at myself for liking this kind of person because it makes me feel lonely and sad, but 5% of the time, it can make me feel warm and fuzzy inside just because you’re and talking to me. The fact that I like you pisses me off but I can’t help it if my heart chooses to reach out in that direction. It angers me that love can be so painful but it can’t be helped that it’s you and not someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVING ON&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; 88&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-530605704545956206?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/530605704545956206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=530605704545956206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/530605704545956206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/530605704545956206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-crush.html' title='day 2 - crush'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3286853085857874487</id><published>2010-08-03T22:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:40:57.882+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>day 1 - best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Maybe it’s our mutual friendship that blogger failed to save my post too and here I am again typing out all the things I love about you. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Ring a bell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; So here we go and you’re next to me anymore. Sad, but true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I guess if I were to list every single thing that made me happy would cost a fortune of my time. Too bad because I have to do&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Day 2&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Day 3&lt;/span&gt; tonight as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“JENNY PARK I LOVE YOU SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THAT’S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD ALREADY KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I CAN’T FIND WORDS THAT RHYME WITH RETARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT ALL IN ALL YOU’RE A STUPID RETARD. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Do you like my loving song? I like it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;All in all, seeing your happy face makes me feel warm inside. When I see you feel down, I get worried when I don’t hear any reassuring words coming from your mouth saying that you’re genuinely fine. I like seeing your happy face otherwise deep down inside something stirs and I don’t have a good night’s sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I like how when I make fun of you and behave embarrassingly around you, you get annoyed but join in after a while. I find you a stupid retard but you’re a very pretty one at that. When I’m happy I’m mostly with you and when I’m foolish you’re also there for me. When I’m not at my happy peak (rare when you’re around) you help me up with your retarded acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I admire your every move (mostly) and I like how we like the same things and do so many things together. I like how you pushed me onwards with your encouraging words. I like how we have matching sweaters by accident (psychic powers), matching eye shadow palettes, matching bus passes etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I like how the smallest details make you the person you are and how the person you are is the type of person that I love. If only there were a guy version of you. If only. I like how sometimes the negative things (getting annoyed at hair being messy) make up you. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;One stupid person’s garbage is Chia’s treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I love how I could find a person like you on this Earth to be my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="NoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I love how I could write so much more about you but I need to move on to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt; since I’m lagging behind with posts. I’m sorry all.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; 88&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3286853085857874487?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3286853085857874487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3286853085857874487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3286853085857874487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3286853085857874487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1-best-friend_03.html' title='day 1 - best friend'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1950506892563956857</id><published>2010-08-02T13:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:00:44.371+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Follower of Cindy's New Challenge.</title><content type='html'>I, a follower of Cindy's blog, have decided to follow in the footsteps of her and attempt this challenge with her. This challenge lasts 30 days in which each day a topic is set for me so I don't have to go through the task of deciding on something to blog about. I should have started yesterday, so I'll do two days worth of posts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't think I will succeed as much. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;88&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-1950506892563956857?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1950506892563956857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1950506892563956857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1950506892563956857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1950506892563956857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/08/follower-of-cindys-new-challenge.html' title='Follower of Cindy&apos;s New Challenge.'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-2052167265357097449</id><published>2010-07-10T20:03:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:14:40.485+10:00</updated><title type='text'>10/07/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDhTSG6pmyI/AAAAAAAAApE/E6dzyN2s5TQ/s1600/2009+no+lives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDhTSG6pmyI/AAAAAAAAApE/E6dzyN2s5TQ/s320/2009+no+lives.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492231316137679650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good evening all ! I honestly have nothing to say however I have a sudden urge to blog. That's right. I'm having a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;brain malfunction&lt;/span&gt;. I decided that with each blog post, to make them more interesting, I will honour them each with a picture of mine. Pretty similar to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Jenny's&lt;/span&gt; huh , YEH . Unoriginal right here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I originally thought that I wanted to make my blog more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;D&amp;amp;M BLOG&lt;/span&gt;, but I guess my mind is too busy procrastinating to even think of topics to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;D&amp;amp;M &lt;/span&gt;about. Asking Gavin what to blog about, he told me a blog is to express emotions, not to find emotions to blog about. Well, too bad. My only true emotion is my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt; that I can't find a thing to blog about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;05/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Today, a bunch of us went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Daran's house&lt;/span&gt; to do nothing in particular. First, I hung around the mall with my mum. I swear she was like trying to stop me from going by taking as much time as she didn't need to look at stuff. You could tell by the way she suddenly loved to shop.  I got there at around 1? and it took me so long to get up the driveway &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;(T_T)&lt;/span&gt; I do need some exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; dyed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Dave's&lt;/span&gt; regrowth and ate some popcorn at the same time. Popcorn all over the bathroom floor. Jump for joy! We also watched an English-subbed Japanese horror movie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"The Ring".&lt;/span&gt; A horrifying movie. Either I'm not a nice person to be around or their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;ears started hurting&lt;/span&gt; from all the screaming. I'm not one for &lt;i&gt;horror &lt;/i&gt;movies. We cooked some food, some even bothered to peel, wash, prepare prawns for us all to eat. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt;, I had two. Thanks Yoshi, Will and Jesse !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, not much really happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;09/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Today, I freed myself from the confines of my household. Finally. If I hadn't gone, it would have been the fourth day which I would be constantly playing&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Mario Party 8&lt;/span&gt;. News for you all, I unlocked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Hammer Bro&lt;/span&gt; ! Too cool . Anyway, I met up with Catherine, Cindy and Jenny to get to a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Dermalogica skin session&lt;/span&gt;. We got face mapped and were able to try out their range of products. Highly embarrassing in the middle of a shopping mall, but useful and refreshing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I received comments such as &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;"congestion here, breakouts here, congestion here as well, oh and here. You should also exfoliate more." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The condition of my skin is obviously not ideal. From the session, we received some free samples of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Wash Off, All Over Clear &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Welcome Matte SPF15.&lt;/span&gt; I will not even try to be a Cindy and review them. Here, I shall direct you to her blog which is currently undergoing extreme lack-of-internet syndrome. It's a sad story. Anyway: &lt;a href="http://xcherrybliss.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xcherrybliss.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Afterwards, I returned home after only spending money on bus fare. Too proud. I resumed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Mario Party 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;10/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Today, again, I attended an outing that did not cost me anything at all. Not even bus fare! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;(I'm asian, and cheap.)&lt;/span&gt; Today, I was going to trek to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Jono's house&lt;/span&gt; by foot, but was too lazy. So in exchange for washing some lettuce, I got a lift from my dad. So anyway, I arrived at about 1:30? Since I had nothing else to do, I started eating and watching people bustle away cooking. By the end of the day, I had gulfed (?) down a quarter of a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt; minus one scoop (Jono) and 3 and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;half sweet potatoes&lt;/span&gt;. YUM. Anyhow, we:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- Gavin admired how the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;butter&lt;/span&gt; didn't melt even though it was there for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- guys were screaming in the living room (unknown reasons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;table tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- OH ! FUN ! I got pushed down the hill in a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Woolworths &lt;/span&gt;trolley by Jono (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Woolies trolleys screw up and bump if they go too fast)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- jumped on the Jono's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; old mattress&lt;/span&gt; on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- people rode bikes with flat tyres and scooters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- Cathy came at 4:30 ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- Jackie didn't come at all due to oversleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;- ETC. (I can't be bothered to think anymore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Unfortunately, we had to leave earlier than expected, because Jono had to go somewhere. It wasn't too unfortunate because I would have to go anyway. The only reason why I didn't get yelled out when I got home was because I brought home left over &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;sausages and bread&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Damn them Asians. Yeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;That's all for today. In other words, I'm at my limit.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; 88.&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/3136879396359234716-2052167265357097449?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2052167265357097449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=2052167265357097449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2052167265357097449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2052167265357097449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/07/10072010.html' title='10/07/2010'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDhTSG6pmyI/AAAAAAAAApE/E6dzyN2s5TQ/s72-c/2009+no+lives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3657674972297557922</id><published>2010-07-03T21:57:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:00:08.712+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>toy story 3</title><content type='html'>I am well and truly amazed at myself . This is the third time I've blogged? But, I said I would try make a more meaningful blog, but I guess that hasn't happened yet . All it's been is recounts and movies . I have watched quite a few movies recently . By quite a few, I mean two .&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, at 8:00, I left the house, ready to go to Chinese school &lt;i&gt;(not really)&lt;/i&gt;. At 8:15, when Chinese School was about to start, I headed for the bathrooms behind the school in order to meet Cathy. I waited 20 minutes . We can skip the part where I stress all my impatience over Cathy. We headed to Gloria Jeans and chatted and sipped at our Very Vanilla Latte and our Chocolate Crossiant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Priceline, I was tempted to buy a few things, but due to my extremely low level of money right now,  I prevented myself from going into debt. &lt;i&gt;(Yet I do later in the day) &lt;/i&gt;Coles, Target - a few stops along the way . Then we went to Food Court, as usual, and awaited the presence of Erine, Erica and Helen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to Chica Booti, I got my first My Bus ticket . Honestly, I don't see the difference . At Chica Booti, Cathy bought a really nice dress . Not very Winter, but still . It was very lovely. We got on the bus to the mall and met Gavin, Max and Jono. We had some lunch followed by a stop by Coles to gather food for the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, to Mosman ! &lt;i&gt;(Wherever the hell that is)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC8yNTuzI4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/5ZPLIaoGfyI/s1600/toystory3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC8yNTuzI4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/5ZPLIaoGfyI/s320/toystory3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489661675004175234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★★&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, yes. Toy Story 3 is that good. I highly recommend it. It was a very moving story. More like, I cried and screamed &lt;i&gt;(actually)&lt;/i&gt; during the film. And yeahh , yet again, I can't be bothered to talk about it. Rather, I am just going &lt;i&gt;"not spoil it for you"&lt;/i&gt; yet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC8yNrNLfmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/e-gMlRah34U/s1600/toystory+characters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC8yNrNLfmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/e-gMlRah34U/s320/toystory+characters.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489661681305615970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I also bought myself some stuff . Also, owing $20 to Helen. Thank you so much ! But, I'm not sure when I'll have money again. In the last eleven weeks, I've spent nearly $700. I am craving money at the moment . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiGzMzk3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/3cfkIJG8JJE/s1600/wonderfinish+foundation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiGzMzk3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/3cfkIJG8JJE/s320/wonderfinish+foundation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925445983114098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got this quite a while ago, Maybelline WonderFinish Foundation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiGRnBL6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/rKCBk34tbXY/s1600/winniethepoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiGRnBL6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/rKCBk34tbXY/s320/winniethepoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925436966252450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh band-aids ! $2.4 at Coles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiGIEePwI/AAAAAAAAAos/9xgYm3zE6cQ/s1600/winnethepoohbandaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiGIEePwI/AAAAAAAAAos/9xgYm3zE6cQ/s320/winnethepoohbandaids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925434405437186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiFmO8p5I/AAAAAAAAAok/e6Z6dZ31WkU/s1600/tissuesforyoursniffleissues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiFmO8p5I/AAAAAAAAAok/e6Z6dZ31WkU/s320/tissuesforyoursniffleissues.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925425322567570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tissues for your sniffle issues $2 at Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiFZhjZhI/AAAAAAAAAoc/fBeHvPQRimQ/s1600/sportsgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAiFZhjZhI/AAAAAAAAAoc/fBeHvPQRimQ/s320/sportsgirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925421910943250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sportsgirl make-up haul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh6Wy7z8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/SW8FlwRUfd0/s1600/SES+skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh6Wy7z8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/SW8FlwRUfd0/s320/SES+skirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925232199978946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SES skirt $20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh6LQ13dI/AAAAAAAAAoM/woweheRgv8I/s1600/rubibag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh6LQ13dI/AAAAAAAAAoM/woweheRgv8I/s320/rubibag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925229104192978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rubi bag $20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh5rBHzuI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ikKDlJkYkFg/s1600/revlon+lip+gloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh5rBHzuI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ikKDlJkYkFg/s320/revlon+lip+gloss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925220448325346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Revlon Lip Gloss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh5ZIAR-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/Fy9wG_iq_Ak/s1600/missha+freebie.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh5ZIAR-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/Fy9wG_iq_Ak/s320/missha+freebie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925215645353954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missha Freebie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh5Kk5pCI/AAAAAAAAAn0/wqidpgIMC-0/s1600/hipster+kate+moss+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TDAh5Kk5pCI/AAAAAAAAAn0/wqidpgIMC-0/s320/hipster+kate+moss+sweater.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489925211740021794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hipster sweater &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o5i29DRI/AAAAAAAAAns/4D1rvDKpCCo/s1600/chinasoundeyeliner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o5i29DRI/AAAAAAAAAns/4D1rvDKpCCo/s320/chinasoundeyeliner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489862546095410450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackie gave me a liquid eyeliner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o5R6cmOI/AAAAAAAAAnk/svvYzKeq0DE/s1600/chicabooti+striped+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o5R6cmOI/AAAAAAAAAnk/svvYzKeq0DE/s320/chicabooti+striped+top.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489862541546658018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicabooti top &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o5OgNj8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/SoLQKxTc4BY/s1600/caisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o5OgNj8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/SoLQKxTc4BY/s320/caisy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489862540631314370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caisy whitening cream/moisturizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o4oRsJAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/klCSyx0-h34/s1600/beautysecretsmask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o4oRsJAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/klCSyx0-h34/s320/beautysecretsmask.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489862530369856514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty Secrets facial mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o4WZkNjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MfrEBj3tsfY/s1600/avon+palette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC_o4WZkNjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MfrEBj3tsfY/s320/avon+palette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489862525571053106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avon eyeshadow palette &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's a whole lot of money . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;88.&lt;/span&gt; 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Another busy term ahead of us. However, these two weeks will help us be free before we continue to do many many many tests that actually affect our future. D: Happy holidays people !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I went to the city after school and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I met the coolest person on earth, ROY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; If you need to clarify, he is a magician. A Korean one at that. Read on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, we went to city and we did nothing in particular in fact. We went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Mac Store&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(to pee)&lt;/i&gt; as usual, and headed to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;. In Chinatown we bought some squid body thing. It was kind of spicy but it was alright. It was now that we met the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;REALLY COOL magician guy&lt;/span&gt;. I was standing in awe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC3aWMOfDVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/qHtIL4yEQ9s/s1600/street+magic+show+cool+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC3aWMOfDVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/qHtIL4yEQ9s/s320/street+magic+show+cool+guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489283595608460626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we dispersed and it wasn't too interesting. I would just like to exhibit my admiration of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;cool magician person&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC3aVTq4SFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xhzEolvHxuw/s1600/shrek-forever-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC3aVTq4SFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xhzEolvHxuw/s320/shrek-forever-after.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489283580426733650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Shrek Forever After&lt;/span&gt;.  It wasn't too bad, but it was still worth watching. This movie was more epic and Fiona was an admired warrior. Actually, I won't spoil it too much. Tomorrow, I'm also planning on watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/span&gt; and I will also try to blog tomorrow. Since it's the holidays, I suppose I will be blogging more.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; 88&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-8431513948155957065?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8431513948155957065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8431513948155957065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8431513948155957065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8431513948155957065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/07/city-movie-reviews.html' title='city + movie reviews'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/TC3aWMOfDVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/qHtIL4yEQ9s/s72-c/street+magic+show+cool+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-9152306903827026621</id><published>2010-07-01T20:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:22:59.901+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new layout'/><title type='text'>I've returned ! Somewhat .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Congratulations to myself. I’ve encouraged myself to go back into the world of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;. However, to make my life easier, I’ve proposed that I will only require myself to blog once or twice a week, and they won’t have to be very long either.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As well as this, I want to create a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; new&lt;/span&gt; blog. I want to be more meaningful so that you can actually enjoy reading it. Maybe. Personal preferences are fine. It may be a bit cheesy but I guess it is fun having a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;positive&lt;/i&gt; D&amp;amp;M blog. But then again, to have a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; D&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt; blog, not many pictures are needed, so at times, I may resort to having to do some boring recounts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As you can see, if not blind, I do have a new layout. It was quite simple because I couldn't be bothered going through the time-consuming process of having to edit and copy and paste etc. I want to learn html codes actually, I want to actually try make my own blog layout. It could be fun, insightful and I could do things my own way (^~^)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2010" day="7" month="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;01/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, I was also &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;honoured&lt;/i&gt; to receive a Principal’s Award. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Hip hooray &lt;/i&gt;(hint: sarcasm). Honestly, at first I thought it was a mistake. I received two Cs, but the rest were As, but still two Cs is like a death sentence in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The highlight of the presentation was of course, the food. It wasn't spectacular, but it was satisfactory for a school canteen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I actually do hope that I can keep blogging considering it is another procrastination tool. It also takes me away from &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Restaurant&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. (-_-” ) It’s an exciting life.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;88&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-9152306903827026621?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9152306903827026621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=9152306903827026621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/9152306903827026621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/9152306903827026621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-returned-somewhat.html' title='I&apos;ve returned ! Somewhat .'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3629863640082514038</id><published>2010-04-15T19:41:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:32:47.215+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello, I seem to have taken a break from &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blogging &lt;/span&gt;for longer than I expected. Sadly. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe?&lt;/span&gt; These holidays haven't been too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eventful&lt;/span&gt;, but they'll do for a sad &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2 week holiday&lt;/span&gt;. If only we were one of those nations who had holidays that were longer than 2 weeks, if there is any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aside from that, my holidays have consisted of mainly going to the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; city.&lt;/span&gt; Actually, the city has become quite &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt;, no matter who you are with. But then again, I'm quite friendless, and only ever hang out with the same people. Nevertheless, each trip has it's merits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This holidays I was privileged to watch an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MA 15+&lt;/span&gt; movie, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kick-ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks to Cathy&lt;/span&gt;) Let's just say, it was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;appropriately rated&lt;/span&gt;. This movie, unlike others, was not what you would expect. However, for those who have yet to watch it, I won't spoil it for you. And that's just an excuse, because I can't be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bothered &lt;/span&gt;either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S8cG5SrmFiI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ynyba66R1rk/s1600/kick+ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460340654547015202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S8cG5SrmFiI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ynyba66R1rk/s320/kick+ass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, we also went&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; K&lt;/span&gt; as usual, but for once, we didn't take sticky photos. It's true, my holiday has been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sticky photo-less&lt;/span&gt;. Amazing really, also due to the fact, that my buddy, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;, is sick. I hope you get better. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For the second week of the holidays, I was slightly &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; at how I had to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;babysit&lt;/span&gt; my brother for the whole week. That is horrible. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thankfully&lt;/span&gt;, I got my friends to come and visit me and I successfully &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;un-bored-ified (?)&lt;/span&gt; my week for 2 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I received a visit from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daran&lt;/span&gt;, and it was quite pointless really. But, it gave me something to do all day. We played &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wii (I won)&lt;/span&gt; and we trekked to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jono's&lt;/span&gt; to find that he was elsewhere having a haircut. Consequentially, my legs are very tired. As well as that, today, I did paper runs (alot) and my legs are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;. No joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Apart from all that, I have something&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; organised&lt;/span&gt; for tomorrow - which I hope to tell you about tomorrow. If I can be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bothered&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;chia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3629863640082514038?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3629863640082514038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3629863640082514038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3629863640082514038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3629863640082514038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S8cG5SrmFiI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ynyba66R1rk/s72-c/kick+ass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-454136783184263867</id><published>2010-02-15T22:03:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:48:42.041+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom caused me to do this'/><title type='text'>recent haul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RECENT HAUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Recently, I've wanted to blog, but I've never had the chance to, let alone find something to talk about. Today, I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coles&lt;/span&gt;, money in hand, ready to buy something. Luckily, I ran into a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;concealer by Maybelline&lt;/span&gt; which is apparently really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well ast that, since school has started, I received a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wallet from Cathy&lt;/span&gt; who has come back from overseas, like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wendy and Maria&lt;/span&gt; who I received a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mask &lt;/span&gt;and a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shining Stick Eyes&lt;/span&gt; from respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxoz5rd6I/AAAAAAAAAks/pVi7D_Ov6gI/s1600-h/04+-+cathywallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438432602223245218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxoz5rd6I/AAAAAAAAAks/pVi7D_Ov6gI/s320/04+-+cathywallet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyY6LTCfI/AAAAAAAAAlM/vpxPd3GGt04/s1600-h/07+-+shining+stick+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433428541475314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyY6LTCfI/AAAAAAAAAlM/vpxPd3GGt04/s320/07+-+shining+stick+eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On the Saturday, I had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; school, followed closely by going to city as a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;birthday outing&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jenny and Erine&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly Erine could not come. Cathy and I wandered around for a while, trying to dodge a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;St. George bank dragon&lt;/span&gt; and avoiding the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fairy floss person&lt;/span&gt; that I pitied because no one bought fairy floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to city, and met up with Emma and Helen and took &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sticky photos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kzMsRTVVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mUBSSbed1e0/s1600-h/39+-+emma+proposes+to+liz+%2B+helen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434318161761618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kzMsRTVVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mUBSSbed1e0/s320/39+-+emma+proposes+to+liz+%2B+helen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kzMdSIL-I/AAAAAAAAAls/1KKD2W2VK10/s1600-h/40+-+valenties+day+crossed+the+wrong+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434314138693602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kzMdSIL-I/AAAAAAAAAls/1KKD2W2VK10/s320/40+-+valenties+day+crossed+the+wrong+letter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kzMOjbe7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/6a408QoT-dM/s1600-h/41+-+lamb+covers+my+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434310184729522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kzMOjbe7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/6a408QoT-dM/s320/41+-+lamb+covers+my+face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a top that was on sale, so I bought it. Impulse buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxn74-2jI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7GBccsJ7aOs/s1600-h/01+-+the+7+dollar+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438432587187935794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxn74-2jI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7GBccsJ7aOs/s320/01+-+the+7+dollar+top.