<?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-13218391</id><updated>2011-08-15T12:04:11.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble...</title><subtitle type='html'>Three witches we maybe, normal by our own decree.
We toil, we boil and trouble brews,
One of us shops for brand new shoes!
Walk with us this path of life,
Through our joys and through our strifes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116243535142550224</id><published>2006-11-02T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:45:13.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>This blog will now cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will no longer be any new posts coming in (consider this the last post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, this blog will exist in limbo (as in all the archives and everything will remain here) but there will no longer be any forthcoming updates on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us bloggers, Alison, Emm and me will simply be moving to a new blog under blogger beta. The new blog is already up and running fyi, but with no posts. The accounts have been made (save Emm who's halfway there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the move you ask? Why no more crystalaura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's very simple really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all a warning in the past didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? You go check the past archives. Way way back into last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd find what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privacy in this blog is currently non existent. My privacy was invaded last year with all those hooligans in my chatbox. So emm and I removed it. And we tightened the comment box. Thought that would end all privacy problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this? And now Alison? What on earth do you think you ppl are trying to do man?! Invade her privacy too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I stick by what I warned in the past. I stick by my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we currently have no privacy in this blog, then we move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this blog is too widely read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS BLOG IS WILL NO LONGER EXIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final farewell and adieu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - The new blog under blogger beta will have a new address. And only then, those ppl who are invited to read will be able to log in. We will be emailing ppl who we dont mind reading our new blog in a short time so they can be able to register for accounts and be able to log in to our blog. For now, the new blog will also remain in limbo till everything is settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you DON"T get an invite, don't come bother us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116243535142550224?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116243535142550224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116243535142550224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116243535142550224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116243535142550224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/11/under-construction.html' title='UNDER CONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116200409811274346</id><published>2006-10-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T19:54:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Gawd, do you know how being stuck at home can bring to so much boredom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*begin wailing here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even allowed to study groups for the past few weeks. *SOB* Coz my mum says all I do is talk and I get nth from it (bleh) Well actually the talking part is quite real but hello la... my friends bah! OF COURSE I need to talk right? I'm just a normal (but sociable) person bah heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately the past two weeks have been about studying, more studying, and more studying. And of course eating to keep this body alive. Sleeping (though I actually lack it can you believe it?!) The comp (yeah just that you guys aren't blardy ol when I am lol). The TV. And of course, in between days a list of things that I would from now on classify as the AUSSIE list of things. Yeah, all those nonsense about Aus forms and Visas and passports and whatever else is making my head pound. Gahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, just for interest sakes, Kim is going down to Melb on Jan 20. My dad said I'd be going down end of Jan too (it's pretty much confirmed) So what time are you guys (the rest going to Melb la like Tiff, Jane, Pey, Van and Emm) going down? Hehehe. At least if you guys go down roughly same time right, in the two weeks leading up to college, I can go play with you guys to avoid boredom hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that Trinity College highlighted my name as thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WONG &lt;/strong&gt;Siaw Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that I'm going to be called WONG (ugh) in college next year. *wails even more* Why can't the blardy college call me Siaw Hui? Í'm not used to being called WONG. Gag gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, down to the list of things I plan to do after SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post SPM stuff:&lt;br /&gt;1) Get driving license so can use car.&lt;br /&gt;2) Get a job... maybe? Emm, you still up for this offer?!&lt;br /&gt;3) Go on a holiday somewhere nice with my family.&lt;br /&gt;4) Go swimming? EMM! Still up for THIS offer?&lt;br /&gt;5) Maybe badmintion. VAN!! You said you wouldn't mind playing!