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we ate, then I had to leave to go back to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;North Shore&lt;/span&gt;, on the way back, I couldn’t help but buy another mask for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxoK_veeI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZSPSNzoH8Qs/s1600-h/02+-+masks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438432591242820066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxoK_veeI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZSPSNzoH8Qs/s320/02+-+masks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day was CNY! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Anyways, this year I was blessed and my relatives all happened to be over for CNY, I received &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;$300&lt;/span&gt; this year! I’m so happy, I have plans for this money, i.e. gaining interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyZENjs4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/REI0T5ucDfY/s1600-h/08+-+laisi+red+pocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433431235310466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyZENjs4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/REI0T5ucDfY/s320/08+-+laisi+red+pocket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ate pretty good food all in Asian language that I cannot translate and I found out that I’m actually &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1/32 Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt;. :O Wow, I’m more Asian now. Well not really, I’m still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was doing paper runs, I also saw some people &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sitting on a sofa in the middle of Warringah Rd, drinking beer surrounded by police&lt;/span&gt;. Today I also saw a police car drive over a round about. Yes, very entertaining, Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I was going home, I encountered a sale on &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dream Mousse Concealer&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nude Beige (01)&lt;/span&gt;. Jackpot! Finally, I am able to get a hold of this. In my happiness, I called Jenny and asked if she wanted one. Hence, two in the photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyYr7hytI/AAAAAAAAAlE/YUKUZrAd5ws/s1600-h/06+-+dream+mousse+concealer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433424717236946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyYr7hytI/AAAAAAAAAlE/YUKUZrAd5ws/s320/06+-+dream+mousse+concealer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my god, I don’t know, but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Year 10&lt;/span&gt; is much more stressing than I thought. Mostly&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; English&lt;/span&gt;. This year, I have met the two most horrible teachers, both with the theory that we need homework every day of the week. Also, why are we studying &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;consumerism&lt;/span&gt; for two years in a row for English. There is an extent to how much information you can get on consumerism. I have so much work to do. On top of that, these Summer days are incredibly hot, making me want to just go sleep! I feel tired everyday and it’s horrible. I hate Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more photos to put up with no description. Feel free to look. That’s what they’re here for. Yeah, I mentioned I bought the Savvy eye shadows but never could be bothered to take photos. Here they are. So are some recent nail polish colours. &amp;amp; a luvo I stole from Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxoZZ4GTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/PWaOQ6jdVRA/s1600-h/03+-+nailpolish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438432595110533426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxoZZ4GTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/PWaOQ6jdVRA/s320/03+-+nailpolish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyYbYCSII/AAAAAAAAAk8/-rT1e3UY_7Q/s1600-h/05+-+savvy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433420273404034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyYbYCSII/AAAAAAAAAk8/-rT1e3UY_7Q/s320/05+-+savvy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyZnCXHwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/a2Zigw3v1ko/s1600-h/09+-+luvoatcapitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433440583589634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kyZnCXHwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/a2Zigw3v1ko/s320/09+-+luvoatcapitol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-454136783184263867?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/454136783184263867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=454136783184263867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/454136783184263867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/454136783184263867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/02/recent-haul.html' title='recent haul'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S3kxoz5rd6I/AAAAAAAAAks/pVi7D_Ov6gI/s72-c/04+-+cathywallet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-2393850311856663034</id><published>2010-01-23T21:13:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:22:42.272+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom caused me to do this'/><title type='text'>for the sake of killing time .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Picnic + Jacklyn's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hello there, it's been another long while since I last blogged. I thought I would be able to get back into &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; easily but it's not . However, tonight, no one's online and I have no idea where they are and frankly, I'm bored. I need a new &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;, something to do. Since I last blogged, I've been to a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jacklyn's house&lt;/span&gt; and I'm itching to go out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Picnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It started off as a normal &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;holiday &lt;/span&gt;day. Speaking of which, my holiday days are getting way out of hand. I get up at 10:30, sometimes at 11:30, and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gap between my breakfast, my morning tea, and my lunch&lt;/span&gt; gets fxcked up. My holiday days are soon to come to and end, in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6 days&lt;/span&gt;, school will start once again and getting up in the morning will become a chore once again. My holiday routine consists of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sleeping in, breakfast morning tea and lunch all in one&lt;/span&gt;, watch movies, find some food, play on the computer, find some more food, and then parents come home and I have some dinner. After that it's just find food and play on the computer. That's why I need some people to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;organise&lt;/span&gt; something which hopefully I can go to. Back to the picnic, I thought we were meeting at the mall at 12:00, but when I confirmed, the meeting time was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11:00&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore, I accidentally arrived half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Erica, Emma and I met up and caught the bus to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;picnic place&lt;/span&gt; which I still do not know the name of. There we did what we usually did what we do for picnics. We eat, we chat, yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jacklyn's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maria and Jackie&lt;/span&gt; in Chatswood before heading to her house via&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; train&lt;/span&gt;. In order to save money, we trekked in the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;terrible Ryde heat&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jackie' house&lt;/span&gt;. We didn't do much except talk about how rich their house looked. We had some of Jackie's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;homemade soup&lt;/span&gt; which tasted very nice (Y). After that, we tried &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dying my hair&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, we didn't get enough dye as my hair was extremely thick, so the colour on shows up on some parts of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chatswood&lt;/span&gt;, we met &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;, who had to leave shortly afterwards. I bought some more dye as to supplement the other dye's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not so lovely&lt;/span&gt; quality. I also bought two new eyeshadows. Again, I bought it from the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Savvy range&lt;/span&gt; which was yet again $2.99 each. I bought one in &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ink colour (black)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mist colour (blue/grey)&lt;/span&gt;. At first I wanted a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;dark midnight blue&lt;/span&gt; colour, but they didn't have it so I got these two. Sadly, I don't have a picture, because I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting bored of this once again, so I'll leave you with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;luvo&lt;/span&gt; from a while ago that I haven't had the chance to post yet. As well as this, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my cousin&lt;/span&gt; has come over from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;China.&lt;/span&gt; No comment. Apparently, I'm going to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/span&gt; for the weekend when school starts, so I'm open for suggestions of where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S10lRoqAgZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/V8ASflW1JRY/s1600-h/smile+for+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430537710580302226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S10lRoqAgZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/V8ASflW1JRY/s320/smile+for+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;chia.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-2393850311856663034?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2393850311856663034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=2393850311856663034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2393850311856663034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2393850311856663034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-sake-of-killing-time.html' title='for the sake of killing time .'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S10lRoqAgZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/V8ASflW1JRY/s72-c/smile+for+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1302657000943477139</id><published>2010-01-16T13:28:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:51:58.032+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new layout'/><title type='text'>dedications + new layout``</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEDICATIONS + NEW LAYOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My dedications are finally up. I did say I would get them done last night, but I was busy (that’s what I always say) but then again, at least I got them up. I apologize if I have any mistakes to do with this year and last year, I’m still really confused about how time passes so quickly. Hope we’ll all stay &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;together in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you, Erine and me in English is pretty funny. I remember how half way through the year we decided to fight for the middle seat. Then I gave up and let you two fight over it. Cathy, you’re so unique that you’re a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt; to me and probably to rest of the Invasion. To us, no matter how old the new year turns you, we’ll always see you as &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“The girl who trips over her flats, the girl who enjoys the colour of red, the girl who has a see through dress, the not-so-asian one of the Asian Invasion.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I remember I went to the city and it was boiling, yet I wore a singlet underneath my dress. Emma asked me &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“It’s so hot, why did you wear a singlet”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I said &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“It’s a Cathy dress”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Emma understood completely. You’re so smart, I hope you don’t move to a smarter school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;You will forever be my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;guru&lt;/span&gt; on everything. However, most of all, you’ll be my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;food guru&lt;/span&gt;. Your blog inspired me to start &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; and I thoroughly enjoy it, even though it may be a hassle at times. I will forever remember your food pictures that made my mouth water. In &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Graphics&lt;/span&gt;, we bludged together and actually did our work together. At &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;North Shore&lt;/span&gt;, when we snacked while doing our test and when she finally told us off about our love for eating during class. As well as that, your endless rambles on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suncare, shopping and that excellent ‘walk around the room’ speech on chocolate&lt;/span&gt;. I extremely enjoyed discussing dramas and also thank you for helping me indulge myself in the world of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt;. Now, I’m completely taken over by the world of dramas. However, thing is now I barely do my work, it’s all drama now. I hope we’ll be in the same classes again this year and we’ll stay together even from primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Daran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I haven’t known you for as long as everyone else, I’m really happy to have met you. During &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;North&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Shore&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you were the only one that didn’t just do &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;North&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Shore&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for a term and then leave, but now you have &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;private tutor&lt;/span&gt;. I remember on msn, how at times the only thing you said was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;‘I’m bored’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or something along the lines of boredom. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One time, I listed a large amount of Facebook groups and pages to help you not be so bored. Last year I was able to be in your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Graphics and Commerce&lt;/span&gt; class. Hopefully, I’ll get to be in them again this year. Even though next year you may not be in the same school as us, I’ll wish you good luck for then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Even though in primary school we weren’t the best of friends but now we are. Friends to the point where I’m your &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;arm rest&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, but this year, I plan to grow taller so I won’t be an arm rest anymore. Actually, I’ve grown &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8mm&lt;/span&gt; so far. It looks like I have plenty to go though. In &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;History and Geography&lt;/span&gt; we endured &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seymour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; together. Your elegant laugh when you cover your mouth is hilarious but it’s funny all the same. Will and you are probably the longest lasting couple in our group so far. You’re approaching a year you guys, you better last. Hope you guys stay a loving couple &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re so pro at art it’s scary but I hope it helps your future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;My maths &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;buddy&lt;/span&gt;! I remember the first lesson of maths you were late, so I thought I was going to lonered again. However, at the last minute you rushed in to the classroom and I sighed a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sigh of relief&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, that sounds so retarded but you know what I mean. I highly enjoyed having maths with you and I hope I will next year too. We’ll fight those maths problems together! That sounded retarded to. Thanks for your cushion which I used to sleep on in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; English&lt;/span&gt; and Jenny and I used to do the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teletubby thing&lt;/span&gt; with. Haha, and your &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;name keyrings&lt;/span&gt; you made for us &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asian Invasion&lt;/span&gt; are exceptional and they’re so cute. Your paddlepop stick chopsticks made us all laugh but it was truly a smart idea. I hope you and Jono stay together, like us invasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Erine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; Omgosh, I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re so smart to have skipped a level in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;. I’m so happy I wouldn’t be a loner anymore. The rest of you better skip some levels too then we’ll all soon be in the same class. You’re my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; buddy as well as Cathy. I remember the time Cathy was playing a game on the laptop and we were supposed to do a storyboard and you said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Okay, I’ll stop her’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and you watched her play. In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;North&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Shore&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; your endless rambling on how tired your hand was. Sadly this year you’re going to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Prime&lt;/span&gt;. Damn you smart people. You’re art is so good, it’s not funny. Let’s be in the same class in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Year 10&lt;/span&gt; too. Hope we get a good teacher for Chinese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gavin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I’ve known you for 5 years already and it’s coming to the 6th. However it’s probably during this year that I’ve gotten to know you the most. Ever since you first said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘I watched it before you’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I grew more determined to watch the video before you. All the classic lines from &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;communitychannel&lt;/span&gt; will never grow old. At &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;, we copied her video for Katy Perry’s &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I Kissed A Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. By communitychannel’s guidance we turned it into an all new &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I fxcked your mum and I liked it; It tasted like foot’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Even though the rhythm wasn’t right, it was funny all the same. During the time I still went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sunday&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Chinese&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I remember bludging class and walking by your classroom and seeing you guys play handball. Playing &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Big 2 and Asian Poker&lt;/span&gt; really got us all into cards. However when it died down we all just became lazy. I really want to play &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt; but what the hell, you can’t play at school. Thank you for all the dramas as well. One day, I can say &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;‘&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I watched it before you’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;You may be slightly &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt;, but I love you all the same. During &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;North&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Shore&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, when you still went, it was really fun, especially the lessons where we already knew the content and just &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bludged&lt;/span&gt; the rest of the lesson. I especially remember the lesson when we looked through a phone and saw a picture of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hufton yawning&lt;/span&gt;. We both cracked up really loudly and couldn’t control our laughter. One lesson we just ate lollipops and took luvos. When we took &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sticky photos&lt;/span&gt; and you were always late, I was so annoyed because then, I only had one set up sticky photos with you in it because you were always late. However after that, I got some more. I still can’t believe you’re older than me. Seriously though, stop &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheating your height&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, yeah, if you read Emma’s I grew &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8mm&lt;/span&gt;, so now, I can be considered taller. During &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Graphics&lt;/span&gt;, we bludged together and all, I remember the time we went to the bathroom and then you tripped while coming back and we had to go again. In &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Commerce&lt;/span&gt;, you and I always sat together and mucked around. Hope I’m in your classes next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;You’ll forever be my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fadb buddy&lt;/span&gt;. Once again, I was only in your &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; class. However, it was still fun, but I hope in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Year 10&lt;/span&gt; we’ll be in more of each other’s classes. We’re alike in so many ways, especially our &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt;. We both eat too much, and spend way too much money on it food. At &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt;, we said we would go to your house one day, but we never did which was a shame. I want to go to your house soon. In touch, we were the Ginger Ninjas and then the Ginger Ninjas Reborn and then the Ginger Ninjas Reborn Again. I have no idea where that came from but it was fun right? After sport on Wednesdays we would go to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mall,&lt;/span&gt; or go to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chatswood&lt;/span&gt; together and just go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;window shopping&lt;/span&gt; and plan on buying this and that but never get to it in the end. It was shame, there was so much stuff I wanted. In the end, I guess you can’t have everything. I remember the time, you went to my godsister’s house and we played cards and we all got &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hyped up&lt;/span&gt; because of my godsister’s laugh. It was so&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; retarded&lt;/span&gt;, even more than Jackie’s retarded laugh. The record of you always being my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sticky photos&lt;/span&gt; is still on and I hope it will be forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You’re my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;evil asian buddy&lt;/span&gt;. I have so many names for you: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hoa, Parka1, LizzyPoo&lt;/span&gt; etc. I remember you changed your last name to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hoa&lt;/span&gt; so that we could sit together in the Year Assemblies. I remember last year I relied on you for my daily exercise. We all got chased around the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quad&lt;/span&gt; until our breath ran out. I remember our first round of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sticky photos&lt;/span&gt; with Jenny, you were so pretty. The round in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teddy bear machine&lt;/span&gt; was so pretty too. You got so pro at decorating and your poses are so cool. In touch I said you &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ran like a duck&lt;/span&gt;, only because when you ran you pushed the air back with your hands like wings and made you run faster. Your sense of style is so awesome and you’re totally a different person at school by the way you dress. Not in a bad way, you're so pretty in non-school clothes. At &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;, your voice is exceptional and you sing so well. Your &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt; will forever be the most &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pitched&lt;/span&gt; I’ve ever heard and I hope to hear it forever! Not really, just voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I’ve only known you for a year or so, I feel like I’ve known since &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. You’re so &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sporty&lt;/span&gt; and omgosh, I feel vulnerable next to you. But I love you all the same. Somehow, I came to be your &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;, haha. I remember the time you truly acted like a mother to me feeding yourself while feeding me. But then again, I grew &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8mm&lt;/span&gt; so I’m little anymore. Your ability to dance is astonishing. You’re so good at touch, I remember in touch you scored so many tries. Even though I was only able to be in your &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;History/Geogra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;phy&lt;/span&gt; class, I enjoyed it while you always sat in front of me. I remember the first time I met you, I was like &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Her hair is so damn straight’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Now that I get to know you, I know so much more. Hope I’m in more of your classes next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Moni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;This year, I thoroughly enjoyed sitting next to you in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;History/Geography&lt;/span&gt;. Enduring &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seymour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; together was fun all the time. Sitting next to you, I got to have fun &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;making fun&lt;/span&gt; of her and I did my work most of the time. Haha, I remember the time when she &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chucked a DVD&lt;/span&gt; across the room and it hit you. Also, when she said you had &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;stage fright&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we were able to use that against her for quite a while. When I first really started to talk to you, it was the end of Year 7 already, but the two band camps we went on together were very interesting. On the first one, we were the last to go to sleep and on the second, we got to sleep in because of our spectacular room choice and the abundance in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Private Practice times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I remember it was so cold, we warmed our instruments under the heat blanket. Although we’ve both given up on the band, I hope I’ll be in your &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;History and Geography&lt;/span&gt; class again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wingyue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I haven’t known for so long because you didn’t go to this school, but since this year you’ll be coming to our &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, I’m sure I’ll have many more chances to see you now and get to know you better. I remember our &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bebo red love heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;wars while our &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bebos&lt;/span&gt; were still alive. Now we have to resort to the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Facebook gray love heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;to spam each other with. All the same, if Bebo ever becomes popular again and my Bebo revives, I’ll be sure to start more of those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;red love heart &lt;/i&gt;wars&lt;/span&gt; with you once again. For now, it’s Facebook. Even though I wasn’t able to celebrate your &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; with you &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(hmph)&lt;/span&gt; I’m pretty sure I’ll have many more chances to in the future.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You and your ways of tricking me. Always pointing and saying &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;‘&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look, it’s a flying octopus’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or something else rather stupid make me look so gullible. However, if it’s not Wendy, it wouldn’t work. Yup, it’s only Wendy’s &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;special skills&lt;/span&gt; that make me so gullible. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Science and PE and Commerce and Japanese and Graphics &lt;/span&gt;would not be unique without you. I remember your over the top cleaning of your laptop and cleaning it from the screen onwards to ensure that not one bit of dirt is allowed. Although I still want to be able to see you do that more so I can be in your classes once again next year. You’re so good at maths, you should be in accelerated, however, I still think it’s hilarious when you told me you accidentally typed into the calculator &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8+0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Your &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;phobia of the sun&lt;/span&gt; is something I’ll definitely remember. Hopefully next year we can run around avoiding the sun playing &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Sun Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes, and before I finish this post, you may have noticed I have a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;new layout.&lt;/span&gt; I really like this layout apart from the fact you can’t see my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; entries&lt;/span&gt; once you have opened the page. You will have to scroll down a bit. I especially like the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;‘&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;back to top’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; gadget with this skin. There are links at the top and it will lead you to your destination. As well as this, there is also room for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;! However, I have still kept my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chatbox&lt;/span&gt; active so that you can choose whether to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comment or chat&lt;/span&gt;. I really wanted to have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sparkly mouse&lt;/span&gt; again, but I couldn’t be bothered. Haha, where my laziness kicks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;chia (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-1302657000943477139?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1302657000943477139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1302657000943477139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1302657000943477139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1302657000943477139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/01/dedications-new-layout.html' title='dedications + new layout``'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-527347943551807078</id><published>2010-01-07T14:24:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:18:28.614+11:00</updated><title type='text'>photo diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010 A new beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_italic" border="0" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since I'm trying not to bore myself by typing, I will express myself through &lt;em&gt;pictures&lt;/em&gt;. Because I haven't been blogging for a while now, more than a while, I haven't been able to show you some pictures of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;. In this situation, I've chosen to utilize the word '&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;' because there is no other professional sounding word that means 'everything that I've done and bought in the time that I haven't been blogging and associating myself with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;First here are some luvos that I took;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;01 - from 2009 at Erine's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;02 - taken in 2009 some time when I was procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423836499953036930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VWj1t_roI/AAAAAAAAAkE/9SeHDN8mCS4/s320/11+-+2009luvo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423836493161128834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VWjcarY4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/DGDCd0o_r-M/s320/10+-+blowfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over time I have wasted my money on stupid things which I buy anyway. Through Commerce, I've learnt this is what you call &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;impulse buying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;01 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MODELS PREFER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;spring palette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MODELS PREFER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;quad palette MOCHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BOURJOIS PARIS&lt;/span&gt; blush&lt;br /&gt;04 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;EQUIP &lt;/span&gt;handbag .:notice the pricetag:.&lt;br /&gt;05 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NATURE REPUBLIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;essential flower mask CHERRY BLOSSOM, TIARE&lt;br /&gt;FLOWER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SAVVY by DB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;mono eyeshadow PEACH, PEARL, BISQUE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NIVEA VISAGE YOUNG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;be beautiful! &lt;/em&gt;tinted moisturiser;; NIVEA&lt;br /&gt;VISAGE &lt;em&gt;3 in 1 waterproof &lt;/em&gt;make up remover&lt;br /&gt;08 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AUSTRALIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;stayput eyeliner MIDNIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BEAUTY SECRETS&lt;/span&gt; .:erine's request:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423836487244483762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VWjGYCjLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/NKDTLqIusHI/s320/07+-+modelsprefer+priceline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423836278265214562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VWW73f9mI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xGbk7MdRSXA/s320/09+-+boujoursblush+priceline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423836268854114066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VWWYzt9xI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ePosiZZbsiM/s320/08+-+equipbagpricetag+equip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423836253616346450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VWVgCwFVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XgmtMJz6x20/s320/06+-+facialmasks+beautysecrets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423836250404290866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VWVUE8ATI/AAAAAAAAAjM/uMKKZaj4d8I/s320/05+-+savvyproducts+priceline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423835468856003842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VVn0lTjQI/AAAAAAAAAi8/mxwYXFEe4NM/s320/04+-+niveaproducts+priceline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423835466178682466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VVnqm-3mI/AAAAAAAAAi0/TtUcjtvm0OE/s320/03+-+australiaproducts+priceline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423835456019314466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VVnEwzNyI/AAAAAAAAAis/kul3LOqg5QI/s320/02+-+chanelbagforerine+beautysecrets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This last photo was taken at the Lane Cove Aquatic Centre. I just happened to be passing by and saw that it said: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School age children should use the correct gender change room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously, what do they think we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423835452247892354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VVm2tn4YI/AAAAAAAAAik/HODxoW480-I/s320/01+-+schoolagechildrenchangerooms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Also, after reading Erica's blog, I also decided to do dedications. Thank you. Later though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;chia (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-527347943551807078?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/527347943551807078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=527347943551807078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/527347943551807078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/527347943551807078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-diary.html' title='photo diary'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/S0VWj1t_roI/AAAAAAAAAkE/9SeHDN8mCS4/s72-c/11+-+2009luvo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6118206154769535149</id><published>2010-01-03T21:32:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:22:34.079+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK MOMENTARILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED NEW YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello fellow bloggers, I've decided due to the unexpected boredom of the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;, I will be back and will be posting once every week, or fortnight, or month. Yeah, well basically I'll just be posting whenever something happens and I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my holidays have been not eventful, but it's alright. Actually, each outing has been rather repetitive considering all I've been doing is going to the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday, I went shopping with Jenny, Emma, Erine and Jackie and I spent a ridiculously unnecessarily large amount of money. However, I got a nice bag for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;$20&lt;/span&gt;. The funny thing was, on the price tag it actually said &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAS $39.99 NOW $40.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as that, I also want to wish everyone a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;. I hope you all had great days those two days. That sounded slightly awkward. However, I sincerely wish you guys &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy 2010&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I'm also one of those people who still think it's &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;. :D This year, once again, I've made heaps of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;New Years Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;, but only achieve one of them. This year I've decided that I want to generally &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;do better in school&lt;/span&gt;. Besides achieving good results, I'm able to get money ($) if I do well in tests etc. That's the beauty of doing really bad one year and improving heaps the next, with parents like mine. Similar to the transgression between 2008 and 2009 I also want to improve on my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;time management&lt;/span&gt;. As I've learned, a lot of benefits come from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I will finish up. Unless something actually interesting happens, I'll just keep my posts short and sweet ;) and not waste your time. Also, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Daran&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;chia (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-6118206154769535149?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6118206154769535149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6118206154769535149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6118206154769535149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6118206154769535149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back-momentarily.html' title='I&apos;M BACK MOMENTARILY'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-8966809185073724511</id><published>2009-12-03T21:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:20:04.195+11:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM LOVELY FACTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The most productive mother gave birth to 69 children.&lt;br /&gt;2. Only 55% of Americans know that the Sun is a star.&lt;br /&gt;3. When D.H. Lawrence died, his ashes were mixed with cement to make his girlfriend's mantelpiece.&lt;br /&gt;4. Midgets and dwarfs usually have normal sized children.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lack of sleep will kill a person faster than starvation would.&lt;br /&gt;6. In India, people wear masks on the back of their head when they go outside, this confuses tigers because they like to attack from the rear.&lt;br /&gt;7. The most common name in the world is Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;8. Nearly 10% of American households dress their pets in Halloween costumes.&lt;br /&gt;9. If the population of China were to line up and you were to walk along it, you would walk forever due to the ever-increasing rate of birth.&lt;br /&gt;10. The average human dream lasts 2-3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;11. Wedding rings are worn on the left fourth finger because they thought the vein in that finger led directly to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;12. The inventor of Vaseline ate a spoon of it every morning.&lt;br /&gt;13. People photocopying their butts cause 23% of all photocopying machine malfunctions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-8966809185073724511?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8966809185073724511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8966809185073724511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8966809185073724511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8966809185073724511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3896343187015677107</id><published>2009-11-12T22:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:20:36.097+11:00</updated><title type='text'>short update .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECENTLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Long time no blog. Well, because I'm just so awesome, I'm blogging today. Well actually not really. Just a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;quick update&lt;/span&gt; on what has been happening recently. To be honest, nothing. After not being on blogger for ages, and checking everyone's blogs I had the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; to blog. Forgive me guys, I might just start blogging once again. I had laughs and cries at Emma's quote. That was sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, we got our &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;laptops&lt;/span&gt;. They are &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mini &lt;/span&gt;as hell and makes my home laptop look like a plasma tv. They aren't even the size of an A4 sheet of paper. Furthermore, they are&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt;. After installing &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VLC&lt;/span&gt; on it, I am now able to watch dramas and other movies on the laptop so the lessons aren't so boring now. However, some teachers are being a bit strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went out to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt; a couple of days ago. Make that last Saturday. We went &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dress-shopping&lt;/span&gt; for Jenny. That day, dress-shopping became a chore. I wanted to go to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Paddy's Market&lt;/span&gt; to bargain for something as I was in the mood for bargaining, but nothing met my eye. That was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also recently, I've thought about things that I usually never think about. When's the age I should really think about what I want to do with my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I have no thoughts whatsoever on what I want to do when I grow up. This is probably a bit of a stupid question as I am still young but it kind of got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a short update. I might blog in a few days, or weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;chia. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3896343187015677107?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3896343187015677107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3896343187015677107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3896343187015677107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3896343187015677107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-update.html' title='short update .'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-5588351299956233418</id><published>2009-10-04T13:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:21:34.355+11:00</updated><title type='text'>IN CHINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN CHINA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey, as from the title, I hope you have &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;gathered&lt;/span&gt;, that I'm in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. So, on &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Saturday (yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;, I got on a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;plane &lt;/span&gt;to china, taking a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;whol&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;9 hours and 20 minutes&lt;/span&gt;. Right, it was that long. Well anyway, I woke up at 6. That was the time I was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to get to the airport, but you know, I'm a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;lazyass&lt;/span&gt; who can't be &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fcked&lt;/span&gt; to get up. So even though were were &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;late &lt;/span&gt;to the airport, we still made it on to the plane &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt;. Despite the fact that we were all ready to go, the plane left &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;2 hours later&lt;/span&gt; than the ticket mentioned. Consequently, we arrived &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;. We got to my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;grandparents place&lt;/span&gt; at nearly &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;10pm&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;8PM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;. Now that it's &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, I guess its 3 hours difference now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it was the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; day, so we didn't do much really. Got home, ate some &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;dinner. Watched &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; until I was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;, and by the time it was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;2AM&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;, I was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; watching TV, until my parents &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; me go to&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt; sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I got up quite &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;6AM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. Wait, that would mean &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;9AM &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, but I got 6 hours sleep alright? So much for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sleep in&lt;/span&gt;. I had some breakfast and tried to access the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;grandparents' house&lt;/span&gt;. That &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;, so I went up to my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;uncle's house&lt;/span&gt;. That was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; considering they live in the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; apartment block. That was still &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt;, but I was able to access &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;, so I'll send this to Jenny to post for me. (: Later on, I'll be going &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; and I hope I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; to take &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of things to buy and I also have to say &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt; to the supermarket for Wendy. No pictures this post, but there will be. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm hoping&lt;/span&gt;. Also, to my &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, and my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/span&gt; has become &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;less polluted&lt;/span&gt; but still &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; as&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; fresh&lt;/span&gt; as other places, but it's gotten &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;. So yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;chia. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-5588351299956233418?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5588351299956233418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=5588351299956233418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/5588351299956233418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/5588351299956233418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-as-from-titlei-hope-you-have.html' title='IN CHINA'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-5086350960995511283</id><published>2009-09-26T21:31:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:38:54.122+11:00</updated><title type='text'>260909 - tomato cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHATSWOOD AND JENNY’S DEBUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Saturday. Actually there wasn’t really anything important about today. It was just another one of those normal Saturdays that we bummed around on. Well, first of all, as the title suggests, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jenny is making a debut on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because she can’t be bothered to blog on her own, (which is a shame) but oh well. I have another person on my blog. By the way, Jenny is writing in this too, just that I’m describing my bits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So I started off the day with being late to Chinese school. I was late, as per usual, and I arrived to class without seeing Erine. Turns out, that the minor&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; dust storm&lt;/span&gt; earlier in the morning had caused her &lt;em&gt;hayfever&lt;/em&gt; to act up again. So I was feeling very alone in Chinkkyy. Well anyway, we didn’t do much that lesson. Just did stuff in the book which I remembered to bring for once. Once Chinkky ended, I met everyone at the front gate. Actually, by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I meant Emma and Erica. Actually, considering Erica was going to a wedding, it was just Emma and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Westfield&lt;/span&gt;, I realized that whenever I talk to Emma when she’s listening to music, it’s either silence or arguing. Actually, not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But it was kind of fun. Emma and I bummed around Chatswood until 11 when we met Jenny. First we went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Toys ‘R’ us&lt;/span&gt;. We took MANY photos, and we found a white rose with blood on it. O: For Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747475957662626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4Ey2Jpw6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/8rrqzg7S0OA/s320/Photo2186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385746887488895010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4EQl7w-CI/AAAAAAAAAgo/J2o1y0DGQG0/s320/Photo2184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747466161475106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4EyRqDziI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Yt8RarOwzBs/s320/Photo2185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385746859554574434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4EO93tEGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/O7bUDJxzOO8/s320/Photo2179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385746865995634930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4EPV3X2PI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Z8Yf-z8BcD0/s320/Photo2180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385746870493031090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4EPmnoqrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/gQnLLR4m9wQ/s320/Photo2182s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385746879422341138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4EQH4jIBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aZ1C3SxgfaY/s320/Photo2183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jenny:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;We went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rebel Sport&lt;/span&gt; then we went to the bathroom. Where we &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; took luvos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747482329271138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4EzN4wy2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/cVf9dPM5HLE/s320/Photo2188e.jpg" /&gt; We decided to go to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt; afterwards, but on our way, we saw &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wingyue and H&lt;/span&gt;. We decided to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stalk&lt;/span&gt; them for a little while. So Emma, Chia and I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;stealthily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ran around &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Westfield Food Court.&lt;/span&gt; A couple of times, we thought we had gotten caught, but we hadn’t. At first, we saw them at the escalators. Without looking, Chia reached out my hand in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘stop’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gesture and telling them to wait. Turns out, she accidentally directed the message to some random asian people who kept looking at us &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; after that. After that, she wore her jacket &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;back to front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and decided to put the hood up if Wingyue or H saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until I realized she would look slightly &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;distorted&lt;/span&gt;. We hid behind pot plants and bins until we got to where Wingyue and H were. Chia hid behind a pot plant, and I jumped out and run forward, &lt;em&gt;not stealthy&lt;/em&gt;. I managed to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;‘scare’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; H, which was cool (Y). We took Wingyue to KFC, and then we went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt; finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chia:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;We ran around the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shoe section&lt;/span&gt; and window shopped. We also tried getting H to wear a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;maternity dress&lt;/span&gt;. After that, since we were slightly bored, Jenny and I tried to hide with Emma. Although Emma failed miserably. But it wasn’t all bad. While Jenny and I ran around&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Target&lt;/span&gt;, we found a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pair of curtains&lt;/span&gt; to hid behind. Emma called and tried to get us to admit where our hiding place was, except we were stubborn and managed to keep it a secret. Until H persuaded us with saying he would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;treat us to lunch&lt;/span&gt;. YUM. That &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;automatically&lt;/span&gt; got us out of our hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jenny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Chia was being paranoid because H had said he would get back at us by scaring us. So we were walking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;back-to-back&lt;/span&gt;, hence the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;007&lt;/span&gt; on msn, then she suddenly jumped behind a rack and said &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;‘BOO’&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently because she thought that H and Emma were there. But they weren’t. Turns out they were at the other exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747490426099474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4EzsDMlxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/57gT6TSGoFI/s320/Photo2190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chia:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Then we set off to lunch. After much discussion, we decided to eat at the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tomato Café&lt;/span&gt;. The place looked very luxurious. The seats were wonderfully &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;cushiony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(HOLY SHIT THAT’S A WORD)&lt;/span&gt; and basically, it was very spacious, also helps that there were only 4 of us. I was lying all over the seats and it was very comfy. We got a view of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lemon Grove&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Victoria Ave&lt;/span&gt;, and some other random street. We ordered and ate to our hearts content. Here are some food pictures;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch we recovered lots of interesting and sometimes unwanted information, but nonetheless, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;factual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was convenient because of the number of people, we were able to be open and honest about things and we were able to hear everyone’s views on the whole topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747498047251762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4E0IcOJTI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wjdTS5iU2ZA/s320/Photo2191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747929870849410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4FNRG_VYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JKrtyMxFnxY/s320/Photo2193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747941812394386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4FN9mE2ZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YNP_s0szfUE/s320/Photo2194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385749688418743410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4GzoNetHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XaFcJXrGdxI/s320/Photo2203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747948893762674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4FOX-Z9HI/AAAAAAAAAho/HADAi7ziCoQ/s320/Photo2198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747958161761666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4FO6gEZYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZmDS75bEpH8/s320/Photo2199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385749698520177442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4G0N12WyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/E9fYAMq_tQI/s320/Photo2205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747959695803730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4FPAN0BVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rhPpkBpfOpQ/s320/Photo2201.jpg" /&gt;After that, Emma and I went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;North Shore&lt;/span&gt; which wasn’t very interesting. I got an A for my English test which I am proud of :D. I also received two&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; AAA Awards&lt;/span&gt; Unfortunately, I was only able to claim the rewards on one of them. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, since my mum was late, Nancy and I went to food court where we saw &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; Daran&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wingyue&lt;/span&gt; was working at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; at the time. Jackie spotted a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;‘hot’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; guy and pointed at him and he then kept looking at us funny. Well, we thought he was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;‘hot’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; until we saw him close up. HE’S AN UGLY SHXT I TELL YOU. And you know what, he even talks and laughs weirdly. I just couldn’t hold in my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, Nancy and I went home and now I’m at home. Jenny has provided the photos. Well, anyway, this is Jenny and Chia’s first blog post together. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Clap clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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 align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;chiajenny. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3136879396359234716-5086350960995511283?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5086350960995511283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=5086350960995511283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/5086350960995511283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/5086350960995511283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/260909-tomato-cafe.html' title='260909 - tomato cafe'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sr4Ey2Jpw6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/8rrqzg7S0OA/s72-c/Photo2186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6315823995423770302</id><published>2009-09-22T22:21:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:39:45.432+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinestock'/><title type='text'>pinestock . fail much ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PINESTOCK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had forgotten to write about. Ahh , well Pinestock, for those of you that don’t know, is a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;school fete&lt;/span&gt; for our school that fails, really badly. This year, the theme was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Superheros and Villains&lt;/span&gt;. Again, this year, I didn’t dress up, because I never do. First we had Science, in which we got our test extended to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then we had Maths where I couldn’t concentrate at all because of the preparations that were going on outside for Pinestock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bludge time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i.e. Pinestock. This year, it failed because instead of being in the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pines&lt;/span&gt; (a grassy part of our school) it was at the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;basketball courts.&lt;/span&gt; First, we went to go buy &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tickets&lt;/span&gt;, and then we went to go buy &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;. I swear all we did was buy &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;. So throughout the day, we just bought food walked around and did a few random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we did do, was take &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;luvos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Duh. What else would we do. Here are some pictures for you;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384266779746199874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SrjCG-61aUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Ol0efPgBHM0/s320/pinestock+-+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384266784073823042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SrjCHPCns0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/bQxosTxu-bU/s320/pinestock+-+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384266768826167074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SrjCGWPS7yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YPoua4qbSlY/s320/pinestock+-+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I also found some spare &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;water bombs&lt;/span&gt; in the sinks and we decided to fill them up. We failed with a few because the stupid taps are too fat now so we got a bit wet. Haha, we nearly got caught by Ms. Ellis, except &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we were having a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384266789458210626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SrjCHjGW70I/AAAAAAAAAgA/mRwQRRJ3Luc/s320/pinestock+-+7+(water+bombs).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t be bothered blogging anything else. Go read someone else’s blog. Ahh, everyone's getting lazy again. Crap. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Start blogging again&lt;/span&gt; people !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;chia. 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Since I’m a &lt;em&gt;lazyass&lt;/em&gt; and I can’t be fxcked recalling all the events that happened that day, I’m just going to recall the events that actually are interesting. So, today was the beginning of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Summer Sport&lt;/span&gt;. Jenny and I ended up as the only girls in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bowling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;which is somewhat annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the year 10s were at an excursion, Jenny and I got a lane for ourselves, consequentially, we finished our game at 1:45PM. This got us to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Warringah Mall&lt;/span&gt; at 2:00PM. We went window shopping for some time and we spotted some cool clothes to buy. By 2:35PM I realized that I had missed the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2:30 280&lt;/span&gt; bus. So I caught the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3:00 280&lt;/span&gt; bus with others and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, while I was doing some paper runs, I went and crashed &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jonno’s &lt;/span&gt;house. It was very boring. But I found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stickers! XD And a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;baby photo&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Anyway, after I went to art class, and I drew an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kookaburra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;chia. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-2587105588842683095?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2587105588842683095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=2587105588842683095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2587105588842683095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2587105588842683095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/window-shopping.html' title='window shopping .'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3359958160692587637</id><published>2009-09-16T21:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:41:10.486+11:00</updated><title type='text'>crash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRASH AT MY PLACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggests, unexpectedly a couple of people&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;crashed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my place. Strangely, my parents didn't really mind. I guess allt hat stuff about my parents caring was just bullshit. So, it wasn't all too bad. But anyway, before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, and throughout the whole day I carried a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hairdryer&lt;/span&gt; around with me looking like a retard. Again, Nancy and I only &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; got the bus. Yet again. Funnily enough, we also got CC's earphones again. Plus, I got the iPod too. Anyway, the first period, History went for so long, I felt like dying. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I hate Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Graphics, we went to Learning Centre to get &lt;em&gt;'tips'&lt;/em&gt; from Rutherford again. I swear he is such a show-off. All he talks about is how good all this software is, and I don't disagree, but he says stuff like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Oh, before I came to this school, everything was so old-fashioned'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Wtf, also during graphics,we had a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCKDOWN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Funny, because all we could hear in the Learning Cenre was &lt;em&gt;'blahblahblahblahblah' &lt;/em&gt;from Tomlin. What was also funny, was that Riley and Rutherford said that we had to pretend we weren't here so that the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'armed gunmen'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't know that we were in the classroom. Telling us to sit on the floor so that ehy wouldn't see us when you were sitting at a desk yourself, and also giving us Family Guy to watch? What a lockdown. So basically asll we did was watch movies etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was pretty boring, in English we analysed book covers. In Science, we played around with the light/ray boxes. In Maths, we had a class test that went for the whole period -.-''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school at the bus bay, it somehow got out that Jackie and Jesse were coming over to film our Commerce assignment again. &lt;em&gt;because &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SOMEONE &lt;/span&gt;(*cough Emma cough cough*) forgot to press the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;RECORD&lt;/span&gt; button the first time.