&lt;br /&gt;6) Go to some parties like the prom if I'm around. CHER!&lt;br /&gt;7) Hehe. Go scavenge around for a new handphone (not so interested in this actually) an Ipod (hopefully?!) and definitely a laptop for next year (Muahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;8) Maybe plan a trip to Lundu/Damai/Santubong with some of my buddies? Urgh dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;9) Any birthday celebrations that might crop up?&lt;br /&gt;10) MOVIE MARATHON!!&lt;br /&gt;11) Pre Christmas and Pre New Year celebs? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and loads more stuff I have yet to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think I shall add some jokes here. Any one of them that comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When playing softball in school, I was up to bat for my team...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (starting to sweat and holding the bat) Oh gawd oh gawd. PLEASE let me HIT the BLARDY ball!!&lt;br /&gt;My team: GO SIAW! YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: CROUCH DOWN LOWER SO CHIEW CAN"T AIM!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (gulp and look at Chiew pitching) I am so seriously freaking dead.&lt;br /&gt;Ball comes at me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (swing desperately and... doesn't hit ball) Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Mong: STRIKE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dang... (get ready again)&lt;br /&gt;Ball comes again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (swing wildly and miss AGAIN) OH shit.&lt;br /&gt;Mong: STRIKE TWO!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (on the verge of hysteria) Okay, come on. I can do this. Focus.&lt;br /&gt;Just as ball about to release...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh for heaven's sakes, I'm just gonna stand still and not hit anything. Maybe the ball will be Ball 1 or smth...&lt;br /&gt;Ball is released.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh gawd...&lt;br /&gt;And then a miraculous thing happens, the ball comes sailing RIGHT AT MY BAT. It bounces OFF MY BAT which is NOT EVEN BEING SWUNG. In short, the ball just twanged off my still bat. And it didn't even fly backward causing a foul ball or anything. It was hit. And not only that...&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A PERFECT HIT AND A PERFECT HIT FOR A PERFECT RUNNING AND SAVE.&lt;br /&gt;Whole field: (stares)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (stares) Did the ball just bounce of my bat? DID IT JUST BOUNCE OFF MY BAT?! But I didn't move it and yet I heard a thwang... did it... (looks at ball careening away across the ground) I hit it?! Even though I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;Tiff (my team): SIAW HUI! YOU IDIOT! RUN! YOU HIT IT! RUNNNNNN!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: YIKES! (suddenly adrenaline pumps though and run like mad hatter)&lt;br /&gt;A very stunned Chiew and a very stunned Khang (catcher) start picking up ball to chase after me. But I'm saved.&lt;br /&gt;My whole team: WAHLIU! SIAW OH! WHOOOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (start laughing hysterically)&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Thanks Chiew! For aiming the ball right at her bat!&lt;br /&gt;Chiew: (hesitates) Uhh, I meant to do that coz I pitied her. Scared she can't hit mar...&lt;br /&gt;Someone can't remember who but must be from his team: Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In church, while Lydia, Becca and I were playing with two identical baby girl twins whilst Agan looks on...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (half cradling one twin whilst other is being cradled by Lydia) Oh gawd, they're pretty heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Uh huh... right...&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Eh (looks at one twin and then the other) They really look alike hor?&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Doy...&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Agan: Huh? Wait a minute wait a minute. You mean the two of them are twins?! (gasp)&lt;br /&gt;Becca, Lydia and me: .... DUHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;Agan: Oh wow... I just thought they were sisters...&lt;br /&gt;Becca: (sarcastically) They are...&lt;br /&gt;Agan: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Then long silence again and we all finally thought he got the meaning then...&lt;br /&gt;Agan: Wait a minute (gasp) Are they like identical twins?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (faints) Agan... (don't know whether wanna laugh or cry)&lt;br /&gt;Agan: What! They don't look alike bah!&lt;br /&gt;Becca Lydia and me: (faints)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A long time ago, my brother used to know someone by the code name of Black Chicken (eh not being racist la ok just the nickname) and he absolutely hated him...&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Eh, you know that black chicken ah... sometimes I just feel like boxing him and just biting him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? You hate him so much kah?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to us, my mum was listening in on the convo so the next day, when she came back from the market...&lt;br /&gt;Me and Bro: (watching TV watch mum walk into house with marketing stuff) Hey mum!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Oh good you're here. I bought black chicken today! We can cook chicken soup with it!&lt;br /&gt;Bro and me: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: (puzzled) But I thought you two were talking about black chicken yesterday so I thought you wanted some...&lt;br /&gt;Me: MA!! WE WERE TALKING ABOUT SOMEONE NOT THE CHICKEN!