&lt;/em&gt; And I don't know what happened, suddenly, it came to my attention that David and Daran were coming too. We went to Coles and bought shit. That was when I realised my parents were also there. So we ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, can't be bothered anymore. Got home. Filmed. Bummed around for ages. Left. Watched Jesse try Jackie's jacket. Went to bus stop. Jesse and Jackie missed their bus. David and Daran just got their bus. I left to go back home. I made all this shit for dinner that no one ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I say, that during big dinners with asians, don't cook so much. No one eats it all. Then it becomes &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'lou fan'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing else really happened. Overal, I'm just amazed I didn't get yelled at for having guys over to bum around do nothing. I figured, we only needed ten minutes to film and we stayed at my house for one and a half to two hours. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;chia. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3359958160692587637?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3359958160692587637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3359958160692587637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3359958160692587637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3359958160692587637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/crash.html' title='crash.'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-2817483443884410555</id><published>2009-09-12T18:21:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:41:56.419+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multicultural day'/><title type='text'>multicultural day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MULTICULTURAL DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, it was the Chinese school's &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;multicultural day&lt;/span&gt;. Chinky started at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;but went until &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;. We got to Chatswood around &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8:40AM&lt;/span&gt; and bummed around for a while. &lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt; meaning &lt;em&gt;Nancy&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; me.&lt;/em&gt; We wandered around the early stages of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Spring Festival.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;We managed to get two shirts for $20, so that's like $10 per shirt. That's pretty okay I reckon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380741731334965490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sqw8GKRXSPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_LjTf3pntak/s320/newshirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We got to Chinky late, but not by that much. When I got there, everyone was just setting up. I got dragged to the kitchen to start help making the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pearl Milk Tea.&lt;/span&gt; Mind you, it was pretty crap. It was all bitter and the aftertaste was horrible. The price kept changing from $3.00 to $1.40 and then back up to $2.00. It was slightly annoying actually. Anyway, we also sold some &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lollies &lt;/span&gt;and soft drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The people that were there were the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday School Crew&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; Cathy, Cindy, Erica, Wendy, Emma, Erine and me, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;other randoms&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; Lizzy, Cho, H and Jenny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I managed to scare a few kids away with my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"awesome"&lt;/em&gt; advertising skills.&lt;/span&gt; Erine stuck a sign on my back advertising&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Pearl Milk Tea&lt;/span&gt;. The Teacher put me on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cleaning up duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I somehow got my finger squished between the lid and the rim of a container while cleaning the container. There, I also saw and old friend of mine from Sunday Chinkky school, Jessica.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hi jess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;After a while of wandering around, we bailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We met up with Daran and we all wandered the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Spring Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again. We ended up in Priceline where I bought a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Remington 'My Salon' straightner and hairdryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But Daran paid for a bit of it so that he could have the hairdryer. After that, we left Erica and Erine to their filming in front of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;condoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Priceline, while we went to Easyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380739768501057010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sqw6T6JStfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UKymxZuWzGk/s320/IMG_0266%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380739757146992914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sqw6TP2RcRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/su0qPwG2SKk/s320/IMG_0263%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380739740029160690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sqw6SQFEDPI/AAAAAAAAAew/8UguNzIQLns/s320/IMG_0262%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Easyway, Lizzy, Cho and I went to Target to help Erine and Erica with some more filming. Unfortunately, Lizzy and Cho bailed on us and I had to play Lizzy's part too. I became a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;fat asian lady&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a fat glasses kmart jacket girl&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I LOVE their advertisement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then we met back up with everyone at food court. On the way, we grabbed some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;coloured balloons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;and we also saw Wingyue there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While we waited for Erica to get me my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HappyMeal &lt;/span&gt;that she promised me, Lizzy started getting everyone's hair to stand up by collecting static on the balloon. H kept hitting everyone with the balloon too. Nothing else really happened. We just walked around and around and I was starting to get a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from the stupid heat. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;em&gt;HATE&lt;/em&gt; SUMMER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, let's just say dislike very much. By this time, Jenny and Erica had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while of walking around, we settled for watching the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dance-off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I realised I knew someone from the group of people dancing. But not actually know know, just a friend of one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;North Shore&lt;/span&gt; and we did tests and stuff and that was it. I got a lift from Nancy home and at the moment, I'm at her house typing this up, but it's a shame because the phone USB cable thing &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;isn't working&lt;/span&gt; at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Also, I made this. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Very simple x]&lt;/span&gt; For a breakfast the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380742868129168242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sqw9IVKOO3I/AAAAAAAAAfg/LQioOhp1QgI/s320/IMG_0261%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;chia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-2817483443884410555?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2817483443884410555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=2817483443884410555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2817483443884410555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2817483443884410555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/multicultural-day.html' title='multicultural day'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sqw8GKRXSPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_LjTf3pntak/s72-c/newshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3419890873894603653</id><published>2009-09-11T21:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:42:18.779+11:00</updated><title type='text'>seymour gets owned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEYMOUR GETS OWNED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, as the title suggests, today, Seymour got &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;owned&lt;/span&gt;. So ,today in History, we were watching yet &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; video. I'm not complaining, mind you, and Quill comes in and asks for the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gallipoli&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;movie and Seymour being the lazy kind of person she is, she threw the DVD across the room. There it goes, flying across the room, slowly reaching Quill… until it hits &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Moni.&lt;/span&gt; -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Quill gets the DVD and Seymour comes rushing over and repeatedly says &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sorry . Are you okay . Are you sure. I should have never done that . Does it hurt? I'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well damn right you should be sorry, bitch. Then Quill persisted in saying that Seymour should have hit Tom Warburton instead and continued to hit Tom few more time than necessary. After that, throughout the lesson, we could hear Seymour say &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry Monica, I should have never thrown it"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also realised that it was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9/11&lt;/span&gt;. Moni suggested that we should have 1-minute of silence during the lesson, since it &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;history and that we should acknowledge this. Since neither Moni or Emma wanted to ask, I asked her if we got have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5-10&lt;/span&gt; minutes of silence. At first she misheard me so I repeated what I wanted to say, but said &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5-20&lt;/span&gt; minutes instead of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass discussion of how long the minute/s of silence were going to be, we &lt;em&gt;(meaning Seymour and herself)&lt;/em&gt; decided upon a 2 minutes of silence. Great ! That's &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 minutes&lt;/span&gt; of our lesson wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;chia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3419890873894603653?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3419890873894603653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3419890873894603653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3419890873894603653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3419890873894603653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/seymour-gets-owned.html' title='seymour gets owned'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-4059296177494009497</id><published>2009-09-10T21:05:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:19:32.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tanken centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TANKEN CENTRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(slightly late)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guilty late blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got up at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6:50AM,&lt;/span&gt; and started to get ready for the highly anticipated excursion. After getting ready, I started eating my breakfast consisting of plain milk. I was too lazy to make myself anything else since my parents were too lazy to get up earlier than me. After that, I waited for Wendy to come pick me up from my house. By this time, it was around &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7:20AM&lt;/span&gt; and that was when Wendy was planning on picking me up, but since she wasn’t there, I watched little kiddie shows. It is slightly disturbing, how on little kiddie shows they show girls with fat asses and totally disproportional bodies and etching the image into little kiddie’s minds. Oh well, at least they aren’t fixing the anorexia problem into their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7:30AM&lt;/span&gt;, Wendy finally arrived. Not to my surprise, Cindy was also there and Wendy’s dad drove us up to the school. We arrived at around &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7:50AM&lt;/span&gt;, nevertheless, still on time. We took a few group photos before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one, consisting of me shouting out &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;MotherFather”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which if you went to our school, you would know what I meant. In both of the photos, to my understanding, Erine was shivering from head to toe. It was colder than I expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379794742790567442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sqje0LCLthI/AAAAAAAAAeY/eg33zdum80M/s320/tanken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we all trekked on to the bus and grabbed the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;backseat&lt;/span&gt;. Annoyingly enough, Erine and Erica gave in to the 3 fxcking Year 11’s . They were fxcking annoying. Once the ride started, they began trying to kick us off the seat. Sadly they failed. So this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first part of the trip, they tried to scare us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We’re going to talk to you about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and all that other &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;random shxt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you’re going to learn later on in your life. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to ask us about our &lt;i&gt;dating lives&lt;/i&gt; but failed miserably, and instead got owned by asian insults. When trying to tease us back, all we heard was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAN BAO BAO HAN BAO BAO HAN BAO BAO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to their accent, I wasn’t quite sure what they said so I asked Gavin and he said that it meant &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hamburger&lt;/span&gt;. Lol fail. Eventually, we started playing cards and they tried to work out what we were playing, but again, failed. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Big 2 FTW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cindy went off to get some food, her seat got taken by a certain Year 11. By that time, Jenny and I had swapped seats so I was supposedly behind Cindy and closer to the Year 11’s. I was getting pissed off because they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. kicked Erine and Erica off their seats&lt;br /&gt;2. annoyed us the whole fxcking bus trip&lt;br /&gt;3. just generally being annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I cried. Not really cried. But you know fake cry. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to guys, it’s a sin to make a girl cry. So, after noticing that I was&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“crying”&lt;/span&gt; they moved back to their original seats and Jenny and I placed all our shxt on the seat so that we took up more than half the back seat. The three Year 11’s were squished up on one side and Jenny and I were relaxing on the other. The bus ride remained that way until we got to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kirrawee High School&lt;/span&gt; and arrived at the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tanken Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tanken Centre&lt;/span&gt; looked traditional on both the outside and the inside. After taking a few photos, we entered the centre and automatically entered what Japanese call it, a genkan. It is equivalent to that of an entrance hall except there are many procedures to be taken. We spent 20 minutes trying to go into the Japanese house properly and then we finally entered the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tatami room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JENNNNNYYYYY;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379795101071521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SqjfJBvBOGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nc_P0B8IONY/s320/jenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tatami room was were most of our activities were held. We were sorted into 4 teams. The names of our teams were the names of the four seasons in Japanese. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Winter – fuyu&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Spring – haru&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Summer – natsu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Autumn – aki&lt;/span&gt; ; Aki was the one Jenny, Erica and I got put into. The others were distributed amongst the other teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tatami room&lt;/span&gt;, we played a lot of games, further expanding our knowledge of the Japanese culture and background. Well anyway, I can't be bothered blogging anymore, so what basically happened, was we took part in some activities, ate, did some more activities and made bookmark stuffs and we did this cool &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;calligraphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stuff with like cool paper that made your words disappear, literally. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;chia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-4059296177494009497?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4059296177494009497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=4059296177494009497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4059296177494009497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4059296177494009497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/tanken-centre.html' title='tanken centre'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sqje0LCLthI/AAAAAAAAAeY/eg33zdum80M/s72-c/tanken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-414184112160648862</id><published>2009-09-08T21:05:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:14:16.031+10:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NEW LAYOUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I have a new layout , and originally, I found it really stupid, as it was talking about all this &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;emo shxt&lt;/span&gt; and had this random picture of a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; emo girl. So, I edited the html, and I've changed it to a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; blog layout. My comment thing is gone, I don't really mind anymore, I like my cbox too (: But comments were lovely too. But I seriously can't be bothered to go find the html &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt; That was a bother. I've even dedicated that scrolly bit to the side to the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;asian invasion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3. And the mouse drops cute crosses everywhere. Cute yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chia. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-414184112160648862?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/414184112160648862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=414184112160648862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/414184112160648862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/414184112160648862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-5906410218723522318</id><published>2009-09-08T17:01:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:16:42.632+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my second welcoming post .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SECOND WB POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, hello, Well, this is the continuation &lt;em&gt;(is that even a word)&lt;/em&gt; of my previous blog where I told you I was going to talk about a whole bunch of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Laptop Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can skip this part if you want, I just feel like letting off a bit of steam about the really uncnecessary stuff that they put into the magazine&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;CLICK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , the magazine they gave us along with the laptop meeting. Such as cyberbullying and social networking. What the fxck, seriously. I'm pretty sure we're all aware of cyberbullying because everyone gets harrassed in this form pretty much. And social networking is for being social. God, and apparently it's bad if you put all your personal information on it yeah. But what good is a birthday, or a photo to a stalker. A birthday's going to do heaps eh. And a photo, yeah, but you don't know where I am, yeah. Okay, I'll stop raging at it. My point is, that it brought about a whole lot of discussion between me and my parents and in the end, it's just stupid if I retaliate because they'll just say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"don't be rude"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"don't be unreasonable"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I'm the one being perfectly reasonable. And also, what's the difference between charging it in the kitchen and your room. Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Interesting North Shore&lt;br /&gt;Lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently, we've been having quite interesting North Shore lessons. Such as one where we were asked to write to Juliet about our love problems. I got an A for my effort and my letter. My letter got a comment , quote ; "a very interesting dilemma". When you hear about what it was about, you'll probably call it interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a transvestite, but I'm also a hermaphrodite. I'm not sure whether to call myself a transvestite or not. I've always thought of myself as a guy, but I dress as a girl."&lt;br /&gt;And that's only SOME of it. LOL. Last week, we were told to do some impromptu writing. The first topic was Homework, in which we heard a very interesting piece of writing from Cindy. I would give it a A+ if it were me giving out marks. The second topic, much more interesting, was Friendship. We learned many things, such as ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Cindy's allergic to the sun&lt;br /&gt;- Cathy trips over her shoes&lt;br /&gt;- we're&lt;br /&gt;asian&lt;br /&gt;- Erine's hand hurts&lt;br /&gt;- Chia loves communitychannel&lt;br /&gt;- Emma doesn't&lt;br /&gt;know Daran very well&lt;br /&gt;AND MOST IMPORTANTLY quoted from Cindy&lt;br /&gt;" Chicks&lt;br /&gt;before Dicks "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I fully agree with everyone. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Upcoming Tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Around now, I'm having lots of tests. On Thursday, I have a Maths test on just about everything I'm crap at. Then on Monday, I have a Commerce assignment and a PE test which I'm pretty much fxcked for. Then on Friday, I have a Science test, which I'll fail at because it's just science. Then sooner or later, I have a English exposition &lt;em&gt;in-class&lt;/em&gt; which I'm fxcked for because I haven't even finished reading the book I was supposed to read to do the exposition. Well, there goes good marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. We also learnt the Japanese version of Heads and Shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;We were singing the silent version in which all you could hear was me laughing&lt;br /&gt;my ass off the whole time. It was pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.P.S. Today, our group found a new hobby. Scaring fellow group&lt;br /&gt;members with humping the table. (: Good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-5906410218723522318?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5906410218723522318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=5906410218723522318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/5906410218723522318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/5906410218723522318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-second-welcoming-post.html' title='my second welcoming post .'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-228093123763115856</id><published>2009-09-07T21:50:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:18:38.407+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my welcoming boring ol' post .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FIRST WB POST.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(there'll be more ; wb is a welcome back )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow bloggers, I'm back in business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably would have noticed, I haven’t blogged in a while. Well, if you hadn’t noticed, that’d be kind of dumb. So, due to request, I’ve decided to blog one LONG post about my life since I last blogged. Well, I lied, I meant blog about the main events. AND if I can be bothered, I’ll be a Wendy and a Jenny and do a little photo story. So, things that have been on the agenda are; By the way, they’re definitely not in chronological order. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;-erica, cindy and maria’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;-laptop meeting&lt;br /&gt;-some interesting north shore lessons&lt;br /&gt;-upcoming tests&lt;br /&gt;-father’s day&lt;br /&gt;-tanken centre&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure other things will pop up now and then , so , if you love me, read on, if you don’t, don’t bother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Erica, Cindy and Maria’s Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the day, after chink school ,the chinky school group trekked up to Chatswood and met up with a few people before leaving for the city. On the train , the group split to the &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt; group and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; group. On the train ride , I said something strangely funny , and the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; group heard Lizzy go &lt;i&gt;“ahahahahahhahahah”&lt;/i&gt; in a strange pedo way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the train and wandered around for a while until we got to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Capitol&lt;/span&gt;. We took capitol photos, as expected, and they turned out really pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378693329223010258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SqT1FdwZx9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/71l7aMBd7gA/s320/purikura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378694711876694738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SqT2V8iustI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lphNM7xfTxc/s320/purikuraa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While everyone was decorating, Jenny and I decided to take luvos in place of our usual extra sticky photos. It was good enough. The lighting was very pretty at Capitol. Perfect in every way (: And they're all edited due to convenience. Make me look prettier, and make Jenny look &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; prettier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378695757616962690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SqT3S0Oo3II/AAAAAAAAAd4/vsEcFXGOoCc/s320/edited+luvo+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378695684961929938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SqT3OlkVCtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/oZ66nlkP2AQ/s320/edited+luvo+-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378695218620649842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SqT2zcT50XI/AAAAAAAAAdo/sP81oKGbeW8/s320/edited+luvo+-1+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Capitol&lt;/span&gt;, we headed to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Show&lt;/span&gt; for karaoke. Unfortunately, a little conflict formed, and in the end, everyone excluding Jenny and me went to lunch . This was because &lt;em&gt;two certain people&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't pick up their phones. While we waited for Erine and Wendy, we also met up with Daran, Jonno, Donny and Jesse. The 8 of us walked to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kuro &lt;/span&gt;where everyone else was. The table/s were obviously too small to fit all of us, so the boys left, meaning it was completely pointless for them to have come in the first place. Jenny and I decided to have waffles at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;French Reviera&lt;/span&gt; instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378697690811795298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SqT5DV8NB2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WP8EeYveJio/s320/waffles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They were both yummy and filling. Jenny grabbed her spoon and shoved it in the cream and stuffed it in her mouth thinking it was ice cream. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fail Jenny.&lt;/span&gt; Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we back to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kuro&lt;/span&gt; for everyone else and we they went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;French Reviera&lt;/span&gt;. Fortunately, they only bought a little ice cream, then a part of the group took Emma, Erine and I up to the station so that we would be forced back to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;North Shore&lt;/span&gt;. On the train, we just laughed at each other's &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;North Shore&lt;/span&gt; stories, and in no time &lt;em&gt;(meaning a long time)&lt;/em&gt; we were back in Chatswood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;North Shore&lt;/span&gt;, we were learning &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trigonometry&lt;/span&gt; again, except I had no fxcking idea what he was talking about. The substitute got through the lesson very quickly so during the extra time we had, I had to continuously ask questions until I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got the meaning to the questions. English was slightly boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, another bunch of us &lt;em&gt;(i.e. Jenny, Maria, Liz, H, Jackie, Wingyue, Daran, Jonno, Erine, Emma, Cathy and I)&lt;/em&gt; met up. Jenny, Cathy and I combined to buy Maria a very pretty dress that complimented her so much I wanted to cry. Not really, but you know. Afterwards, the sleepover people caught a bus to Maria' house and we ate dinner. As most of you probably know because of the latest discussion at school, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maria's cat looks like the one in Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, we ate a very &lt;em&gt;very very&lt;/em&gt; filling dinner, in which I ate more than Jenny. Yes, I consider that an achievement. We then karaoked to our hearts content, while Jackie ran on the treadmill for ages. Lizzy got pretty annoyed with me because during the Korean songs, I constantly sang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"yesyes, yesyes, yesyes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; causing her to kick my ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the group split in half. One group, went to the Video store, while us others, sat around. The non-Video group &lt;em&gt;(i.e. Jackie, Jenny, Erine and I)&lt;/em&gt; got really bored. Maria tried to soothe our boredom with Angels and Demons, which on the other hand, promoted boredom. We turned off the DVD and sat around and talked. We tried to call Willjin to talk about some &lt;em&gt;issues&lt;/em&gt; but failed to because we were laughing too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the Video group came back, we ate watermelon and chips, and drank coke while watching Hitch, In Her Shoes and Walk With Me or something. Well, I only stayed for Hitch because my parents are asians with superstitions about drugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home, slept and woke up the next morning to whole load of paper runs to do. Interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(of Erica, Cindy and Maria's birthday)&lt;br /&gt;the other's will be in separate post, this is too long a post for me. t-t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-228093123763115856?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/228093123763115856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=228093123763115856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/228093123763115856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/228093123763115856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-welcoming-boring-ol-post.html' title='my welcoming boring ol&apos; post .'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SqT1FdwZx9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/71l7aMBd7gA/s72-c/purikura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6506031244864787119</id><published>2009-08-10T00:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:41:23.132+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Daran and Chia wish Erica a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~~ Happy Birthday! ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go do your kaplan chia.&lt;br /&gt;nities ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-6506031244864787119?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6506031244864787119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6506031244864787119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6506031244864787119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6506031244864787119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-599359409543016119</id><published>2009-07-23T21:34:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:25:15.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>22.07.09 - birthday outing</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 22 July 2009 - warm weather , &lt;i&gt;my birthday !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, by what the title says, you may have realised it was my birthday. I am finally turning &lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt; and I'm one step closer to retiring from orange juice along with the rest of you. {looking forward to that, wendy} Anyway, Jenny, Jackie, Cindy, Erica, Wingyue, Cathy, Liz, Erine, Emma, Will, Gavin, Daran, Sam LAM and I went to City to celebrate. Wow that's a list alright. Except the only people that were there not late were, Jenny, Cindy, Erica, Wingyue, Liz, Erine, Gavin and Sam LAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since my brother went to North Shore at 9:30AM, my mum gave me a lift to Chatswood. The morning didn't go so well however. The first 5 minutes after leaving the house, my phone switched itself off due to lack of battery. Luckily, my dad had a phone to spare and I used that one. Although I didn't have any contacts on it, so it was slightly awkward when people called me and I had to ask who it was every time. Next, when I was leaving the car, I was at Chatswood Chase already and I realised I left my wallet in the car. Lucky again, my mum drove back and gave me my wallet. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking from Chase though, I got trampled by a dog. My godsister's dog! I managed to bump into them on the way up to meet Jenny. Since I was in a hurry, I exchanged a few words then went to meet Jenny. We helped contribute to a charity for &lt;i&gt;child labour&lt;/i&gt; or something. The hosts sold a ticket to both Jenny and I and asks for our ages. When we replied with a mere &lt;b&gt;"14"&lt;/b&gt; their expressions were &lt;i&gt;priceless&lt;/i&gt;. Hilarity. Anyway, we went to Morning Glory where we acted all buff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhOSkBEEOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wihXeAYCkhY/s1600-h/09+-+buff+chia.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhOSkBEEOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wihXeAYCkhY/s320/09+-+buff+chia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361621437197324514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we met Liz and Erine. Something that also marked my face as &lt;i&gt;priceless&lt;/i&gt; was this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhPE54UmSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tvDDwZvGDy0/s1600-h/Image146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhPE54UmSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tvDDwZvGDy0/s320/Image146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361622302059698466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, seriously. As previously shown, I was up to my &lt;b&gt;50%&lt;/b&gt; with my &lt;i&gt;Photostar&lt;/i&gt; card and there was also a &lt;b&gt;30%-50%&lt;/b&gt; sale, allowing sticker photos to be &lt;b&gt;$10&lt;/b&gt;. I could have got sticky photos for $5. == And it's out of order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erine bought a little something, contributing to her present to me. :) Thank you Erine. I &lt;3 you, the socks are ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhPl6SsUfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/b6g3f_6YFoc/s1600-h/bleh+009.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhPl6SsUfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/b6g3f_6YFoc/s320/bleh+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361622869105988082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to Chatswood Park and mucked around for a while. Luckily, I wasn't caught in this &lt;i&gt;"rape"&lt;/i&gt; if it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhP3Dq0YbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PeEetFCY7dk/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhP3Dq0YbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PeEetFCY7dk/s320/Image149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623163680874930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the Station to meet Gavin. Originally, we were supposed to meet at the &lt;b&gt;Square Pole&lt;/b&gt; but low and behold, we saw SAM LAM. So anyway, Gavin made a &lt;b&gt;OMFG&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;priceless&lt;/i&gt; expression as he saw Liz's style/fashion. While we were talking about that, Liz looked beyond us and said &lt;i&gt;"Is that Sam Lam?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then met up with Cindy and Erica and we bought our tickets. We also bought Wingyue's so that we could rush to the platform as soon as she got here. When she did, we desperately tried to find Gavin and Sam Lam as the train was right there. Hoping they had gotten on to the train, we got on and sat. Only to find they didn't catch it. T_T , fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train, a couple of us got a bit high and I established a &lt;i&gt;Hi&lt;/i&gt; with a random guy with a board. We then waited at QVB for Gavin and Sam Lam. Then, &lt;i&gt;rushed&lt;/i&gt; to Missha. To find a sign that said &lt;b&gt;"Back in 15 minutes"&lt;/b&gt;. -.-'' We then rushed in once the doors were open and explored. Then we met up with Cathy, Emma and Will at &lt;i&gt;Lincraft&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go karaoke. On the way, we saw some of the &lt;i&gt;guai lohs&lt;/i&gt; who we later found out had taken sticky photos, with slightly weird decorating skills. &lt;i&gt;Fireworks&lt;/i&gt;. We spent about an hour looking for the actual place, only to give up at one point and just go take sticky photos. Our group of 12 stuffed themselves into one stuff machine and managed to take very packed photos. We were barely able to decorate. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhRjdIWukI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZbvdXD-bOZ4/s1600-h/32+-+group,+moon+background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhRjdIWukI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZbvdXD-bOZ4/s320/32+-+group,+moon+background.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361625025941518914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jenny and I took another set at one of the pro sparkly machines. :) Hopefully, scans will be up soon. {looks at Jenny}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to go eat before we went to the Karaoke place we went to before. Halfway there, I realised I had dropped my phone somewhere. Luckily, I remembered that it had fallen out of my coat pocket at one of the machines and I managed to retrieve it. It was then, I started getting slightly paranoid about losing my things. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Maccas, we ate and decided what to do next. Karaoke and then we had to ditch the ice cream. T_T At Maccas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhTSmEjQSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/t18jFlAhgsA/s1600-h/17+-+maccas+fest.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhTSmEjQSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/t18jFlAhgsA/s320/17+-+maccas+fest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361626935306961186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Karaoke where we sang our voices out, literally. I did. My voice was so raspy by the time I got back out. The main songs that killed my voice were &lt;i&gt;Barbie Girl&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;I Kissed A Girl&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Barbie Girl&lt;/i&gt; is an obvious why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, is fantastic..."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go Barbie, Come on Barbie"&lt;br /&gt;"Aah aah aah yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed my voice. Then with the inspiration of communitychannel Gavin and I changed the lyrics a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I kissed a girl, and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;the taste of cherry chapsticks"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly became, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I fxcked your mum, and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;the taste of FOOT"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we know it doesn't flow, but;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ8LxIF9dIc&amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ8LxIF9dIc&amp;feature=fvsr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4itw35vAW4&amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4itw35vAW4&amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know where we're coming from. At karaoke, we also took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhWl9Zr0BI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/31DAe2-te5c/s1600-h/11+-+jenny,me,bathroom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhWl9Zr0BI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/31DAe2-te5c/s320/11+-+jenny,me,bathroom1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361630566522015762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhWgwtzkDI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hjIRdG4IFLY/s1600-h/10+-+bathrooms+karaoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhWgwtzkDI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hjIRdG4IFLY/s320/10+-+bathrooms+karaoke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361630477217402930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, a bunch of people left and we went to Galaxy World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhV-v4jASI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ei9DOzj9sFM/s1600-h/13+-+jackie,jenny,me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhV-v4jASI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ei9DOzj9sFM/s320/13+-+jackie,jenny,me1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361629892878467362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhV1U2Qz9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/cB6bznEfRZQ/s1600-h/14+-+jenny,me,galaxyworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhV1U2Qz9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/cB6bznEfRZQ/s320/14+-+jenny,me,galaxyworld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361629731002306514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The After Galaxy World Edition will be up later. I seriously cannot be fxcked to blog anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be up tomorrow. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-599359409543016119?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/599359409543016119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=599359409543016119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/599359409543016119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/599359409543016119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/220709-birthday-outing.html' title='22.07.09 - birthday outing'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhOSkBEEOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wihXeAYCkhY/s72-c/09+-+buff+chia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3315286570402366357</id><published>2009-07-23T20:56:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:33:45.101+10:00</updated><title type='text'>13.07.09 - general clean up</title><content type='html'>Monday 13 July 2009 - the day the hobos come out to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this whole post is a joke, I just felt like posting something since, I'm just strange that way. Anyway, I hope this comes out right, the order of posting or some crap. I just couldn't be bothered getting the photos until now. &amp; these I actually took. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's general clean up day here in Forestville and a &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; special day for &lt;i&gt;'the hobos to come out and play'&lt;/i&gt;. Seriously though. You could live practically free. Well, get a shxt quality house for practically free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your mattress which is an equivalent to your bed and your sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhEkjQkK2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/ux5IrBbd6Ys/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhEkjQkK2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/ux5IrBbd6Ys/s320/Image129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361610751115275106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a computer and a TV, or is that a microwave. Either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFRZGFA8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/YyfRZ12RFK4/s1600-h/Image123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFRZGFA8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/YyfRZ12RFK4/s320/Image123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361611521481049026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFLD_wE2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/WzMUHc_mDTc/s1600-h/Image124.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFLD_wE2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/WzMUHc_mDTc/s320/Image124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361611412738151266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a bicycle and chairs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFhi8uH3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/V2sXqNFRo14/s1600-h/Image118.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFhi8uH3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/V2sXqNFRo14/s320/Image118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361611799004061554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a barbeque, equivalent to your stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFWnbi0KI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eywKKLvvuzU/s1600-h/Image132.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFWnbi0KI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eywKKLvvuzU/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361611611228524706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even give you a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WINDOW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFnp7wp6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/xJgZya_BE9E/s1600-h/Image130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhFnp7wp6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/xJgZya_BE9E/s320/Image130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361611903958296482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; AND YOU CAN HAVE THIS HOUSE FOR &lt;i&gt;PRACTICALLY&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;FREE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a short thing where I'm just slightly weird. &gt;_&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also became mine own shxt quality &lt;i&gt;Masterchef&lt;/i&gt; and I whipped up my own {not really} &lt;b&gt;Jam and Cream Scones with Chocolate Dipped Strawberries&lt;/b&gt;. Just to make this post longer, I'll add the recipe. :D Btw, since I didn't have access to some ingredients, I just kind of tweaked it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+` 225g self raising flour&lt;br /&gt;+` pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;+` 55g butter&lt;br /&gt;+` 25g caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;+` 150ml oz milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serving;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+` dairy cream&lt;br /&gt;+` COLES strawberry jam {all other strawberry jams actually have strawberries in them}&lt;br /&gt;+` more white sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strawberries;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+` strawberries&lt;br /&gt;+` cooking chocolate {dark}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat the oven to 220C/425F/Gas 7. Lightly grease a baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;2. Using your hands, get a large bowl and mix the flour, salt and butter together so you don't see the butter very well&lt;br /&gt;3. Stir in the caster sugar and the milk with something other than your hands because it gets icky. {didn't have any caster sugar so just used white sugar}&lt;br /&gt;4. Knead the mixture until resembles dough adding a little bit of flour at a time so that it doesn't stick and get annoying&lt;br /&gt;5. Use your hand to hit the dough until flat , should be about 1-2cm thick. &lt;br /&gt;6. Use something about 5cm in diameter and cut out circles and place them on the greased baking sheet , unless you want malformed scones&lt;br /&gt;7. Stuff them in the oven for 10-20 minutes or until golden brown OR until when you stick a skewer into it and it's stiffish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cream;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get an electric beater and beat the cream at a high speed while adding 4 teaspoons of white sugar slowly until the cream is puffy and resembles cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strawberries;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Melt the chocolate in the microwave 30 seconds at a time, stirring it a bit after each 30 seconds. {i was lazy and just melted it in the  microwave}&lt;br /&gt;2. After it has gone liquidy ish {not too long in the microwave otherwise it will dry up} dip the strawberries in and let dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serving it;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Use a knife to cut the scone in half so that you have two circles.&lt;br /&gt;2. On the inside of each of the circles, spread some strawberry jam and spread the cream&lt;br /&gt;3. Assemble it together again and then further place some cream on the top. Then place the strawberry on top! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TA-DA! {be nice okay}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhJ0yE7fJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EhtAIt2Qmhc/s1600-h/bleh+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhJ0yE7fJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EhtAIt2Qmhc/s320/bleh+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361616527529049234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the process;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhKTwl3jcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eeX5PwQApus/s1600-h/bleh+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhKTwl3jcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eeX5PwQApus/s320/bleh+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361617059706277314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhKJlFZRiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ZP9wCovWGKs/s1600-h/bleh+003.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhKJlFZRiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ZP9wCovWGKs/s320/bleh+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361616884818593314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, you don't have to be genius to know that it looks like a bowl of shxt -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhKDBeuiNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ePhmwvPRWug/s1600-h/bleh+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhKDBeuiNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ePhmwvPRWug/s320/bleh+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361616772181952722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3315286570402366357?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3315286570402366357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3315286570402366357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3315286570402366357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3315286570402366357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/130709-general-clean-up.html' title='13.07.09 - general clean up'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmhEkjQkK2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/ux5IrBbd6Ys/s72-c/Image129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-993833231272068812</id><published>2009-07-18T15:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:25:53.288+10:00</updated><title type='text'>18.07.09 - layout</title><content type='html'>Okay, I apologize for a crappy 101st post. I'll make a better 102nd post. If you know me, it won't be that good so don't expect anything. &gt;&lt; So I have gotten a new layout as you can see. I found it as I was scanning &lt;b&gt;Blogskins&lt;/b&gt;. There are some new features of this blog. Only a few though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Favicon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, you will be able to see a favicon. For those of you who don't know what a favicon is, you see that blogger icon beside the website address in your address bar?&lt;br /&gt;That's a favicon. Hopefully, mine is a pink music note. Courtesy of angela. Thank you, the website you gave me was very helpful. :) I'll dedicate this blog to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Links&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are links on the right side, that's not too interesting, but yeah. Just wanted to point it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. COMMENTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; have comments! After ages of searching for skins with comments. I decided to just edit the HTML. By copying some of the HTML from some of the original templates, I managed to edit my current skin and now at the end of each post there is a link to go to comments. Hopefully you see it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have maintained my Chatbox and a couple of other things. So far so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layout.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-993833231272068812?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/993833231272068812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=993833231272068812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/993833231272068812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/993833231272068812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/180709-layout.html' title='18.07.09 - layout'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-8898614555307868652</id><published>2009-07-18T11:23:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:33:03.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>18.07.09 - hundredth post</title><content type='html'>Saturday 18 July 2009 - warm, sunny, so far so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to retarded skills, I got a extremely pixelated image of a certain hilarious facebook conversation up. Due to the pixelation, I've edited it a bit, and hopefully, it will be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEkl-hc04I/AAAAAAAAAaI/HOjDxIu-VOs/s1600-h/%60a1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEkl-hc04I/AAAAAAAAAaI/HOjDxIu-VOs/s320/%60a1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359605266404660098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEkydvzC_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VQTD_xm0VNA/s1600-h/%60a2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEkydvzC_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VQTD_xm0VNA/s320/%60a2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359605480944765938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEk9B5-PCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/G9U-avXed_g/s1600-h/%60a3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEk9B5-PCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/G9U-avXed_g/s320/%60a3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359605662449810466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmElO_Qd-LI/AAAAAAAAAag/WhpYtTAwzGY/s1600-h/%60a4.bmp"&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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmElO_Qd-LI/AAAAAAAAAag/WhpYtTAwzGY/s320/%60a4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359605970976503986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, you would have noticed that read down the first column and then you read down the second column of each image. And then move on to the next image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really lame hundredth post but to make it up to you, I'll post a very special 101st post. Sorry. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEmPRhMS7I/AAAAAAAAAao/ns6emUEpPFo/s1600-h/cakeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEmPRhMS7I/AAAAAAAAAao/ns6emUEpPFo/s320/cakeee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359607075390114738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 100th!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-8898614555307868652?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8898614555307868652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8898614555307868652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8898614555307868652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8898614555307868652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/180709-hundredth-post.html' title='18.07.09 - hundredth post'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmEkl-hc04I/AAAAAAAAAaI/HOjDxIu-VOs/s72-c/%60a1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-115352011569011212</id><published>2009-07-17T23:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:04:48.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>17.07.09 - recovery.</title><content type='html'>Friday 17 July 2009 - cloudy, windy, more autumn weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no post. Well it's actually quite a recent post in comparison to others and I am happy that people have started to blog again. :D The blogging community has now revived. I have several things to talk about but I'll probably end up slacking off halfway through, even before halfway and I'll just talk about a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I am on my way to a quick recovery and now, I'm only coughing at times. The government is giving out free flu capsules called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tamiflu"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I don't understand why some of you don't like capsules. One. They are so much easier to swallow than other pills such as Panadol. Two. You don't have to taste the disgusting taste that other medicine has you just feel a blob of plastic go down your throat along with some water. So much simpler. :D So the government is giving out free medicine &lt;i&gt;"to stop the spread of flu"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you guys have a facebook &amp; a bebo, you would have noticed that the people visiting facebook and people visiting bebo, how do you say this. The numbers have a &lt;i&gt;slight&lt;/i&gt; gap. In other words. &lt;b&gt;Bebo has died.&lt;i&gt;Facebook is back!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And it's true. I myself have been going on facebook more often than I have on bebo lately. I've realised Facebook has &lt;i&gt;billions&lt;/i&gt; of applications. For those of you who want to know the difference between the two, Bebo is more of a &lt;b&gt;let's-make-your-page-look-good&lt;/b&gt; kind of website. Whereas Facebook is more &lt;b&gt;ooh-apps-let's-play&lt;/b&gt;. Those of you who haven't noticed, myspace sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Facebook, I located something very interesting. Also, very entertaining. :D Courtesy of many;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmCDlMWNfwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/B0zJ5c9ElL4/s1600-h/%60%60just+for+laughs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 42px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmCDlMWNfwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/B0zJ5c9ElL4/s320/%60%60just+for+laughs.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359428231563673346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh, uploading pictures on blogger is so slow now. T_T Well, you're obviously going to have to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CLICK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on the picture to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;READ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; it. == But I seriously recommend a read. It could literally put you in stitches. If you know the background story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that quite a few people have changed their layouts. I envy them they're so pretty. I think I'll change mine too. So tomorrow will consist of browsing layouts and I should have a new layout up by the end of the weekend. Whoopee. Shxt, I forgot the website. If anyone has any suggestions or any good websites I'm open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the week, communitychannel has also posted up a few videos. I think they were &lt;b&gt;"Neglected Keystrokes"&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;"How they Make Love Scenes"&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;"Ruin My Moment"&lt;/b&gt;. I found all of these entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;Neglected Keystrokes;; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1zda_S92V8&lt;br /&gt;How they Make Love Scenes;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKnC7Ovwft4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKnC7Ovwft4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruin My Moment;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eILBWpOuZE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eILBWpOuZE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, I have nothing else to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-115352011569011212?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/115352011569011212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=115352011569011212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/115352011569011212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/115352011569011212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/170709-recovery.html' title='17.07.09 - recovery.'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SmCDlMWNfwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/B0zJ5c9ElL4/s72-c/%60%60just+for+laughs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-4715672221694055299</id><published>2009-07-15T12:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:02:40.479+10:00</updated><title type='text'>15.07.09 - sick again</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 15 July 2009 - warm, sunny, blue skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, 7 days before I turn 14, I'm sick again. This is the 3rd time I've been sick since nearly a month ago. Fortunately, since it is the holidays, I have been able to get enough rest. Yesterday, I slept at 6:30PM and this morning I woke up at 9:00AM. Just a short report. Hopefully, I'll get better soon and more frequent post will be present during these holidays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-4715672221694055299?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4715672221694055299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=4715672221694055299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4715672221694055299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4715672221694055299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/150709-sick-again.html' title='15.07.09 - sick again'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3021304457895661178</id><published>2009-07-10T23:08:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:01:19.141+10:00</updated><title type='text'>10.07.09 - last day + yesterday = zoo</title><content type='html'>10 July 2009 - cold in the morning, gradually getting warmer .. until it started raining in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the last day of school as the title suggests and as most people are on their last day of school, relieved and feel &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;. Ha, so cliche there aren't I? But anyway. I am glad people have started to blog again and it is finally the holidays, enabling people to start blogging constantly now. Although the constant blogs nowadays are there I suppose due to boredom and sickness in comparison to responsibility and excitement. Well this is just here because I have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a while, due to the fact absolutely nothing has happened, except yesterday I went to the zoo as part of the &lt;b&gt;Project Penguin&lt;/b&gt; activity. I guess I can make this post longer by elaborating on that too. I have quite a bit to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09.07.09&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So today, as part of the penguin project a group of us and me went to the zoo to attend to a &lt;b&gt;Expo Day&lt;/b&gt; where they displayed the final projects that made it through. Beforehand, I thought it was going to be a horrible day, seeing those kids again that fcking dobbed us in. *sigh, I feel like such a child using that word: &lt;i&gt;dobbed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the morning, I received a text from Lizzy saying she was sick and was not going to come. Originally, I thought she was just going to leave me with those little kids and let me handle them for myself. But in the end, the only interaction I had with them that day was that I saw &lt;i&gt;Olivia's&lt;/i&gt; face and encounterd &lt;i&gt;Nadia&lt;/i&gt; calling out my name several times, until I ran away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day started off as the group of us meeting up at school then further taking a bus to the zoo together. Fortunately, my group didn't make it through to the finals so I didn't have the endure the day alone with them. 9 out of 16 groups from our school got into the finals, I think, one of them was &lt;i&gt;Emma and Will's&lt;/i&gt; group. Haha. Then, our group of 26 got on to the bus to the zoo. The finalists got off the bus before us to prepare their thingo at the function centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were doing that, the rest of us non-finalists trekked to the &lt;i&gt;'Backyard Bush'&lt;/i&gt; part of the zoo and we did a mini-evaluation of the whole &lt;b&gt;Project Penguin&lt;/b&gt;. After that, we trekked up another hill to the function centre to review the other projects. Izzy and I shared a sheet and completed it in a matter of seconds. Then we found &lt;i&gt;Emma and Will's&lt;/i&gt; group who were setting up their project. Some of us got a bit of a KitKat from Zahra who was across from Emma's group. We got bored and &lt;i&gt;Max, Jonno, Daran, Jesse, Angus, Chris&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;, Izzy and I&lt;/i&gt; went upstairs and sat in a random corridor staying there, bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the boredom really got to Izzy and me and we went down the lift to get Izzy's bag. The lift took ages to arrive and when we got to the level we were supposed to get off, there was a lady standing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chia { to izzy };&lt;/b&gt; is this the right level? no? i don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lady { to us };&lt;/b&gt; project penguin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;izzy;&lt;/b&gt; yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lady;&lt;/b&gt; yep, right level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chia and izzy;&lt;/b&gt; run off.&lt;br /&gt;We got Izzy's bag and found Will at his project trying to get his group to be productive. We got Izzy's bag and left and went back up to the corridor. A few minutes later, Emma arrived and she stayed for a while, until she went back to her project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored again and decided to go to the Seal Show earlier. The group of us started to go to the Seal Show only to find a member of the zoo standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;zoo member;&lt;/b&gt; yeah, it's been cancelled because of the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;us;&lt;/b&gt; *groans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to walk around in circles, not aiming for anywhere in particular. At one point, we tried to go to the orangutans for Izzy, only to find that it was under renovation. :/ We then went to the food court and bought 2 packs of prawn crackers and munched on them while walking around in another circle. Again, we went past the Seal Show and the same zoo member talked to us again and said something about the seal show being at a different time, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, we got tired walking around, well I did, and we headed back to the function centre. Instead of sitting in the corridor now, we sat outside the lifts { above the level where the lady was } and just sat there for a while. That was until we found the place eerily silent. We got up and left and found everyone on the level below sitting down for the awards ceremony. The group of us sat in a corner where the stage was not visible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started eating our lunch and followed by lollipops courtesy of Jesse. Since Jonno has braces, Max and Daran started to annoy him by crunching their lollipops. I think Jesse tried and failed due to &lt;i&gt;"weak teeth"&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, while the awards ceremony went on, many people went up to talk including.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; boy;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What I mean by this is that originally the group of us thought it was a girl excluding Daran and then when I went around the corner to look, we found out it was a guy that sounded like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron and Zahra;&lt;/b&gt; yeah, they went up to talk, just felt like pointing that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the Manly group met up at the door. We broke Max's umbrella then we left. Not that we went there &lt;b&gt;JUST&lt;/b&gt; to break his umbrella, it was on accident by Izzy. :/ On the way to the bus stop, we stopped at the elephants and caught a glimpse of the baby elephant. It was tiny and so &lt;b&gt;cute&lt;/b&gt;. :D Since I failed to take a picture, I just scanned google. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SllUZTD7tqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wUDrdzAO5E8/s1600-h/%60baby+elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SllUZTD7tqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wUDrdzAO5E8/s320/%60baby+elephant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357406025324148386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as the picture, I managed to find a clip of the baby taking it's first steps. Quoted from taronga zoo site.