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: (looks down at scrawny black chicken) Oh... I thought you two were being literal.&lt;br /&gt;Bro and me: (start laughing like wanna die)&lt;br /&gt;When the chicken soup with black chicken finally came out onto the table for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;Me and bro: Oh my gawd oh my gawd (scoop up some black chicken with spoons then..) HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: (sweats) Haiyah keep quiet la you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... my mum never fails to amuse me at times. ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116200409811274346?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116200409811274346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116200409811274346&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116200409811274346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116200409811274346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116191520582616742</id><published>2006-10-26T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:20:53.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>226th post</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! This blog contains more than 200 posts already! Whoot! Al and Emm we rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually more of Al rocked part coz Emm hasn't been blogging in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, why am I even blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah that's right, someone *glares* asked me to apologize to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I'm not writing this to apologize, Kai Lun, so you can forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, it DID cross my mind to apologize, but cause you stepped on my foot when we were walking to Scoops this Weds, then thought of giving you a sorry went flying out my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I will write this for the sake of me, Alison and Emmeline. In case some oth ppl get offended through our past posts, present posts and future posts okay? So here goes the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: This blog is the rightly owned property of the bloggers by the name of Alison, Emmeline and Siaw Hui. Anything written on this blog are merely the actual and unpolished thoughts of the aforementioned. Though that might be the case, we, namely the mentioned, do not mean to hurt anyone or offend anyone in anyway. In short, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANY OFFENCE THAT MAY HAVE BEEN CAUSED THROUGH THE BLOG IS UNINTENTIONAL. IT WAS MERELY THE RANTINGS OF THE BLOGGERS. HOWEVER, IF YOU STILL FEEL LIKE YOU WERE BEING WRONGED, OR OFFENDED BECAUSE OF THIS BLOG AND ITS WORDS, THEN TELL US. BUT IF WE EXPLAIN TO YOU AND YOU STILL WANT TO FIND FAULT WITH US THEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THERE'S JUST ONE THING YOU OUGHT TO DO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T READ THE BLARDY BLOG AT ALL! DOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope that got across. Sincere thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116191520582616742?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116191520582616742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116191520582616742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116191520582616742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116191520582616742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/226th-post.html' title='226th post'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116139689037628786</id><published>2006-10-21T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:14:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!!</title><content type='html'>WOYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got very good timing to give me bad news hor?! Hmph. When I was happily frisking around this morning, he go bomb me with TWO HUGE bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he gave me the photos that I took for my student visa. Note this pictures will be ON MY STUDENT VISA AS LONG AS FOREVER... okay as long as I'm in Aus studying la hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what I look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See usually, I don't really care how I look like in pics but considering this will be on my visa for about 7 years and maybe more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK TERRIBLE! AND HORRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even SMILING! The blardy photographer said, Hey, don't smile so much... or smth. So I HAD to look serious. And oh my gawd, THAT so didn't turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my serious was like... I had gawd damn puke under my nose. And my smile was like so forced and... ughh, I was wearing some moldy blue coat that the photographer gave to me because HE DIDN"T TELL ME THAT I COULD BRING MY OWN BLARDY PREFECT BLAZER!! GAHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd spend seven years with my student visa looking like that. As in a pic of me having puke under my nose. It is the WORST picture I have ever taken in my life. Bah. And I thought the photo studio pic was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second bad news. EVEN BIGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem hem. See, I was hoping against hope that I'd be around for CNY. But apparently... THE STUPID ORIENTATION OF TRINITY HAS TO START THREE let me repeat THREE BLARDY DAYS BEFORE THE CNY! ARGGGHHH!! So kolien mannnn... So unlucky. Three days worrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought I could merrily skip orientation... but I realized that I can't coz I need to go down a week before my actualy sutdying in Trinity (which will be the orientation week lor) to get acquantied with Melb, buy windbreakers and whatever winter junk I have not yet purchased since MSIA is eternal summer