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOj_t2jlprU&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fbabyelephant%2Etaronga%2Eorg%2Eau%2FDefault%2Easpx&amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOj_t2jlprU&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fbabyelephant%2Etaronga%2Eorg%2Eau%2FDefault%2Easpx&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while waiting for the bus we just stood around doing nothing. Again, Jesse and Daran annoyed Jonno with their gum and established a &lt;i&gt;"Jonno language"&lt;/i&gt;. After that, nothing much happened. The bus arrived. Got on. Got to school. Got off. 769 came early. Got on. Got to Forestway. Got off. 280 bus came. Got on. Got to Jamieson Square. Got off. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.07.09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as the title has already suggested, it was the last day of school. As usual, last days of schools, are bludge. Although, at night on TV, was the all-anticipated &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So You Think You Can Dance."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; From America by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - Science&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Room 231 and watched a video on the &lt;b&gt;"Dynamic Earth"&lt;/b&gt;. I wasn't really listening to the video, I was doing my jap homework. D: It was not all too interesting but the video did look quite old fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 - Maths&lt;br /&gt;In Maths, I caught up with work I missed from yesterday due to &lt;i&gt;Project Penguin&lt;/i&gt;. I didn't manage to finish which reminds me, I have to get a new maths book. At the moment, my maths book is just a bunch of papers stapled together. No exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 - Japanese&lt;br /&gt;We had Edmond/Edmund today. I have no idea how to spell his name. We had planned to play cards during the lesson, but Edmond caught us, { well obviously } and told us to put the cards away. But before we put it away, he showed us a trick. During the rest of the lesson, I did work :O and then worked on the back of the sheet which enabled us to describe ourselves. Jenny and I worked together on this one and our family consists of;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number of people;&lt;/b&gt; 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number of fathers;&lt;/b&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number of mothers;&lt;/b&gt; 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number of older sisters;&lt;/b&gt; 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number of older brothers;&lt;/b&gt; 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number of younger sisters;&lt;/b&gt; 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number of younger brothers;&lt;/b&gt; 12&lt;br /&gt;You can try add it all up, it does equal 69, and funnily enough, we also wrote that we were 69 years old. And we still have older brothers, older sisters, mothers and a father. By the way, the fathers through to younger brothers ='s 68 but then you add yourself ;] We have a big family. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 - Graphics&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't finish my Graphics assignment at home, I did the majority of it in class. I managed to print everything off even though it meant waiting through the whole period and lunch AND the majority of PE. But in the end, after lots of hustle and bustle around the room, I managed to stick everything into my folder, completed and hand it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch - I was in Graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 - Graphics/PE&lt;br /&gt;Since the majority of PE, I was in Graphics, I didn't do much except for play cards with Gavin again. Retarded. His sets of 10 included some;&lt;br /&gt;+` 4 2's { twice }&lt;br /&gt;+` 3 2's { twice }&lt;br /&gt;+` etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 - English&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to our Kaplan thing, but it was last lesson of last day of Term 2 so Cathy, Erine and I asked to go to the Learning Centre. Unfortunately, Tomlin was in the library, and O'donnell was in the Learning Centre. :/ Throughout the lesson, we didn't do anything, well Erine and I did nothing. Although we helped Rutherford pack up the headphones. A while after that, we headed back to the classroom and then we were &lt;i&gt;FREE!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 8:00PM &lt;/b&gt; - SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after weeks, America finally have their &lt;i&gt;TOP 20&lt;/i&gt;. This consisted of;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+` girls;&lt;/b&gt; Jeanine, Melissa, Kayla, Randi, Janette, Asuka, Karla, Caitlin, Paris, Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+` boys;&lt;/b&gt; Ade, Evan, Jason, Kupono, Brandon, Jonathan, Phillip, Max, Tony, Vitolio&lt;br /&gt;I have just gone on their website and have found out that America has already got their &lt;i&gt;TOP 10&lt;/i&gt;. If you don't want to hear the spoiler, scroll down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+` top 10 girls;&lt;/b&gt; Jeanine, Melissa, Kayla, Randi, Janette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;+` top 10 boys;&lt;/b&gt; Ade, Evan, Jason, Kupono, Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't like that Jonathan guy anyway. But I'm disappointed that no asians are left. :/ &lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought all performed well, except for Asuka and Vitolio. :/ And a couple of others. I thought Phillip and Jeanine performed exceptionally well though! They danced a hip hop routine to &lt;i&gt;Mad&lt;/i&gt; by Neyo. I also liked Brandon and Janette's foxtrot. It was really pretty especially the part where she actually &lt;i&gt;"flew"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to the website; &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/"&gt;http://www.fox.com/dance/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3021304457895661178?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3021304457895661178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3021304457895661178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3021304457895661178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3021304457895661178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/100709-last-day-yesterday-zoo.html' title='10.07.09 - last day + yesterday = zoo'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SllUZTD7tqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wUDrdzAO5E8/s72-c/%60baby+elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-720256747539953808</id><published>2009-07-04T18:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:17:46.634+10:00</updated><title type='text'>04.07.09 - kellyville</title><content type='html'>Saturday 4 July 2009 - warm by midday, cold by dusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's going to follow the trend of blogging? Fine, I'll just be my little loner on blogspot and just cope by myself. Hmph! Again, it was a boring Saturday, ever since the &lt;i&gt;jigging&lt;/i&gt; incident. So, therefore, straight after Chinese school, I got picked up by mum and the whole family went to &lt;b&gt;Homeworld&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;i&gt;Kellyville&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Chinese school, I arrived just in time for the roll to be marked therefore I didn't have to get a late note. What a record: 2 weeks in a row. This lesson, the teacher was retardded and separated me and erine. I sat at a loner isolation desk because it was just there and erine sat a row behind me to my left. At about 45 minutes to the end of the lesson, we started our party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher, being paranoid about the swine flu, sent the whole class down to the bathrooms to wash our hands. I stayed their and hit the hand-dryer to life. i.e repeatedly hitting it so that it would start. That's literally what I had to do. The party was boring. All we did was ate and talked and what can I say. &lt;b&gt;It was a failed party&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I had to rush out and meet my parents as we were going to Kellyville. It was boring. They looked at houses while I stayed in the car and played around with photobooth on my mum's laptop. Since I can't be bothered to get off my ass and get the photos, I'll post them up another time. Then we returned to Chatswood, where I was late to North Shore. On the way there, I got time to catch up on some sleep. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Maths it was boring. We got our reports etc. During English, the only time Cindy and I both brought food, we weren't allowed to eat because we had a substitute. I got all A's for all my homework tasks that I've handed in for English. That's quite a bit actually. XD Then I got picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-720256747539953808?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/720256747539953808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=720256747539953808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/720256747539953808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/720256747539953808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/040709-kellyville.html' title='04.07.09 - kellyville'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-8189206176701197294</id><published>2009-07-03T18:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:07:52.871+10:00</updated><title type='text'>03.07.09 - youth off the streets</title><content type='html'>Friday 3 July 2009 - windy, but sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I apologize if you read this blog post earlier, I accidently clicked publish post therefore, there was a blank post with only a title. This blog will be short, since I don't actually have that much time and only here because no one else is blogging lately. So, today we had a Mufti day supporting &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Youth Off the Streets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which is a charity that helps young people who are homeless, recovering from abuse and drug dependent. They assist children and help them overcome immense personal traumas such as neglect and physical, psychological and emotional abuse. Enough of that, I feel so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I missed my bus again and caught the 280 to the mall then caught a bus to school from there. In English, I handed in my Romeo and Juliet thing, then we played something called &lt;strong&gt;"Hot Seat"&lt;/strong&gt;. Then in Science, we had Power again and we did a worksheet. In History, since I didn't finish my homework, I was lucky as &lt;i&gt;Seymour&lt;/i&gt; just read through the sheet with us. I got lucky this time. ;p During Commerce, I got asked a question. &lt;i&gt;What is another way to buy items without going to a shop?&lt;/i&gt; I got caught off guard so I said &lt;i&gt;hand me downs?&lt;/i&gt; Then Dean was like, &lt;i&gt;well yes, but new clothes.&lt;/i&gt; Then around me Wendy, Cindy and Jackie were like &lt;b&gt;internet, internet&lt;/b&gt; so I said &lt;i&gt;internet&lt;/i&gt;. Phew. During lunch we went to a Project Penguin meetin and got a note to go to the Expo Day. I pray the kids don't get in. Then I had Maths, where we were doing Surds and also where Erica went to go be runner. Then in Jap, Jenny went to go be runner. &lt;b&gt;i.e. these are the people I sit next to.&lt;/b&gt; Thank god I have Cindy too. &lt;i&gt;&lt;3&lt;/i&gt; lol. &lt;br /&gt;In my whole day nothing much happened. I blogged. OH and there's a new &lt;i&gt;communitychannel&lt;/i&gt; video, which yet again, Gavin watched before me. == &lt;br /&gt;Link;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LcW5LpJKRo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's very awesome. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-8189206176701197294?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8189206176701197294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8189206176701197294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8189206176701197294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8189206176701197294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/030709-youth-off-streets.html' title='03.07.09 - youth off the streets'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-2551720337953748129</id><published>2009-07-02T02:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:44:38.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*Yawn*</title><content type='html'>-Daran and Chia were here doing hw 2.44 am-&lt;br /&gt;*yaaawn*&lt;br /&gt;g'night :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-2551720337953748129?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2551720337953748129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=2551720337953748129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2551720337953748129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2551720337953748129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/yawn.html' title='*Yawn*'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1318860806525827833</id><published>2009-07-01T21:44:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:08:34.639+10:00</updated><title type='text'>01.07.09 - mini chats trip. + bye.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 1 July 2009 – very sunny ;; the weather these days are all the same ;; first day of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a quick blog because I have Maths, English, Japanese, History homework to do. Actually, I have English x 2 homework. &lt;i&gt;Ain’t that great?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 – PE theory&lt;br /&gt;Originally we were going to have prac, but since we missed &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; many lessons, which is actually true, we had theory. We watched a video based around diets I think. I don’t know. Reminds me, she gave us homework. Oh who cares, like anyone does it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 – Graphics&lt;br /&gt;In Graphics, I finally did my 2D drawing. Well, I started to. It actually looked okay O: so I’m quite proud. These past few lessons, I have been doing &lt;s&gt;only a bit&lt;/s&gt; a lot of work in Graphics. Which is &lt;s&gt;normal&lt;/s&gt; good because I usually &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; only do a bit of my work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 – History&lt;br /&gt;In History, we marked the work, then we went through more questions in the booklet. It’s only the second  lesson and Seymour has already given us 2 fat booklets. And I have more homework to do. Sigh, and she’s marking our names down, so I’m going to be a good girl in History now… :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport – Bye&lt;br /&gt;We had a &lt;b&gt;bye&lt;/b&gt; today so we went across the road to &lt;i&gt;John Fisher Park&lt;/i&gt; and did some practice on the field. The wind continuously blew my fringe out of place and therefore I could never see the ball. == That was rather annoying. Then we started doing some skills. Then we had a 3-on-3 game ;; which was rather lame. Eilis was rather lazy if no one minds me saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I caught the 146 to Warringah Mall where Jenny and I went to &lt;b&gt;SES&lt;/b&gt;, followed by &lt;b&gt;Target&lt;/b&gt; then &lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;. I spotted a pair of boots I wanted at &lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt; and they were &lt;i&gt;$50&lt;/i&gt;. Then I caught the 280 bus to Chatswood. Since the Year 9 and 10 basketball boys team were away at Forest, the bus was empty with only a few people ;; Jenny, Wendy, Donny, Daran, Jonno, Will, and me in Year 9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Chatswood, Wendy went home, while Jenny and I first headed towards Cotton On. I spotted many pretty things but I probably wouldn’t be able to buy them. :( How annoying. After Cotton On, we went to Supre and I spotted a pair of jeans and a belt. I probably wouldn’t be able to buy them either, well maybe the belt, but not the jeans. What a shame. :/ We then went to Priceline where we continuously tried products and Jenny finally found a colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we met up with Jenny’s church friend, &lt;i&gt;Ara&lt;/i&gt; and we went and took sticker photos. Photos will probably be up a few posts later. During the time in Morning Glory, we got a call from Donny and Daran. Apparently, they were pissed since we &lt;i&gt;“ditched”&lt;/i&gt; them. *shrug, I don’t know. Well just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am very sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and peeled potatoes. Then I watched the new communitychannel video. How come Gavin always beats me when watching her videos. I have never watched a video before you, goddammit. Well anyway ;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link ;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mdjmafC_NA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mdjmafC_NA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a shame because in this video, she doesn’t talk much because she got her wisdom teeth got pulled out. And apparently Viktor Krum stood her up. :S no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed to art class half an hour late. At art class, my teacher found my lost project and I had to finish that. I was just touching up on it so it only took 5 minutes. Then, since I couldn’t be bothered doing self-portraits in &lt;b&gt;ink&lt;/b&gt; the teacher suggested that we all relax and do the window painting things. We &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to do our name because she told us to. Again, even though I have a picture, I refuse to show you my finished product of my other projects. I hope my teacher hasn’t posted the up either. Goddammit, why did she have to go make a website. == &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-1318860806525827833?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1318860806525827833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1318860806525827833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1318860806525827833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1318860806525827833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesday-1-july-2009-very-sunny.html' title='01.07.09 - mini chats trip. + bye.'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-1952562345423782010</id><published>2009-06-30T21:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:36:52.229+10:00</updated><title type='text'>30.06.09 - dedicated to cindy</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 30 June 2009 - warm in the day, cool in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my post is a mix of my boring day and a quiz taken from Cindy. Yes, this post is dedicated to Cindy, because &lt;b&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;[ I actually don’t know how to spell hallelujah, but anyway ]&lt;/i&gt; she has finally posted a post. Though it &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;isn’t&lt;/b&gt; too bad, I was waiting for the food pictures to fill up the page. Nah, I’m joking, I love you. So anyway, my day;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 – History&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first lesson of History. Guess who with? &lt;s&gt;Quill&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;Campbell&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Seymour&lt;/b&gt;. Hooray. You walk past and a whole bunch of people point and laugh. That’s right, I have Seymour for Commerce, Geography and History. &lt;i&gt;Thank god&lt;/i&gt; I don’t have Geography and History at the same time. On the first day, I am up to my fourth page and have a whole bunch of homework. That’s Seymour for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 – English&lt;br /&gt;We had a substitute - &lt;b&gt;Ms. Mitchell&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;[ I thought she retired ]&lt;/i&gt; We continued to watch Baz Luhrmann’s version of Romeo and Juliet. The night before, I had stayed up to do my Romeo and Juliet script only to find that it was due on Friday. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 – Science&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened. It was really boring. Though at one point, Wendy and Donny kept doing the knee thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 – Graphics&lt;br /&gt;In Graphics as usual, it was bludge. But, I did more work than I usually did. I added pictures to my document and I changed the colour, font type, and size! I say &lt;b&gt;Bravo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 – Maths&lt;br /&gt;I actually did work this time. But it was catch up work for me. Everyone was doing Ex 10.10 and I’m taking my time on Ex 10.7 - &lt;i&gt;lazy bum ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;QUIZ TIME – stolen from Cindy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'HONESTLY SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, whats on your mind:&lt;/i&gt; when will communitychannel post her next  video, I’m bored, life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, what are you doing right now: &lt;/i&gt; what do you mean honestly, not like I’m __ blogging, listening to music, talking, being retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, have you done something bad today: &lt;/i&gt; ate too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, do you watch Disney channel: &lt;/i&gt; hell ye.. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone:&lt;/i&gt; tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now: &lt;/i&gt; hmm, privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time: &lt;/i&gt; how some people expect me to listen to them ; aka my dad ; how people try to control you ; how I can’t stay on the job ; homework mostly ; etc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, do you bite your nails: &lt;/i&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment: &lt;/i&gt; yes actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, are you keeping a big secret right now: &lt;/i&gt; how big is big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, do you have a friend You don’t actually like: &lt;/i&gt; nope, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, does anyone like you: &lt;/i&gt; I don’t know ; yeah, I don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'CAN SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you blow a bubble: &lt;/i&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you dance: &lt;/i&gt; yeah ; but for shxt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you do a cart wheel: &lt;/i&gt; of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth: &lt;/i&gt; you see, I’m not very skilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you touch your toes: &lt;/i&gt; can anyone not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you whistle: &lt;/i&gt; yepp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you wiggle your ears: &lt;/i&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you wiggle you nose: &lt;/i&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you roll your tongue: &lt;/i&gt; what’s that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you make a clover with your tongue: &lt;/i&gt; I try .. and fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'ANGER SECTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you do when you’re mad: &lt;/i&gt;Rage, go quiet at times, watch dramas, sleep, EAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you swear when you’re mad: &lt;/i&gt; it’s instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'TEAR SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever really cried your heart out: &lt;/i&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep: &lt;/i&gt; sometimes ; majority of these times were because dramas had such shxt endings and I’m crying because I wanted a better and happier one but not just because of dramas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever cried on your friend’s shoulder: &lt;/i&gt; yeah ; and erica’s sleeve LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever cried over the same sex: &lt;/i&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury: &lt;/i&gt; how severe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do certain songs make you cry: &lt;/i&gt; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do certain movies make you cry: &lt;/i&gt; hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'HAPPY SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you usually a happy person: &lt;/i&gt; I hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What makes you the happiest: &lt;/i&gt; friends [ so cliché ], food, sleep, internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does being with your friends make you happy: &lt;/i&gt; duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you believe in yourself: &lt;/i&gt; mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you wish you were: &lt;/i&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can music make you happy: &lt;/i&gt; mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'LOVE SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken: &lt;/i&gt; privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you’d die for them: &lt;/i&gt; duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Has anyone besides your friends/family ever said I love you: &lt;/i&gt; yeah &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'HATE SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you actually hate anyone:  &lt;/i&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever made a hit list: &lt;/i&gt; nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever been on a hit list: &lt;/i&gt; probably .. not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you hate George Bush: &lt;/i&gt; can I say that when I know nothing about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'SELF-ESTEEM SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is your self-esteem extremely low: &lt;/i&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you good looking: &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;hell no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you wish you could be someone else: &lt;/i&gt; lots of times ; but not retardedd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'PHYSICAL SECTION; (current)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your current hair color: &lt;/i&gt; black ; sunned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current piercings: &lt;/i&gt; nowhere -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have any tattoos: &lt;/i&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Straight hair or curly: &lt;/i&gt;straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What shirt are you wearing: &lt;/i&gt;random black t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pants: &lt;/i&gt;trackies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shoes: &lt;/i&gt;no shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Necklace: &lt;/i&gt;random ring on chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'HAVE YOU EVER SECTON;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hugged someone: &lt;/i&gt; oh wait, give me a sec, I need to think about this ; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Been on the phone until the sun came up: &lt;/i&gt; i would like to ; but to tell the truth 1. my credit would die and so would I if my mum found out 2. I would literally fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laughed so hard you peed in your pants: &lt;/i&gt;no ; not to that extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: &lt;/i&gt; hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Got in a fight with someone: &lt;/i&gt; verbally - many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'LASTS SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person you talked to in person: &lt;/i&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person you talked to online: &lt;/i&gt; gavin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person you talked to on the phone: &lt;/i&gt; tina (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person you hugged: &lt;/i&gt; don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'CURRENT SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current mood: &lt;/i&gt; bored ; though happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current music: &lt;/i&gt; mad – neyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current hair style: &lt;/i&gt;straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current crush: &lt;/i&gt;*shruug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current thing I ought to be doing: &lt;/i&gt;Graphics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current windows open: &lt;/i&gt; Cindy’s blog ; Graphics ; Graphics ; this ; Youtube ; Facebook ; Bebo – don’t you love multitasking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current desktop picture: &lt;/i&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current book: &lt;/i&gt; book free ;; unless Romeo &amp; Juliet counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'DID SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you ever get into a fist fight in school: &lt;/i&gt; nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you ever run away from home: &lt;/i&gt; Even if I did, I would run back to get a comfortable bed and better food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'DO SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know how to swim: &lt;/i&gt;doggypaddle – pro ;; but yeah I can swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you like roller coasters: &lt;/i&gt;mostly ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'HAVE SECTION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone: &lt;/i&gt;yes ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever painted your nails:&lt;/i&gt; yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-1952562345423782010?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1952562345423782010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=1952562345423782010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1952562345423782010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/1952562345423782010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/300609-dedicated-to-cindy.html' title='30.06.09 - dedicated to cindy'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-8476287955046757686</id><published>2009-06-29T16:39:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:11:36.908+10:00</updated><title type='text'>27.06.09 - kitchen</title><content type='html'>Sunday 27 June 2009 - warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't do very much and all I want to tell you about is about how I made a &lt;i&gt;homemade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; pearl milk tea &lt;/b&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching dramas, I decided to look for the recipe for Pearl Milk Tea. Interestingly, in other countries, they call it &lt;b&gt;Bubble Tea&lt;/b&gt; and can be called &lt;b&gt;Boba Tea&lt;/b&gt; or just simply &lt;b&gt;Boba&lt;/b&gt;. Turns out, our so called &lt;b&gt;Pearl Milk Tea&lt;/b&gt; migrated from Taiwan in the 1980s around the world and arrived in &lt;i&gt;Australia&lt;/i&gt; only a while back. Okay, no more history, time to get in the kitchen. &lt;i&gt;Yes, you don't have to tell me I'm lame, I already know that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got the recipe from Gavin but didn't really follow it that much..For anyone who actually wants it;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt; water, sugar, large tapioca pearls, milk, tea bags,[ i used black tea ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prepare sugar syrup. Heat sugar and water on medium in the ratio 1:4 , water to sugar. NOTE: don't boil it. END NOTE. Then refridgerate it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prepare the pearls. &lt;i&gt;I followed the instructions on the package of mine, but just in case it doesn't have instructions;;&lt;/i&gt; In the ratio 1:9 , tapioca pearls to water , boil the pearls on medium. Before you pour the pearls in &lt;i&gt;slowly&lt;/i&gt; let the water boil first. Boil until plump and their is a transparent skin around hte pearl. This takes about 5-10 minutes. Then set aside with the lid on the pot for 15 minutes. Then refridgerate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Prepare the tea. &lt;i&gt;Again, I followed the instructions on the packet, but just in case it doesn't have instructions again;;&lt;/i&gt; Put 2-4 teabags in a teapot and then follow by pouring boiling water into the pot and set aside. You don't have to refridgerate if you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;4. Prepare the milk tea. &lt;i&gt;Before you do this, you have to wait for the tea to cool first.&lt;/i&gt; So, in the ratio 1:1 pour tea and cold milk into a cup. Then follow by adding a spoon full of sugar syrup and stir. Once mixed, pour in an amount of pearls as you wish.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of this &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt; experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhnIbIpQfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a0U8vRKxHzI/s1600-h/IMG_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhnIbIpQfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a0U8vRKxHzI/s320/IMG_0222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352641551550464498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - tapioca pearls and black tea in their packages. Yes, you probably have noticed, my bought coloured pearls instead of normal ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhnW8OlK9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4moWo8QxLcs/s1600-h/IMG_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhnW8OlK9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4moWo8QxLcs/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352641800951901138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - in the process of cooking the pearls [ they should float ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhnkBaUXlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DPTo95gki5U/s1600-h/IMG_0233.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhnkBaUXlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DPTo95gki5U/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352642025681608274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - all ingredients used; left to right ;; water, milk, tapioca pearls, tea, teapot, white sugar, final product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Skhnel4ajEI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HT_qh_ZgyHg/s1600-h/IMG_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Skhnel4ajEI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HT_qh_ZgyHg/s320/IMG_0231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352641932392303682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;b&gt;TADA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner that night, I had;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhoVITkObI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hmH0PDF4bJM/s1600-h/IMG_0226.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhoVITkObI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hmH0PDF4bJM/s320/IMG_0226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352642869345925554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - wanton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhoQEA0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/b-d5NfPEVZg/s1600-h/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhoQEA0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/b-d5NfPEVZg/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352642782294197218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;i&gt;dim sum&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhofxNo9MI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PBH6VzlvJ0g/s1600-h/IMG_0229.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhofxNo9MI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PBH6VzlvJ0g/s320/IMG_0229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352643052125615298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhoZIB2I1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/B1btmC1yUCg/s1600-h/IMG_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhoZIB2I1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/B1btmC1yUCg/s320/IMG_0228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352642937991078738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - cooked &lt;i&gt;dim sum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-8476287955046757686?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8476287955046757686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=8476287955046757686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8476287955046757686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/8476287955046757686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/270609-kitchen.html' title='27.06.09 - kitchen'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkhnIbIpQfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a0U8vRKxHzI/s72-c/IMG_0222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-7466336694288245638</id><published>2009-06-27T20:01:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:01:13.191+10:00</updated><title type='text'>26.06.09 - trivia.