land. Bahhh... and I need to go choose my subs during orientation week. Double bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, like that's not bad enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some MORE bad news goes me dad... but of course, he didn't add the more bad (I added that myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I might not even be here AFTER SPM! When all the partying is going on, I MIGHT NOT BE HERE! There's no Damai. Or or Lundu. Or the prom. Or any pre Christmas celebrations. Or any planned New Year celebs or smth. NOTHING MAN!! I"D BE OFF FOR HOLIDAYS!! Because APPARENTLY my brother finishes his Melb Uni exams WHEN i start my SPM. So he gets to come back and see me suffer. Bahhhhhhhhh... bugger. Weyyy, I wanted to spend time with my friends before I go. Or before they go. Whichever lehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so then you say maybe I have Jan to spend with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger la, some more bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have to move house by 31ST JANUARY 2007. Take a good look at that date ah. Because that is the last date of eviction from my brother's current apartment. Which translated means, we have to get my bro's arse and all his other possessions out of there BY that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means since my bro obviously can't do all the moving out by himself, I HAVE TO GO DOWN THERE TO HELP HIM DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means that the moving out takes about one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means I"D BE LEAVING ABOUT THE MIDDLE OF JAN OR A BIT LATER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm there I won't be coming back till June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOYYYYY!!! SO UNFAIR LERRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go cry long and hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phooey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116139689037628786?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116139689037628786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116139689037628786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116139689037628786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116139689037628786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/no.html' title='NO!!'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116096145220977601</id><published>2006-10-20T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T04:08:56.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sequel</title><content type='html'>Now that the tears *glares at MTYP and Van* are over, I shall continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we stopped at Tiff, we shall now continue with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Louis! This guy memang eh... always trying to get on my nerves. I guess in a sort of a weird way, I'd miss his: HI BOSS! calling lol. And his: Aiyah Siaw Hui ah... ERRRR!! thing. Haha. Good luck in Tunku Jaafar (that's how you spell it right?!) btw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jeremy! SPYYYYY!! Haha, I'd miss calling this koala bear Spy. Damn. I don't even remember how the calling originated rofl. And I'd miss his weird weird way of crooning flirty songs (yeah, the Jesse McCartney one lol) Oh! And his gaying and fights with Noel when he discovers that Noel "cheated" on him. Lol Lol. And I'd miss his sound effects. Remember Al? Last time when we did the Hang Tuah thing in study group? He kept making sound effects for the sword fights. *sweat* You'd be in Kch and I'd be in Melb. LIke I said, call rates aren't that high so BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Muzzie! I'd miss your really really artsy fartsy (wow, where did that come from ehehe) drawings. And your Apple PC hehehe and all the cool things you do on it. Basically all your gadgets and your crazy crazy antics esp when taking photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ehhhhh... who was I on now? Oh yeah, KIMMY! How could I forget. Lol lol lol. I'd not really miss you dear coz you'd be in Melb mah. But I'd certainly miss hanging out and seeing you everyday coz though we'd be in the same city, not really gonna see you everytime like in class right? I'd really miss you and your daily funny antics la. Remember to call me and ring me up or whatever when we're down in Melb k?! Must meet up at least once a month and go for dinner or smth!! Cheap one though, not that rich mar... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Elane! Heehee, eh where you going next year? Go Melb la! Sure can get in! Go go go! Then at least I won't be able to miss you that much. Hehe. I'd miss your cooperation with me to go bully Kim till she screams. I'd miss you and me conspiring to do the next "evil" thing to Kim. And I'd miss the way you'd go : Ehhhh Siaw Hui, we ask Cikgu so and so this and this so that right, we can find out what exam question gonna come out... LOL!! Eyyyy, keep in touch la you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Emmmmmmaaaaaa!!!! Fellow blogger! She's like a uhh huggable big sister to me!! Coz of your height la!! Essshhh. You and Noel everyday will grin evilly and look down on me (literally). I'd miss your hugs when things get down! I'd miss your daily sleepheadedness and your blur grandma look. Hahaha... but you going to Melb too! YAYY!! Keep in touch! I won't miss you that much after all! I'd miss daily things with you though. OUTINGS IN MELB ARE A MUST YOU HEAR ME! DON"T TELL ME YOU CAN"T WAKE UP FOR A DAY OUTING WITH THE REST OF US LOT YOU HEAR! IF NOT I'D TAKE THE NEAREST TRAM OR SMTH DOWN TO YOUR PLACE, BUST IN AND DRAG YOU OUTTA BED HUAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Al!! Nooo, I'm gonna miss this girl so blardy much! Waaaa... okay, despite your eagerness to rub lots and lots of fashion sense into my head, I really really really really like you!! (not in a lesbian way so don't freak out and run dear girl) And I think that fashion lessons are actually coming through that thick skull of mine. *gasp* Urgh. I'm so gonna miss babbling, gossiping and talking with you. And joking. And bullying Noel. And hahahahaha of course, me teasing you *cough cough VIOLENT cough* Hahaha. Contact me from England you hear! CONTACT CONTACT! Oooohhh and tell me if there really ARE cute boys there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Chin Ann! Lol, I think I'd miss his grumpiness to some extent. WEll, okay, maybe not grumpiness, just sometimes he's reluctantness to do things like eg. whenever I say Hi, he takes a very long time to say Hi back. And he does so grudgingly. Lol. And haha, I'd miss his off antics whenever he says something wrong at the wrong time when the entire class is quiet and can actually hear what he's saying. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Chiew. Will miss his TECHNOLOGY. Hahaha. Neh, not only that la. I'd miss the person too. His crazy "stunts" and his techno music stunts (or whatever it is lol) His crazy weird jokes. And his very very mind boggling philosophical stuff that just leaves me like Huh? Lol. And of course, your knack of always bringing illegal but very expensive stuff. Try to kek someone issit? Rofl. But heard you're going down to Melb next year? Keep in touch then! I'd be... uhh around the city lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Sjane!! Heehee, you'd be in Melb next year right! I don't care, you better leave your boarding sch sometimes or another to come out and hang with me and Kim them all you hear?! Good girl. Haha. I'd miss this girl's uhh CLUMSINESS. And her ever famous shuffle of her feet when she walks. Lol. Oh and her calling of Mtyp's bruise a hicky (is that how you spell it) OOOHHH!! And her ballet shuffling. Hahahahahaha... and of course, her good sound advice when you feel really down. Contact in Melb next year ahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) MTYP! Hahaha, suburbian area in Melb! Sob* don't care must get down to city sometime to spend time with us. LOL. Nanananana. I'd miss loads about her la. Her obssession with dramas that I'm not obssessed with. Her obsession with Neopets which I share actually. AND NO I"M NOT GIVING YOU NEOPOINTS DON"T YOU EVEN TRY TO ASK! Her hip hoppiness at times. Her trying to slam the door in my face. You evil person. NOMAD!! hahahaha... Aihh.., childhood fren, how can I not miss you? Sigh. It's so hard to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Mel. LOL Lame lame lame girl. I'm so gonna miss your lame jokes. Aiyooo. And in some weird way, your bullying. You ah, on one day, slap me on the left arm. Then the right arm. Then where again? Wahliu, do you even know that I have nerve endings and can feel pain!! Evil evil evil lame person. Lol. Jk laaaa... Perth next year right?! KEEP IN TOUCH! Hehehe. And stay lame for the sake of all of us. So that when reunion, can see your lameness intact. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Cel. Hmm... what shall I miss about her. Lol. Drama queen. Okay, I think I meant that in a nice way. Oh yeah, I did. Lol. OKAY DON"T KILL ME LA HAIYORR!! Oh and I'd miss her excitedness when it comes to certain stuff like SHOPPING. For the life of me I'd never understand why is it that shopping can bring so much elation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Cher! Heehee! Where you going next year girl? Spore? Kl? Well, wherever it is, CALLLL MEEEEE!! Fat cat! hahahaha. I'd miss your weird noises. Like Ya BUSH or smth like that lol. And your sometimes blurness. Hahaha. Miss stealing food from you and sneakingly eating food with you. Nananana. And I'd miss gossiping and talking with you. Together with that crazy Jess especially. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Akmal. Wait, he's already missing. So uhh yeah, it doesn't exactly count does it? Coz whatever I'm gonna miss about him, I'm already missing about him. So yeah, don't count! Besides, lz to type it out here. And besides, it's not fulfilling the criteria of GONNA MISS hahahahaha... excuses to get out of typing stuff down as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Noel. Buahahaha. The baby of the rodent family. Everytime get downtrodden by me. And Jas I think. Huahahaha. Anyway, I'd miss his very very weird craziness. And his noogies to certain extent though they kill brain cells. And his sometimes weird but sometimes good advice too. And his very weird humor. And very weird way of expressing concern and comfort. Eeshhh. Lol. Stay crz in Kch and better plan one huge reunion for all of us when we come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Winston! HAHAH NZ for you next year eh? HAHA. You'd end up herding loads of sheep. I'd miss the way this guy always try to find fault with me. Esp during Oral. Always go against whatever I say wan boh. Always have to try to take my oral lines. Geezzz!! Aiyoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Lee Lip! PASTOR! I'd miss disturbing him. LOL. And I'd miss his way of telling Noel (or rather commanding him) to not do certain stuff. Oh and I'd miss ganging up with him to distrub either Noel or Jeremy. And the way we laugh really long and hard at them. LOL! Oh and his guitaring. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Tan! Hehe, I'd miss the funny things like Who stole the cookie gig?! Hahaha. WEird la you Tan. And her very very funny way of expressing stuff like: You can' stand me issit! Then sit la! GEEZZZZZ... you ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm done. And before I go just a shout out here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUT OUT TO EMM, VAN AND KIM! CONGRATS YOU GOT INTO TRINITY TOO! NOW WE ARE ALL GOING TO THE SAME PLACE YIPEEEE!! WE SHALL GO PARTY... SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116096145220977601?