</title><content type='html'>Friday 26 June 2009 - warmer than usual I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry this post is up a bit late, *cough a bit, well I'm going to be blogging a few times today I think, I have to blog for saturday and sunday as well, well that's today but I'm so lazy at the moment, and I have nothing better to do so I'm blogging. Well, first thing is first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font-size; 14pt&gt;&lt;b&gt;CINDY BLOG NOW! IT'S SUNDAY NOW AND I SAID ON SATURDAY WITH ALL THE FOOD. &gt;:[&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font-size; 14pt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, you haven't blogged in a while and all those food pictures make me hungry. They look nice, I need them. :/ Aah, just blog already, and everyone else too. But yeah, Cindy, I asked on Saturday so &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so today &lt;i&gt;[ Friday ] &lt;/i&gt; is Trivia &lt;b&gt;day&lt;/b&gt;. So many people keep saying &lt;i&gt;Trivia Night&lt;/i&gt;. It's day. No I'm just trying to rid myself of boredness so excuse the dorky blog here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so people in our group were ;; &lt;i&gt;Cathy, Jenny, Maria, Liz, Jackie, Emma, Michael, Will, and Gavin. &lt;/i&gt; NOTE: i didn't add myself. END NOTE. We retrieved our theme from &lt;i&gt;Step Up&lt;/i&gt;, so we dressed &lt;b&gt;urban&lt;/b&gt; or some of us &lt;i&gt;"the sluts"&lt;/i&gt;. That is the background of what our group is. Now, my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - Science&lt;br /&gt;In science, we were on the computers again. We were supposed to do something, I forgot, and again, Wendy and I didn't finish. We were scanning a website called &lt;i&gt;something I don't remember&lt;/i&gt; ;; not literally ;; and there was a link labelled &lt;b&gt;ADOPT-A-SCIENTIST&lt;/b&gt;. What is this? Yeah, sure you can adopt a baby or a child or something or other, but a scientist. Well, Wendy and I clicked the most asian one which appeared to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; Lee&lt;/b&gt;. Then there was this &lt;i&gt;chubby&lt;/i&gt; person named &lt;b&gt;Cynthia Phillips&lt;/b&gt;. She wasn't asian.  Looked nothing like me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 - Maths&lt;br /&gt;Again I did nothing. It was extremely boring and I have homework piled up. &lt;b&gt;fastly.&lt;/b&gt; Wtf, fastly, what am i turning into.. At one point, I did an errand, assuming I would be missing out on some of the lesson, I volunteered eagerly. :D Only to find, that it was too quick for my liking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess - no lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 ~ lunch - trivia&lt;br /&gt;Period 3 was the start of the trivia day. The way it worked was &lt;b&gt;round 1 ;; bonus ;; round 2 ;; bonus ;; round 3 ;; bonus ;; round 4 ;; awards?&lt;/b&gt; Our group sat at table 13, &lt;i&gt;what a lucky number&lt;/i&gt;. As soon as the food was on the table, most of us started eating. Then eventually, we were able to put a stop to our continuous eating and managed to save some food for the remainder of the trivia day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin wrote the answers to round 1 in which we scored a 7. :/ Then in the bonus round, Maria went up and she had to eat, then whistle. I think we kind of failed that one. Jackie wrote the answers to round 2, in which we scored a number unknown. NOTE: i didn't pay attention to the rest of the scores. END NOTE. In the bonus round, Michael went up and had to name 5 things relating to &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. During that period, Emma somehow managed to spill our drink and I paid more attention to wiping it up rather than Michael. Again, Gavin wrote the answers to round 3. Then somehow Cathy and Jackie ended up writing... In the bonus round, Lizzy went up to do a taste test. During this period, Jenny and I went to the bathrooms and managed to take a few photos. Photos will be up in a few posts time, &lt;i&gt;hopefully?&lt;/i&gt; In round 4, Jackie wrote. Then the awards were given out, &lt;b&gt;best dressed, highest score etc.&lt;/b&gt; You know, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got out of the hall, we still had a bit of lunch left. Since we were all in mufti, we just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to take another &lt;b&gt;group photo&lt;/b&gt;. Thankfully, Cindy just signed in ;; =D Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdaJQ-otLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z8Xd0YxLSQs/s1600-h/Image+070.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdaJQ-otLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z8Xd0YxLSQs/s320/Image+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352345797376128178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdaDh_zc9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Hcoke7xr9GM/s1600-h/Image+069.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdaDh_zc9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Hcoke7xr9GM/s320/Image+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352345698865214418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How annoying, people are missing in each of them. I'll wait for Jenny then. :/ OMG, some of you so camera shy. == &amp;&amp; we had some additions for the timebeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 - PE&lt;br /&gt;In PE, we played basketball. For me, I was wearing flats. I was walking over the the silver seats with my cards. Gavin had a &lt;i&gt;headache&lt;/i&gt; and I was wearing flats so I couldn't play. We were originally going to play cards, but Gavin stepped in the mud. So I went over to see what happened, and I stepped in mud. I was worse off because I was wearing flats and the mud actually went in them. We asked to be excused and went to wash off our shoes. We took as long as we could to avoid playing, but couldn't avoid it. Shamefully, when we got back, Gavin stepped in the mud again, but just let it dry. We played for a while and I tried taking luvos with Wendy's phone. So no luvos posted up for today, as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 - English&lt;br /&gt;In English, we continued to watch the Baz Luhrman's version of &lt;b&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/b&gt;. I lay out on two chairs apart from each other and ended up with a sore shoulder + back. It's painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. Yeah. Another few posts to go. You know what, I'm putting Saturday's post in here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 27 June 2009 - warmer weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up as usual and went to chink as usual. But not as usual, I didn't go to Chatswood. For those of you who follow my blog, you will know that I am &lt;i&gt;sort of grounded&lt;/i&gt;. Can't be bothered to explain, you can just go back a few posts. So yeah, while everyone went to go watch &lt;b&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/b&gt; I went home and peeled potatoes. BUT, that day I did manage to buy a pair of shoes ;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdeifoD1RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KRnaPulpqp8/s1600-h/Image083.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdeifoD1RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KRnaPulpqp8/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352350628851209490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Skded_p1ReI/AAAAAAAAAYM/snPLf_0jiWU/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Skded_p1ReI/AAAAAAAAAYM/snPLf_0jiWU/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352350551549232610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;brand;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Verali&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;original price;&lt;/b&gt; $60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;price i got it for;&lt;/b&gt; $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see how much I love my bargains now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I peeled potatoes, I met Jackie at north shore. This week, we were doing &lt;b&gt;Congruency&lt;/b&gt;. Since we already learnt this at school, we whizzed through and took luvos. &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. Then in English, we got our test back at the end of the lesson and throughout the lesson we read poems. Nothing much else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdeyruRTBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/N5YEU8wC9hk/s1600-h/IMG0956A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdeyruRTBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/N5YEU8wC9hk/s320/IMG0956A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352350906976390162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdetmrsL7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/W0NG46IEmXQ/s1600-h/IMG0954A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdetmrsL7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/W0NG46IEmXQ/s320/IMG0954A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352350819724046258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered this ages ago, but I haven't had the energy to post it up, in the sticker photo machine in MG, it says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdfCiIxw0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/n52h2A9EjPc/s1600-h/IMG0942A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdfCiIxw0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/n52h2A9EjPc/s320/IMG0942A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352351179281122114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engrish?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-7466336694288245638?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7466336694288245638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=7466336694288245638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/7466336694288245638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/7466336694288245638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/260609-trivia.html' title='26.06.09 - trivia.'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SkdaJQ-otLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z8Xd0YxLSQs/s72-c/Image+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6550717321237661314</id><published>2009-06-24T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:06:18.477+10:00</updated><title type='text'>24.06.09 - chatswood + jarred finger</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 24 June 2009 – fine, cloudy and sunny, cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairly good day. Nothing abnormal happened until we went to Chatswood after sport and just no living at recess. Overall, it was fun and there was only one thing that actually disturbed my day – I jarred my finger at sport. So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 – Science&lt;br /&gt;Today, we used the laptops and I actually did some work O_O. We were revising meanings for some of the vocabulary used in astronomy. I shared a computer with Wendy. At one point, our Internet didn’t work, so we had to rely on one lousy website that didn’t have like any of the words we needed at all. It just produced us with either really simple sounding ones that didn’t sound sophisticated at all. Or, it was just &lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt; sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 – Geography&lt;br /&gt;In Geography, again, we revised for our upcoming test. Moni and I rushed through the first sheet at top speed and just idled on the second one. This took nearly the whole of the lesson and then Seymour marked the sheets. In the last 3 minutes, she says, okay, we can have our party now. Turns out, no one brought any food. Tom, Simon and Louie played this song I know but can’t remember on electric guitar, keyboard and bongos. LOL. Then Seymour was trying to get Chris to play his saxophone. And &lt;i&gt;failed miserably&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 – Commerce &lt;br /&gt;In Commerce, we got our tests back. I received a 54/60. Goddammit, I could have got a 54 and a quarter out of 60 but fcking Seymour said I couldn’t get get a quarter mark so she rounded it down, so I got 54. But I’m still happy with what I got. I happily got my 90% and I even tried to negotiate that quarter of a mark back, but didn’t succeed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch – sport&lt;br /&gt;For sport today, we were versing Davidson. We went to Lionel Watts Park which is very close to Forestway so Jenny and I got a note to leave from the venue. While we were practicing before the actual game, Liz threw the ball to me and I was being unco and I jarred my finger. At the moment, I have a purple blob on my finger. T_T Anyway, the grounds were retarded because there was this mud bit and you couldn’t do &lt;b&gt;stepping&lt;/b&gt; because you either fell or slid. T_T The other team managed to cope with all the mud but I didn’t. Even with all our &lt;i&gt;strategies&lt;/i&gt; we still got owned and we failed that match too. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that –&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I started walking to Forestway and it took us about 10 minutes. We went to the bathrooms and took a picture and then went to Maccas and got a mini frozen coke. While we drank we walked to the bus stop and caught the 280 Chatswood bus. Funnily enough, Greg and Lachlan were on it. At Jamieson Square, Lachie got off and low and behold, I saw &lt;b&gt;LOUIS YIP { something starting with s goes here ;; I think sing } LAU&lt;/b&gt;. He knows Greg apparently from church ;; or &lt;b&gt;youth group&lt;/b&gt;. On the bus, I chatted to him and yeah, talked. &lt;i&gt;His voice reminds me of a goose.&lt;/i&gt; I’m just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got to Chatswood, and I said goodbye to &lt;b&gt;LOUIS YIP { something starting with s goes here ;; I think sing } LAU&lt;/b&gt;. Jenny, Greg and I started walking in the direction of Chatswood, when two little kids ran up to us and stared at us. Jenny thought it was Greg’s siblings ;; I thought they were just random kids that knew him ;; Greg thought they were somehow related to one us. Eventually, we found out that they were just randoms. We were quite bored, so we went to Hoyts and got Greg an application form. While we were waiting, I dropped my phone once again. Now, I have another scratch on it. Wonderful. After that, we tried calling Donny since he said he would be in Chatswood, but his phone is off and we found out that he missed the 3:00PM 280 Chatswood bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to &lt;i&gt;Supre&lt;/i&gt;. No, we forced Greg into &lt;i&gt;Supre&lt;/i&gt;. While Jenny tried to find the belt she wanted, I collected proof of forcing Greg into &lt;i&gt;Supre&lt;/i&gt;. After that, we went to &lt;i&gt;HYPE&lt;/i&gt; and looked at some shoes. Then we { Jenny and I }decided to go to &lt;i&gt;Myer&lt;/i&gt;. While there, we went to Basement and found out that the shoes me and Jenny &lt;b&gt;&lt;3ed&lt;/b&gt; were only &lt;a&gt;$20!&lt;/a&gt;. I was so tempted to drag my mum come and buy me them, but.. I realized I was in debt to myself. Oh well, tried putting a beret on Greg but failed. Later, we went to &lt;i&gt;Target&lt;/i&gt; where we searched for Size 12 heels, to no avail. The largest size was Size 11 and they already looked massive. &lt;i&gt;[Greg’s feet were too big.]&lt;/i&gt; The whole time, Greg was nagging to go home, but we were bored ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Jenny had to go so since we had nothing better to do, Greg and I just walked up back to the bus stop and he went home and I caught a bus. The bus ride was really random. Behind me, people were playing around with a new phone and in front of me, a guy was snoring, to my side was a young asian teenager reading an asian newspaper. T_T Who does that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home then quickly left to go to art class.  At art class, again, I just sat and chat. In the last half an hour, I drew a quick ink drawing. I spent like 20 minutes on the rocks and 10 minutes on the actual main character of the drawing. I quickly named and signed it then put it aside and then continued to chat. When it was time to go, and everyone had left, my dad took ages to come. I helped tidy up until my dad came 15 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, ate dinner and watched &lt;b&gt;Hong Kong Challenge, MasterChef&lt;/b&gt;. It was funny, because the blue team wanted to go to the &lt;b&gt;Wet Market&lt;/b&gt;. But they got taken to the &lt;b&gt;West Market&lt;/b&gt; due to communication problems due to different languages &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt;. That was basically my day. Yeah. I took a shower and looked at my finger and found out that it had started to turn purple all over. Like purple purple. Then I realized it was just ink. But then later on when I washed my hands with soap over and over again, there was a blob of purple. My finger is throbbing omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, it’s on my right hand, and I write with my right hand, I eat with it. For Jenny, it was lucky, because she wrote with her left hand and she jarred her right hand. But for me, not so lucky. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-6550717321237661314?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6550717321237661314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6550717321237661314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6550717321237661314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6550717321237661314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/240609-chatswood-jarred-finger.html' title='24.06.09 - chatswood + jarred finger'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3054265543433971822</id><published>2009-06-23T21:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:07:36.791+10:00</updated><title type='text'>23.06.09 - hoedown throwdown + bitter heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Hoedown Throwdown &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pop it, lock it&lt;br /&gt;polka dot it&lt;br /&gt;countrify then&lt;br /&gt;hip hop it&lt;br /&gt;put your hawk in teh sky&lt;br /&gt;move side to side&lt;br /&gt;jump to the left&lt;br /&gt;stick it, glide it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zig-zag cross the floor&lt;br /&gt;shuffle in diagonal&lt;br /&gt;when the drum hits&lt;br /&gt;hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;one footed&lt;br /&gt;180 twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a...&lt;br /&gt;zig zag, step 'n' slide&lt;br /&gt;lean it left&lt;br /&gt;clap 3 times&lt;br /&gt;shake it out&lt;br /&gt;head tot ote&lt;br /&gt;throw it all together&lt;br /&gt;that's how we roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the hoedown ( throwdown )&lt;br /&gt;do the hoedown ( throwdown )&lt;br /&gt;do the hoedown ( throwdown )&lt;br /&gt;throw it all together&lt;br /&gt;that's how we roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` communitychannel (Y)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSMpnXHS_pc&amp;feature=fvsr&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSMpnXHS_pc&amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Bitter Heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun rays come down as seen when they hit the ground, &lt;br /&gt;Children spinning around till they fall down down down.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you: it's been two hours now,&lt;br /&gt;You're still somewhere in town,&lt;br /&gt;Your dinners getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case you are always this late,&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much I hate waiting around 'round 'round, &lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside, &lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, my bitter heart is gettin' just a little fragile,&lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you come and tell me the same reason as you did yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;So tell me whats her name. &lt;br /&gt;Doo doo da dum, doo doo da dum, doo doo doo doo doo doo da da dum dum, da da da da dum, da da da da dum, da da da da dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide, &lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, my bitter heart is just getting a little fragile, &lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` zee avi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0rafi5CG5M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0rafi5CG5M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayonaise.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3054265543433971822?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3054265543433971822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3054265543433971822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3054265543433971822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3054265543433971822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/230609-hoedown-throwdown-bitter-heart.html' title='23.06.09 - hoedown throwdown + bitter heart'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-6127288035058814432</id><published>2009-06-23T20:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:51:35.245+10:00</updated><title type='text'>23.06.09 - the downfall + P/T</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 23 June 2009 – warm, and they call this winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have actually no motivation to blog, but seeing as I haven’t blogged in ages and that Wendy will scream at me if I don’t blog, I decided to blog. All I can say at first, is that this post won’t be a very positive post. So fcked == …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 – Geography&lt;br /&gt;Today, maybe since I was away for a day, I was slightly slow walking to class so the place where I usually sat was already taken, so I sat in the front row. I was definitely not accustomed to sitting in the first row and it made me feel kind of strange being so close to Seymour .. *shudder. At least, I don’t have to have her for History as well, thank goodness, but then again, I have her for Commerce too. == Well in Geography, we didn’t really do a lot, we revised our skills for our upcoming test on Thursday. Meaning I’m really screwed, but then again, reports are already out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 – Graphics&lt;br /&gt;I finished up to the 4th page of my assignment, now I have another billion pages to go. Okay, exaggerating a bit. I now have to get an A3 folder too. Too bad they’re all so expensive which sucks, so I want a &lt;b&gt;CHEAP&lt;/b&gt; one. During the lesson, I actually did work. Amazing, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 – English&lt;br /&gt;We had a substitute today, so we just watched Romeo and Juliet &lt;i&gt;(movie)&lt;/i&gt; the whole time. We were watching the &lt;b&gt;Baz Lurman’s&lt;/b&gt; version. Apparently, &lt;i&gt;Romeo&lt;/i&gt; is &lt;b&gt;”hot”&lt;/b&gt;. So when his face was shown, everyone screamed, well the girls did, and when the movie paused, I said &lt;b&gt;“How unattractive!”&lt;/b&gt;. And how they stared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 – Science&lt;br /&gt;We watched a video today and then we did questions. Uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 – Maths&lt;br /&gt;During the maths period, we went to the careers talk thing. I chose Doctor, Event/project manager, Lawyer and Preschool Teacher. Funnily enough, Jenny and Liz did the same as me. Except Jenny did Defence force related instead of Event/project manager. Eventually, I changed Preschool Teacher to IT related: data, because there were 2 guys in the corner who looked a bit sad and I kind of felt a big sorry for them so I changed. But then afterwards a whole bunch of people went and then I changed for no reason. Both me and Jenny were gaping for ages. Then since the event/project manager wasn’t there, so Erine sat in the seat and answered my questions. Therefore, apparently, it takes a day to finish a project, I think. Afterwards, when I had nothing better to do, both me and Jenny took 2 wristbands. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess + lunch = no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool – the downfall&lt;br /&gt;So, I come home from school, and my mum is there waiting. Solemn. Eventually, I find out that today she went to the doctor. Now here comes the dreaded word, &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; she also went to North Shore and found out that I had been jigging. T_T *sigh, I’m so fcked. Now, she doesn’t trust me so I have to go straight back home from chink and I won’t be able to hang around anymore. Argh! I’m so annoyed at myself. T_____________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/T Interviews – results&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I was being smart, I only got interviews for subjects that were good, not crap. Since I didn’t go { I never do } my mum told me about it. Overall, I did good &lt;i&gt;in my good subjects&lt;/i&gt;. In Maths, my mum said I got ranked 2nd and 7th for the 1st and the 2nd test that we had. I’m slightly proud and I hope this continues. :D Then in Commerce, apparently, I got ranked 6th in a fcking test that I didn’t know anything about. See, this is where bullshxting takes you. Like in the Geography test. :D In Geography, my mum said I did good again. Except I kind of failed my pair assignment, kind of because we barely finished. &gt;&gt; My bookwork + maps are 10/10. :D Gee, I don’t hate Seymour that much anymore. Well then, Japanese, overall, good. My mum didn’t say much about that. So yeah. How unsuspicious, eh? Only 4 interviews. Well, 5, but I combined Commerce and Geography since I have the same teacher = Seymour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-6127288035058814432?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6127288035058814432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=6127288035058814432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6127288035058814432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/6127288035058814432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/230609-downfall-pt.html' title='23.06.09 - the downfall + P/T'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-2720455689746189183</id><published>2009-06-21T14:47:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:06:25.347+10:00</updated><title type='text'>20.06.09 - mini haul.</title><content type='html'>Saturday 20 June 2009 – rainy, rainy, rainy, not sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I managed to buy myself a mini haul even through the pouring rain. I ran here to there and managed to spend &lt;b&gt;$50&lt;/b&gt;, I myself, do not know how. My day was spent with Jenny, Wendy and Cathy. So, this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7:18AM this morning and because I woke up to a mop on my head, I decided to take a shower. That was an extreme time waster. I didn’t get into the actual shower until 7:35AM. I don’t know what I was doing for that length of time, but I certainly didn’t get ready to go to chink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you probably would know, the length of time I take showers is either &lt;i&gt;really short&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;really long&lt;/i&gt;. In today’s case, it was &lt;i&gt;really long&lt;/i&gt;. My hair looked retarded since I had just washed it and dried it with a towel; it was all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I managed to get it look better and I finally started getting ready for chink at 7:55AM. I’m actually supposed to leave at 8:00AM, but today, it took me ages to get ready. Within 15 minutes, I was able to print off my English homework, get dressed, prepare my bag, eat breakfast, brush my teeth and finally get into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house at 8:10AM. Throughout the car ride, my dad nagged about how I was always late to chink school. &lt;i&gt;Well, that’s the point&lt;/i&gt;. == Anyway, we had to take my brother to tennis first since he was going to be extremely late if I got taken to chink first. On the outside, it looked like I was annoyed, however, on the inside, it was just the opposite. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to chink at 8:25AM. I went straight to class so that I would have to go back to the office and be even later. I walked passed &lt;i&gt;Wendy + Emma’s&lt;/i&gt; classroom while I was walking to class. Then, as expected, I got to class and got told to get a late note. Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again as I was heading to the office, I passed &lt;i&gt;Wendy + Emma’s&lt;/i&gt; classroom again. Wendy sighed while Emma waved. On the way down the stairs, I also saw Cindy. I said my hi, and then I continued to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the office, the line was &lt;b&gt;reaalllyy&lt;/b&gt; long. I’m not saying it’s bad, I was just saying. I waited in line until 8:33AM when I finally filled out my form. It was 5 minutes later before I actually got it signed and started making my way back to class. &lt;i&gt;Again,&lt;/i&gt; I passed &lt;i&gt;Wendy + Emma’s&lt;/i&gt; classroom. &lt;i&gt;Again,&lt;/i&gt; Wendy sighed and Emma waved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to class, and we were discussing party times and assignment times. Overall, I had a pretty boring lesson. Our party is in Week 10 and our assignment is due Term 3, Week 3. I also managed to stay sitting next to Erine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, Erine and I saw Cathy and Erica at the bathrooms. We went to the bathrooms and Cathy commented on forgetting something. I remember it was funny at the time, but I forgot what she forgot. After going to the bathroom, we walked at a fairly quick pace up to the entrance and met Cindy, Emma and Wendy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We split up and sadly left Erine behind to be picked up by her dad. While heading up to Chatswood, Erica saw her friend &lt;b&gt;Steven&lt;/b&gt;. The little kid that is shorter than me with the red cap and only says &lt;i&gt;Hey, What?&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Whassup?&lt;/i&gt; when you ask him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Chatswood and tottered around in Cotton On and Emma bought a hoodie for $10. As Wendy and I left to go to the ATM, Erica and Steven went to the library. After getting back to Cotton On, Wendy and I scanned the store to find no one there. So we started walking back down towards Gloria Jeans. Halfway there, I called Cathy and she said she was in Cotton On. == We went back and then we split up &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. Wendy and I went to get the fish things and some lollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Lemon Grove, we saw a kid with a red cap and immediately called out Steven. He turns his head around and it’s not him. END MINI-ADVENTURE IN LEMON GROVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating our fish things, we walked to Prime where we met Jenny. After meeting Jenny, we went to Hot Dollar. Both Jenny and I bought a &lt;i&gt;eyelash curler&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;b&gt;$2.99&lt;/b&gt;. Jenny and I also split a &lt;i&gt;12 pack of applicators&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;b&gt;$1.50&lt;/b&gt;. Then Wendy and Jenny both bought a &lt;i&gt;headband with a bow on it&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;b&gt;$2.50&lt;/b&gt;. We &lt;3 our bargains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can go look at Jenny's blog because I took a photo of it and I moved the camera too fast again. == &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://thislove.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thislove.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a call from Cathy and met up with her. After a minute of meeting Emma again, she left to catch her bus. After Emma left, we headed to Priceline. I was going to buy &lt;i&gt;LashExact&lt;/i&gt; but they only had brown black so I had to wait until we went to Chase. Wendy bought a &lt;i&gt;Rimmel&lt;/i&gt; mascara. I don’t know which, but I just know she did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Priceline, was a person juggling in stilts. Well, the person which amazed us the most had nothing to do with what they were selling. He was just there juggling. In fact, they were trying to sell kitchenwares. Jenny, I'm stealing your picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj28tGltlmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kcYlxKyVI54/s1600-h/08+-+priceline+dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj28tGltlmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kcYlxKyVI54/s320/08+-+priceline+dude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349639415434942050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Priceline, we went to Top Bargain and I bought a &lt;i&gt;96 pack of bobby pins&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;b&gt;$2.00&lt;/b&gt; and Jenny bought &lt;i&gt;two pins with white bows&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;b&gt;a price unknown&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj284Wd_QAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hxg6aA4V5UQ/s1600-h/IMG_0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj284Wd_QAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hxg6aA4V5UQ/s320/IMG_0216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349639608676073474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to Top Bargain, we went to Morning Glory, where we &lt;i&gt;tried&lt;/i&gt; to resist the temptation of taking another round of sticker photos, but &lt;b&gt;FAILED&lt;/b&gt;. I had a conversation going through my head the other night, and it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; “Okay, I only have $50 to spend tomorrow, I’m not going to take sticker photos. That just uses up too much of the money I have to spend. Okay, chia, tomorrow, no sticker photos.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s how addicted I am. Here are some photos of our sticker photos, and miracles of miracles we got Wendy to take some with us ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2-BmM2gqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jbBHwheiiUY/s1600-h/31+-+wendypoo,chiaheart,cathy,jennymonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2-BmM2gqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jbBHwheiiUY/s320/31+-+wendypoo,chiaheart,cathy,jennymonkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349640867029615266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj29-9IC3tI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yX4idO71vIc/s1600-h/30+-+wendy,chia,cathyemmapose,jenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj29-9IC3tI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yX4idO71vIc/s320/30+-+wendy,chia,cathyemmapose,jenny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349640821643861714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - where cathy claims she is doing the &lt;b&gt;emma pose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj298CESMlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/XK9eF0QPXTw/s1600-h/29+-+chia,jenny,cathy,wendy,hexagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj298CESMlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/XK9eF0QPXTw/s320/29+-+chia,jenny,cathy,wendy,hexagon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349640771430658642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj295TK--LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gvsNgo8nP8U/s1600-h/28+-+chia,jenny,cathy,wendypoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj295TK--LI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gvsNgo8nP8U/s320/28+-+chia,jenny,cathy,wendypoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349640724482554034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Morning Glory, we went to Bins and Happy Buyer where Jenny bought a &lt;i&gt;pair of sunnies&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;b&gt;$4.00&lt;/b&gt;. I think Cathy and Jenny also bought another &lt;i&gt;eyeliner&lt;/i&gt;? I don’t know. I was looking for a hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the food court where Cathy ran to the table so that no one would take it. You know how hard it is to get seats during lunch hour. Cathy and Wendy got chairs, while Jenny and I had to ask around. First I asked two &lt;b&gt;guai lohs&lt;/b&gt; and they said &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;. Then I asked an &lt;b&gt;asian&lt;/b&gt; and they said &lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;. REMINDER TO SELF: &lt;i&gt;Never ask guai loh’s for anything in circumstances like that&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny got a large plate. &lt;br /&gt;I got a box.&lt;br /&gt;Cathy and Wendy got another box.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy got a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, Cathy and I got a cylindrical box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, it sounds really random when you say it like that. What I’m referring to is, Jenny got a plate of rice/bacon stuff that tasted &lt;b&gt;very good&lt;/b&gt;. (Y) I got a &lt;i&gt;snackbox&lt;/i&gt; from KFC and Cathy and Wendy shared a &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; from Pizza Hut. We also got a &lt;i&gt;large coke&lt;/i&gt; and Jenny got a &lt;i&gt;mini-blueberry frozen coke&lt;/i&gt;. While eating, we waited for Jackie who took ages. Jenny also put some &lt;i&gt;blueberry frozen coke&lt;/i&gt; on a piece of &lt;b&gt;popcorn chicken&lt;/b&gt; and ate it and said it was yummy. :/ I tried it with a &lt;b&gt;chip&lt;/b&gt; and it tasted &lt;a&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;yummy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jackie was taking so long, I decided to go get some lip balm. I got NIVEA Essential Lip Balm and then went back to the table where we were eating. Jackie was STILL not there. Eventually, we gave up waiting for her and we decided to just leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2-WoXqzyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4qCvUiV1UCg/s1600-h/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2-WoXqzyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4qCvUiV1UCg/s320/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641228389109538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called her, and we met her at Rebel. BUT, she wasn’t even coming with us. So we waited for &lt;b&gt;ages&lt;/b&gt; and it turns out that she wasn’t even coming with us. == So much of our time wasted. Then we went to Priceline in Chase and I got the &lt;i&gt;LashExact&lt;/i&gt; I had been waiting for, for &lt;b&gt;$9.99&lt;/b&gt;. I also got a temporary club card, which would be used until I get my real one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2-jRLp2KI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LRJ5axovxMs/s1600-h/IMG_0212.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2-jRLp2KI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LRJ5axovxMs/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641445502998690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to Priceline, Jenny left and Cathy, Wendy and I went to Westfield again so that I could buy a shirt from Supre. I got a &lt;i&gt;oversized white t-shirt&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;b&gt;$16.00&lt;/b&gt;. Then we headed in the direction of Lemon Grove where Cathy and Wendy went somewhere, while I left to go to North Shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2-uvOfs6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/EJ9rKAgh900/s1600-h/IMG_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2-uvOfs6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/EJ9rKAgh900/s320/IMG_0211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641642546541474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way, I continuously tried to contact Jackie, but she never picked up. == Since it was Week 8 [ &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;already&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ] we had a test this week.. Probably the reason why Jackie didn’t come? Well anyway, we had an hour of revision then half an hour to do the test, consisting of &lt;b&gt;5 questions&lt;/b&gt;. AND I still &lt;b&gt;failed&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking downstairs to see if I could find anyone, I saw Cathy’s sister and asked where Cathy was. I turned my head a bit and saw Cathy behind her. I continued walking and saw Cindy and Gary and walked with them to North Shore. I went into the office with Cathy since I was so bored and saw her parents. O_O Interesting, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into class and sat down. I got my homework from a few weeks before and I got a &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;. But then again, she gives everyone an &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; whether it’s good or not. Later in the lesson, we had a test as well. Cindy and I were eating throughout the whole lesson and talking. We also kept death-staring this random guy because we were bored. AND he was tutting us for eating in class, but &lt;i&gt;who cares&lt;/i&gt;. At the end of the lesson, we went to the office where I met my mum and she enrolled me into next term. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and I’m so screwed now. My mum asked for my homework from coaching. And she sees continuous blank pages of anything but work. She ALSO notices that some of the booklets are missing from the term. i.e. that time I didn’t go and went to the Jap restaurant instead. Man, I’m so dead. Now she’s all pissed at me and now I have no privacy. She told me to do my homework all over again and my dad is even going to the extent where he’s taken out my net. T__T I’m so sad. I have no freedom now. Urgh! ffs. Let me be, geez, them and their nosiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went on Google, and I saw something strange and random. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2_DErE7TI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HNw0yB0mh8Q/s1600-h/google..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj2_DErE7TI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HNw0yB0mh8Q/s320/google..bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641991900949810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know what I thought was strange and random, it says &lt;b&gt;first day of winter&lt;/b&gt; when I hovered over it. As you should be able to see where my mouse is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-2720455689746189183?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2720455689746189183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=2720455689746189183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2720455689746189183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2720455689746189183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/200609-mini-haul.html' title='20.06.09 - mini haul.'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/Sj28tGltlmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kcYlxKyVI54/s72-c/08+-+priceline+dude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3551310409093636580</id><published>2009-06-19T18:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:35:36.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>Daran still blogs here . ~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3551310409093636580?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3551310409093636580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3551310409093636580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3551310409093636580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3551310409093636580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-3825782501476873039</id><published>2009-06-18T18:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:04:47.844+10:00</updated><title type='text'>18.06.09 - Happy Birthday Gavin ~</title><content type='html'>Thursday 18 June 2009 - overcast, cloudy, wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAVIN LEE ~ &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the next person that won't be drinking orange juice with me T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up late, yet again. And there [ the part where I slept in ] is where my mini-adventure begins. It's not really an adventure, but I'll just make it sound that epic, so this is how the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up at 7:20AM this morning, 20 minutes later than I should have. I lazed around yet again and finally managed to get ready to get to school. =D But, by this time, it was 7:55AM. == So, I rushed to get my recess + lunch ready and eat a quick breakfast and I got my dad to give me a lift. I got to the bus stop at 8:06AM, with Nancy. However, the bus did not arrive until 8:12AM. After we got on the bus, crossed the road and arrived at the school bus stop, we noticed the 768 just turning the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Chia and Nancy, we didn't care the slightest bit and ignored the fact we just missed the last bus. We waited for the 280 to come. While we were getting on the bus, we saw Guo run up to the bus. All 3 of us got on and on the bus, nothing eventful happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Mall and we got off. By now, it was 8:50AM. Guo stayed at the bus stop to catch a bus to school, while Nancy and I went to Maccas and each bought a hash brown. While we were eating, we started walking back to the bus stop. As several buses came past, all &lt;i&gt;Not in Service&lt;/i&gt;'s, we decided that we wanted to be &lt;b&gt;late&lt;/b&gt; to school so we walked from the mall to the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking, we started listening to some music. First song was Caramell Dansen and we started doing the actions and people walking past stared at us strangely. The walk didn't take that long, by the time we got to the Maccas closest to our school it was 9:20AM. Again, we went inside and got another hash brown each, because we were hungry. We started walking back again while eating our hash browns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the office, we got our late notes, the office lady eyed us suspiciously but dismissed the fact we arrived late together. After all, it was a bit sus, looked like we were bludging probably, then we lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - Maths&lt;br /&gt;I came into Maths 20 minutes late. See, it didn't take that long, and I got stuck into my work. Well that was what it looked like from the outside. In fact, I was feasting on my hash brown. :D Again, we were doing &lt;b&gt;Data&lt;/b&gt;. I also found out that our next topic was going to be &lt;b&gt;Real Numbers&lt;/b&gt;. That's basically the indices crap and so on and we did that at the beginning of the year. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 - Commerce&lt;br /&gt;Today we were in the computer room. At the beginning of the lesson, Aarev, Jackie and I started playing the game where you slap each others hands. In the first 2 minutes, I had already gotten &lt;fontcolour:#F62217&gt;lobster hands&lt;/fontcolour:#F62217&gt;. And they hurt so much. We went inside and Jackie and I started playing again. This time, Seymour caught us and told us to stop. We stopped for a while,then when she went off, we started again and she eyed me. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 - Science&lt;br /&gt;In Science, I was so bored, I decided to split the sticker photos Jenny and I took yesterday. I split them then we were using the laptops for some classwork. I was bored and decided to &lt;i&gt;surf the net&lt;/i&gt;. What I found was &lt;b&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/b&gt;. Here is a link to what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.asianbite.com/profiles/browse_5_0_0-106_1"&gt;http://www.asianbite.com/profiles/browse_5_0_0-106_1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.asianbite.com/profiles/Jackie-Chan_102_1"&gt;http://www.asianbite.com/profiles/Jackie-Chan_102_1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in Link 1, that its in the Hong Kong Girls' Profiles. Have you noticed who's in it? Then if you hadn't noticed what was in Link 1, then click Link 2, and read the Gender section. I bwahahaha-ed, along with Wendy and Gavin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 - English&lt;br /&gt;Today, we got a notification that we would be having a substitute for all of next week. That was OK news depending on what substitute we had. But I guess it would be ok since we would be watching the Romeo + Juliet movie the whole time, both of them. We also got the notification that on Monday, she was going to check what we had accomplished with the Kaplan thing. Everyone was eyeing each other nervously and she noticed. We got a fat booklet and read through it. It was uninteresting. Halfway through the lesson, Odonnell came in and gave us folders to fill up on information for Career Planning. I got a blue one, like Cathy while many others got Pink. Odonnell talked for what felt like ages, and I didn't hang on to any word she said. Then when she left, my mind switched on again. WTF, I'm so lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 - Japanese&lt;br /&gt;Today, had a quiz. Although I wasn't here the lesson before I managed to get a 8/10 with the help of my trusty friends. Later in the lesson, we played a game. Kind of like the game where different people create a person by drawin different parts of the body. Except we were creating a story. The one I ended up with sounded like something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"母の日に&lt;b&gt;ともだちのcookie monsterちんとぼくです。&lt;/b&gt;モニカとわたしとウェンヂ一がすしを食べます。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it didn't make sense. The part in bold is courtesy of Michael. Then, on Jenny's sheet of paper, it said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"まかしまかし"&lt;/b&gt; instead of "むかしむかし" . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many would now know, "むかしむかし" means &lt;i&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/i&gt;. Again, the part in bold is courtesy of Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also another story with the storyline along the lines of;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On May 29th, at somewhere { i don't remember } Daniel Pollock and Daniel Pollock did something." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to reflex, we all thought this &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; as something not so innocent. You don't need to go there. Just stating the facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was alo another story, that went like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On { random time }, at somewhere Your Mum went swimming with a turtle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to note, I have finally finished Boys Before Flowers. I am rather proud of myself because I was able to watch a 25-episode drama in the length of a week + an afternoon. Now, I am going to start Just Love II because it is handy because Gavin is kindly giving me all the episodes. LOL Cindy, I beat yo. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-3825782501476873039?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3825782501476873039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=3825782501476873039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3825782501476873039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/3825782501476873039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/180609-thursday.html' title='18.06.09 - Happy Birthday Gavin ~'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-4010183064614329750</id><published>2009-06-17T20:38:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:33:48.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>17.06.09 - Short Chats Trip</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 17 June 2009 – cold, rainy, showers all day around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bit different, and I’m blogging at school. This is during grade sport by the way. So, my day was a rather normal day today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 – PE Prac&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was supposed to be prac today, but Blasini suddenly said that we were going to do theory. The assignment that we were supposed to do, i.e. &lt;b&gt;Pre Race Meal&lt;/b&gt;, that I had been putting off for ages, we had to present that today. Our group { Wendy, Gavin, Donny and me } presented our assignment. Since I had not yet read the sheet we were supposed to read before we presented the assignment, I got stuck on many questions that were shot at me. During the lesson, Donny stole the teddybear that Maria had given me and had attached it to Gavin’s bag. By the end of the lesson, I managed to get it back, thankfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 – Graphics&lt;br /&gt;During Graphics, it was yet again a bludge lesson. I did manage to finish my 3D model of my salt and pepper shaker. I would show you a picture, but it is really crap and I do not want to particularly show you. Also during the lesson, again, we looked through websites of make up like Jackie, Wendy, Cindy and I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess – no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 – Geography&lt;br /&gt;Again, I sat next to Moni. I did not do my homework as I should have but I didn’t get owned like I would have if she had come to check if we had done our homework. During the lesson, we did summaries on Darwin again.  I took nearly 3 pages. Then, Seymour came over and asked us what Moni, Emma and I were doing since we kept on turning around. I said &lt;i&gt;“Because we’re excited to do Geography”&lt;/i&gt;. Except then I turned around and made a face. Thankfully, she didn’t see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch -  no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sport – Wet Weather&lt;br /&gt;We planned what we were going to do for Trivia Night. All we have to do now is to confirm it just in case they didn’t like the group they were in. We just had enough people to make a group and 4 people would have to go to someone else’s group. We no lived, and then Farrow took us to the computer room. At the moment I am blogging, while Cathy, Erica and Gavin played cards while Liz did something on her iPod. Oh yeah, and Gavin came a bit of the way into sport. Now, Jenny is hurrying me to go Photobooth with her. Look forward to photos later in the post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a range of photos. All hilariously funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjRB_5F3XI/AAAAAAAAAWE/opnI1H-RNWU/s1600-h/Photo+36.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjRB_5F3XI/AAAAAAAAAWE/opnI1H-RNWU/s320/Photo+36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348254389763431794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - TADAIMA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQ71Rm0II/AAAAAAAAAV8/XH5c0IMmxfI/s1600-h/Photo+27.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQ71Rm0II/AAAAAAAAAV8/XH5c0IMmxfI/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348254283834249346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - fight scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQzMX9nXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Dnxnv1rnX2Y/s1600-h/Photo+39.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQzMX9nXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Dnxnv1rnX2Y/s320/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348254135416102258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - juun wannabes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQo12piaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8CAMNZXP0A8/s1600-h/Photo+26.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQo12piaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8CAMNZXP0A8/s320/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348253957572102562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - i am too random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQh703-vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RpECm4BNcSo/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQh703-vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RpECm4BNcSo/s320/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348253838916188914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - gavin and the serial killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQZ-Y0JCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/smedYEQsFo0/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQZ-Y0JCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/smedYEQsFo0/s320/Photo+24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348253702164849698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - gavin pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQSyjONdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hUVisYgSl34/s1600-h/Photo+35.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQSyjONdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hUVisYgSl34/s320/Photo+35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348253578728191442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - dot dot dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQLHjlrzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/f_piyzQq4Ys/s1600-h/Photo+36.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjQLHjlrzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/f_piyzQq4Ys/s320/Photo+36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348253446927920946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - miniscule erica head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjP27OtthI/AAAAAAAAAVE/b4X9MD-R0yk/s1600-h/Photo+21.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjP27OtthI/AAAAAAAAAVE/b4X9MD-R0yk/s320/Photo+21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348253100021757458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - storyline: totoro smile lives, totoro smile lives, totoro smile lives, where did totoro smile go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjPr38B_ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/l-h2OMABbSc/s1600-h/Photo+25.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjPr38B_ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/l-h2OMABbSc/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348252910159527314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - TOTORO Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjPVjkLcAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/StVYC2LCJQs/s1600-h/Photo+26.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjPVjkLcAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/StVYC2LCJQs/s320/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348252526733651970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - wtf gavin, the ROFL one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjPfRNE5pI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5WtMSrUC-aY/s1600-h/Photo+27.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/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjPfRNE5pI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5WtMSrUC-aY/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348252693603608210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - lmao because of the above photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   { I could add in the whole 46, but this is too much already }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the bell went and we packed up and me and Jenny dashed for the bus stop, trying to catch the 2:30PM one, but failed to. Therefore we caught the 3:00PM as usual and played cards along the way. I also did Jenny’s tutoring h/w really quickly. During the bus ride, many songs were listened to and sung, &lt;b&gt; BADLY&lt;/b&gt;. I’m sorry, but that is horrific. == &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to Chatswood, because I felt like it. Jenny and I didn’t have much time, so we just took some sticker photos and then we checked for sales at various shops on the way to Prime. Now I have a list of things I’m going to buy for Saturday. :) When we entered Priceline, we saw mascara by L’Oreal that was priced at $26.95. We had gotten it for the price of $5.00. ;p So pro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjijipF06I/AAAAAAAAAWk/xLnT37xIYiE/s1600-h/27+-+chuchu,hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjijipF06I/AAAAAAAAAWk/xLnT37xIYiE/s320/27+-+chuchu,hug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348273657724916642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjigVLXtzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vZnkBs97ePY/s1600-h/26+-+rawr,lizstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjigVLXtzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vZnkBs97ePY/s320/26+-+rawr,lizstyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348273602570991410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjidOeR7bI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7ZGpWj7SRhk/s1600-h/25+-+black,pink,yellow,writing,simple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjidOeR7bI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7ZGpWj7SRhk/s320/25+-+black,pink,yellow,writing,simple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348273549231648178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjiZ586sAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CHWKThVNC6U/s1600-h/24+-+black,+drawn+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjiZ586sAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CHWKThVNC6U/s320/24+-+black,+drawn+hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348273492183396354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jenny left for Prime, I went to the bus stop and managed to catch a bus just in time. During the bus ride home, I was bored. Anyway, I got home and got ready to go to art class. I admit, I got a bit sidetracked and watched a bit of Boys Before Flowers before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At art class, I managed to finish off two artworks. Both using the materials ink. One was a really crap one on a landscape on a mysterious planet. Damn I didn’t get to go to the class where we could create our own artwork instead of painting something lame like that. The second one was just a quick expressive painting with ink on a certain point of the other artwork. Overall, very boring. Until I draw a good painting, you’re not seeing any of my artworks. After that, we had to take more pictures using photobooth, but proper ones as we were going to do self-portraits. Eek! I hate drawing self-portraits. It annoys me. After the lesson ended, I waited for my mum to come and played around with photobooth with some other people. It was hilarious the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my day was extremely &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt;, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Ding!&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-4010183064614329750?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4010183064614329750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=4010183064614329750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4010183064614329750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/4010183064614329750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/170609-short-chats-trip.html' title='17.06.09 - Short Chats Trip'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvV_8fQwJ4E/TxYGaKpo-uI/AAAAAAAAAug/Onzkhej-C_w/s220/259608_10150188554105978_557695977_6943955_23087_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hz9zs3Lmgc/SjjRB_5F3XI/AAAAAAAAAWE/opnI1H-RNWU/s72-c/Photo+36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3136879396359234716.post-2917083884633149102</id><published>2009-06-16T20:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:26:35.315+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reports'/><title type='text'>16.06.09 - Reports DX</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 16 June 2009 - cold, very different from yesterday, REPORT DAY (N)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a pretty normal day, I would've thought until I got home. Yes, the part with the Gavin and his butterfly wings are normal. { report to Jenny's blog to see our masterpiece ;] }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, in the morning, I woke up late, yet again. Still, I got to the bus stop in time to catch the 768 which was extremely cramped. No idea why. So I got to school and entered the library, to find a group of people talking. How interesting. And that was the end, of the adventures in the library. I went to PC and got some sushi off Derek. Thanks for being my food supplier past few &lt;i&gt;weeks&lt;/i&gt;. ;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - Geography&lt;br /&gt;In Geography, we marked some of our work on Darwin. We also received a hand-out to help us on an upcoming TEST. Oh god, I'm going to fail. Due to tradition, I'll be sitting next to Moni. :) Been sitting next to Moni for every Geography test since Year 8. Lol, that's only last year. But it was like, the Geography Competition `08, Place Geography Test `08, Geography Skills Test `08, Geography Competition `09, and I'm going to sit next to her in Geography Skills Test `09. But I'll still &lt;b&gt;FAIL&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 - English&lt;br /&gt;During this period, we watched one of the many versions of Romeo + Juliet. Why is everyone so fugly. The costuming for Juliet makes her cleavage line a massive long line. &amp;&amp; yeah, I know, you didn't need to know that. I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 - Science&lt;br /&gt;We watched a video tape on Big Bang again. I don't know, maybe it's me, but lately, with Mercer, It's always been movie, answer questions, movie, answer questions. Strange. But anyway, we always find something to laugh about in Science at our table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I FORGOT TO MENTION, THAT YESTERDAY SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mentee;&lt;/b&gt; [ says something that annoys liz ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;liz;&lt;/b&gt; diu lei lo mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mentee;&lt;/b&gt; what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chia;&lt;/b&gt; it means &lt;i&gt;what a pretty flower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT AND IN SCIENCE WENDY AND GAVIN STARTED CRACKING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 - Graphics&lt;br /&gt;LOL, this period was hilarious. 10 minutes into the lesson, Jackie asked to go to the bathroom. I ran after her to bludge the lesson and we took ages to go to the bathroom and back. When we got to the TAS block corridor, Jackie obviously found the chance to what she calls &lt;i&gt;"glide"&lt;/i&gt; across the floor. In the end, she scrapes her knee. Like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jackie + chia;&lt;/b&gt; *laugh at Jackie as we walk into classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jackie;&lt;/b&gt; *examines her injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mr. riley;&lt;/b&gt; oh, what happened to your knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chia;&lt;/b&gt; yeah, she tripped we're going to sick bay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jackie;&lt;/b&gt; yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chia;&lt;/b&gt; *gets jackie and makes a run for the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walk to the sick bay and get a band aid then come back. We tried to put the band aid on through her stockings and it half worked. When we got back to the classroom, there was 10 minutes of the lesson left, which we bludged, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;obviously.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 - Maths&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring my book today so I borrowed a piece of paper. Nothing much happened in maths today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, MY REPORT.&lt;br /&gt;I see a envelope sticking out of my mailbox and I look at it. Bankwest. Thank god. Wait no I see another one. Bankwest. Oh thank god. OH CRAP I SEE ANOTHER ONE. Northern Beaches Secondary College Manly Selective Campus. Addressed to my parents and me. I get home and rush upstairs and look at my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNEXPLAINED ABSENCES: 1 , the time i bludged swimming carnival&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL OF ACHIEVEMENTS: 34 consistently, 6 often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH: Donna COLBY&lt;br /&gt;What she says is all true. I guess she hates me now that I've actually fallen asleep in her class. But she kind of hated me before because I was procrastinating in her class. &lt;br /&gt;OVERALL ACHIEVEMENT: n/a { e.g. no need for you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS: Kay PORTER&lt;br /&gt;This one is my good one. &lt;i&gt;"Cynthia should challenge herself further by attempting the more difficult questions in each exercise"&lt;/i&gt; Pssh, yeah, like I'm going to do that. I got a high in my congrency and similarity crap though. I hate that stuff. It annoys me and takes up too much room.&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL ACHIEVEMENT: outstanding XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE: Nigel HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;This one is hilarious. &lt;i&gt;"Cynthia is a keen student who applies herself well during class time to complete set tasks to a pleasing standard."&lt;/i&gt; Yeah right I do that, my books full of scribbles and random crap. It even &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; a Chia army in it. BLUE VS. PINK. &lt;br /&gt;OVERALL ACHIEVEMENT: outstanding { and this is why i laughed }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCE: Frances SEYMOUR&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no offense, isn't Frances a guy's name? Meaning, she's a guy? Well anyway. I am really lmao-ing at this one. &lt;i&gt;"Cynthia is very well organised, follows instructions correctly and works hard to complete all set tasks."&lt;/i&gt; Haha, and does that explains why I'm always so behind in class does it? Also in the beginning of my thingo it says &lt;i&gt;"Cynthia is a diligent and consicientous student who works well in class."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL ACHIEVEMENT: outstanding LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY: Frances SEYMOUR&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of my report it also says &lt;i&gt;"Cynthia is a diligent and consicientous student who works well in class."&lt;/i&gt; Notice something? Yep, it's the same as my commerce one. Which further proves, they already have something written out and they have spaces where they put the names, that's all. and lol, it also says this part: &lt;i&gt;"Cynthia is very well organised, follows instructions correctly and works hard to complete all set tasks."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL ACHIEVEMENT: outstanding XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAPHICS TECHNOLOGY: Paul RILEY&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much to rant about here. He's right. I don't do much work in class. He just listed the stuff we did in class, not much of a report there, eh?&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL ACHIEVEMENT: high :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE: Katherine WYNDHAM&lt;br /&gt;This is my best report. It's all outstandings. I have nothing to complain about, except for the fact that it is so ironic. Of course I &lt;i&gt;"produce work of superior quality."&lt;/i&gt; What are you talking about? LOL. But the last part is definately true. &lt;i&gt;"In addition, more focused and active participation in class practice and activities will help her extend her skills still further.&lt;/i&gt; AHA, I just noticed, she made a typo. She wrote &lt;i&gt;focussed&lt;/i&gt; instead of &lt;i&gt;focuses&lt;/i&gt;. Or maybe I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL ACHIVEMENT: outstanding XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICAL EDUCATION: Sonya BLASINI&lt;br /&gt;Oh who cares about PE. Of course I've &lt;i&gt;"demonstrated good theoretical understanding and practical ability this semester."&lt;/i&gt; Not much to talk about really her. Her report is like a 2 and a bit line bit of wiritng. &lt;br /&gt;OVERALL ACHIEVEMENT: n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end, of my little journey called school reports. Whoa I'm just so lame. Dayum, I'm 1 away from a Principal's Award. Now my mum has something else to yell about. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND there is a new nat video. { community channel } &amp;&amp; yet again, Gavin beat me into watching it. It's called "How to fight (and lose efficiently)". It's really random, like all her vids. But it's hilarious all the same. Here's the link for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oo0Vv0J6jtw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oo0Vv0J6jtw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Toodle Poops &lt;br /&gt;:) { this is why I'm lame }&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3136879396359234716-2917083884633149102?l=xxchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2917083884633149102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3136879396359234716&amp;postID=2917083884633149102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2917083884633149102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3136879396359234716/posts/default/2917083884633149102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxchia.blogspot.com/2009/06/160609-reports-dx.html' title='16.06.09 - Reports DX'/><author><name>chiaahh :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12245726029027334014</uri>