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116096145220977601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116096145220977601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116096145220977601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116096145220977601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/sequel.html' title='Sequel'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116125257302953979</id><published>2006-10-19T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T03:09:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a short post</title><content type='html'>To tell you guys to check out the links of our blog all right? Coz Cher has just gotten a new blog and she asked me to link it to mine. I guess she wants you guys to know her blog, so yeah, go check out her blog all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116125257302953979?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116125257302953979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116125257302953979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116125257302953979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116125257302953979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-short-post.html' title='Just a short post'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116091589830690813</id><published>2006-10-15T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T05:38:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Since Pey asked me to blog, so here I am. Once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now proceed to blog about everyone in class. =) And what I shall miss about all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, when I have the time (which I seriously doubt I don't coz I have to start studying SMTH tomorrow!!)  I'd do about my other friends. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sally!! Omg, I'm so gonna miss you dear girl! Aih, your metal ruler antics! Sigh. You swishing around so menacingly (and since you are the Queen of the Distant Shores, I guess that's your scepter ahaha!) esp when you want Noel or Al to study. And Kim too sometimes, I think. Lol. OH! And I'd definitely miss your fruits! Your grapes, pears, apples, oranges... I know I can always go to you for FRESH FRUITS! Hehe. Sorry, freeloader here bah. Ooh, and I'd definitely miss our early morning chats. Since we always first two in class in the morning hehe. And of course, your weird animal sounds eg. meer! goose! Haha. Too bad we won't be going to the same continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) YEE YING! Hahaha. This girl always got very cute stuff in her pencil box! Rofl. Always sneak sneak go see all those cute dangly thingies! Lol. And of course, I shall miss our early morning chats too. Sob* Go Melb instead of Perth Ying! GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jess! You crazy crazy person! Damn. I wish Mrs Ngu had shifted me to the back of the class for Add Maths sooner. Coz I got to you know loads loads better when she did. Not that I didn't before. I'd miss your Zzzing although it's so annoying at times. I'd miss your RAWR (when you want ppl to shuddup lol!) and I'd miss your snatching my Add Maths paper. It actually broke one time you naughty girl! And of course, your blurness when playing Big Two is PRICELESS. And I'd miss your laughter too! Keep in touch! From KL to Melb calls not THAT expensive la hor... =) Anywho, I can always go visit you when we're back in Kch. So near your house bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sat! Haha. LION! You are your peverted peverted mind. But funny enough, I'd miss all your lame dirty jokes. Haha. Remember? Open day? What on earth did you sing to me?! I know it was smth dirty (who ask you to go menggubal your own lyrics you silly boy!) but I guess only Sjane, Kim and Tan will know. And I'd miss you constant (but nonsensical) chatter. Rofl. And your lame lame humor and funny antics. Lol. But then again, you'd be in Kch for the next two years so remember to invite me over to your place again eh! We shall push Noel into the pool again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) VANNESSAA!! *squeals* I'm so gonna miss you!! Wait, actually I won't really. Coz we're going to Melb next year. But I won't be seeing you THAT much I guess. So yeah girl, I won't be missing you too much! Just the words that we share between us. And the convos. =) And the stupid stupid stuff. See you around campus dear girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Jasmine! Omg, I think I'm gonna miss you uber uber uber lots! We practically watched each other grow up! Like from kids to now... omg! Time flies. I'm gonna miss your YA DUSH! Haha. And your whingings. And your hyperventilation (wait, actually I'd still listen to Van's so mebbe not!) And your groanings about broccoli (YES THEY ARE EVIL!!) I'd miss your good sound advice too. And remember, you don't have to be strong for anyone not even for yourself. When you have problems (don't always act as the advisor) just ring me! Kch to Melb not that high bah call rates! I'm so gonna miss you! My childhood friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Khang! Another one! Childhood friend man! Watched you grow up from a little boy (your bro reminds me of you as a Kindy person you know?) into the CLASS MONITOR! I'd miss your whinging about the class markers lol! And of course, YOUR LAME JOKES! And your disturbing me! Remmeber: MRS NGU STOLE MY MARKER! THAT LOOKS LIKE MINE! Haha... Oh and of course, will miss your moonwalking and stupid antics. Lol. And of course, your CLASS MONITORING, or lack of it. MUAHAHA. lol lol. And your chopping of offense slips! Oops... shouldn't have said that. :S But oh well, got prefect cert already haha! YOU LER! ASK YOU GO MELB YOU WANNA GO PERTH! HMPH! Nvm, must still keep in touch. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Kok! Omg, I list all my childhood friends one go mer?! Haha. Anyway, really gonna miss this really lame boy. Aih. Rolex watch lorrr. And I'd miss his good sound advice too. =) I'd miss the times I've shared with him as Head Prefects and any other memories taken from them. Will miss planning stuff with him too, collaborating like evil accomplices. And of course, scheming... hehehe... Keep in touch k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Aidan! Hahahaha, I'd miss you too. I'd miss your: CIKGU AMC! Haha. Your amcing, your gold medalling, your chess-ing, your maths-ing, your physics-ing. ALL YOUR SMARTY BRAINIAC WORK LA! And of course, YOUR SHUFFLING! Haha. Keep shuffling Aidan! It makes ppl's day brighter. So go on! And of course, I'd miss your intellectual conversations. Funny huh? And of course, your huge huge huge vocab. Haha. Good luck in you being an ASEAN scholar! And even if Spore steals you away, rememeber our class reunion eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Sing Yue. Hmm, let's look see. I'd miss his: Ehhhh Siaw Hui, I found out smth... bla bla bla. And our "gossip" sessions. Aiyo, memang kepo la this boy. Lol lol kidding la... And our scheming against a certain prefect... hem hem hem. Lol. Woy, make sure you don't have too much fun with the cattle in England eh! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Kai Lun! You dirty dirty dirty boy! Everyday watch porn hmmph! I never thought you would be the type. I'd miss your face expression when you get caught (kononnya you think you're innocent lol) watching dirty stuff. And your I didn't do it face. Geez you ah! And to think I thought you were so innocent. Looks can be deceiving. Kidding la... Good luck in being ASEAN scholar too! Wait, you are taking it up right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Tiff!!! Hahahaha, I'd miss your sexay legs. Okay okay, I better shuddup before you kill me. I'd miss your: I HATE YOU!!! Lol. lol. I hate you too Tiff!! Haha, jk jk la. I'd miss your WUNNERFUL drawings. Don't deny it la you. And I'd miss your singing!! Aih, no more sch musicals. So sad. But then again, See you around melb!! Don't you dare try to run away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I better pick this up another day... coz I'm suddenly fighting back tears. I HOPE YOU"RE HAPPY NOW VAN AND PEY! I FINALLY CRIED! The fact suddenly suck in while doing this. I don't think I can continue. I'd do it another day. Omg, tears tears again. Gawddddd, I'm so gonna miss you ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry! I shall be back with the sequel!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116091589830690813?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116091589830690813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116091589830690813&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116091589830690813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116091589830690813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116090715760610806</id><published>2006-10-15T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:12:37.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATS JASMINE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(not Jasmine Kueh Wui Thing la...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!! YOU'RE FINALLY ENGAGED! WHOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whether you even read my blog or not lol but anywhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATS CONGRATS CONGRATS! SORRY I CAN'T EXACTLY FLY DOWN TO LIMBANG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(wait, it &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;Limbang right? ahaks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO ATTEND THE ACTUAL CEREMONY BUT STILL, AT LEAST I SAY CONGRATS RIGHT? AHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sorry I didn't actually believe Rachel when she said you were getting engaged. It was just that when she told me: Jasmine got engaged! she had this really cheeky grin on her face, yeah you know the one she pulls on when she wants to pull my leg or smth. Yeah, so ehehehe, but still in the end, I got the msg right? RIGHT?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, not everyday I get to see one of my friends get engaged you know ;) so haha, one last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't forget to send me a wedding invite or I'd be after your blood. Huahahaha. Kidding kidding. But hey, come on, Siaw Hui &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; go. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait if I say sorry for the times I bullied you, you will send me an invitation right? *hopeful look*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116090715760610806?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116090715760610806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116090715760610806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116090715760610806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116090715760610806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-little-note.html' title='Just a little note...'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116073245153997357</id><published>2006-10-13T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T06:27:08.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of good news, bad news and pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First off, some pics to recall the last day of sch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Introducing, the pissed off looking bunch! With Cher and a few others putting middle fingers! Sorry it's so dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pissed off me, Ying and Elane. Rofl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg! What are Al and Sal doing to poor Noelle? Is that his, I mean, her *gasp* boobs they're punching?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010324.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010324.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jas and me. If anyone dares to mess with us, eat our fists!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kinda dark. But I'm sure you guys can recognize Al, Van, me and Emm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Siaw Hui and Miss Noelle. HAHAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macho Sally and me haha. Oh and macho Tan in the bground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ever famous cross dress! Look who's that one with the huge but utterly fake boobs! It's NOEL! *gasp* The female squirrel makes its appearance! Rofl. Btw, his boobs burst releasing water (coz they were water balloons) in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Emm liked this close up, I decided to post it here for her to steal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whoa, Sally! Why you sticking your tongue out?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now you want to punch too?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Van and me (for the convenience of Van to steal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Sally (for the convenience of Sally to steal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010283.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010283.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jas and me! (for the convenience of Jas to steal lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010280.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010280.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The quadruplets! Well, not really. It's just the four of us. Me, Jess, Piv and Emma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad News:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is discouraging me to take Medicine. Because I have to get very very high entry scores i.e. 98 as my GPA for 4 of my prerequisites. Huh. Even the college that I applied for said that. They suggested I have a second course preference in mind. What more, STRONGLY suggest again ah. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good News:&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY LETTER OF OFFER! HOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Whoosha! My forecast results and mock results pulled through after all! Wahahahaha! Letter of offer to the FIRST college I applied for (the one my parents and I wanted me to go to) I FEEL SO PROUD OF MYSELF! Nehhh, I'm just happy. Now I don't have to sit and worry about whether I got accepted coz I HAVE ALREADY BEEN ACCEPTED! Muahahaha! Trinity College here I come! Oh btw, Emm, Kim and Van and whoever else is planning to go, have you guys applied yet? And if you have, have you gotten the letter of offer? Coz if you have, then DOUPLE WHOPPEE I HAVE FRIENDS THERE! WAHAHAHA!! Dum di da... I feel so relieved, at least the college I wanted accepted me. Phew. *sweat* But then now I have to sift through sheaves of papers: looking through them, reading them, filling them and signing them to confirm my student visa, acceptance form, accomodation form, fees form, payment form, International Students Under 18 form bla bla bla... omg. And I have to fax loads and loads of passport sized photos! Maybe I should just get my mum to do EVERYTHING then I just sign. Bet she won't let me. Bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooooh wells, I better go now. Tata everyone!&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/13218391-116073245153997357?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116073245153997357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116073245153997357&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116073245153997357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116073245153997357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-good-news-bad-news-and-pics.html' title='Of good news, bad news and pics!'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116064591906436487</id><published>2006-10-12T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:38:39.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too lazy to think of title so bleh. :P ^- ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this is the last week of sch (sob) but then again it's the week where I think most of us have had the most fun. Ever since the Mock that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird you know, SPM's so near around the corner and yet we're still playing our heads off and still don't care. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some lame jokes, to keep you guys occupied to a certain extent I guess. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When giving Cikgu Susanna the book entitle Genghis Khan...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Eee cool (tries to peer over my shoulder to see book) What's it called?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Genghis Khan?&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Pause then...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Eh, eh, add a G to the back of it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? You mean Genghis Khang...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (beams proudly)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When playing Bullshit with some of them...&lt;br /&gt;Al: (puts down one card) 1 Jack!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (having all four Jacks) BULL!!&lt;br /&gt;Al: Damn. (retracts card) How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (grins) Coz I have all the Jacks?&lt;br /&gt;Al: Grr...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (puts down 3 cards) 3 tens!&lt;br /&gt;No one says bull so...&lt;br /&gt;Jer: (next in line) (puts down one card) 1 Jack!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (shouts) HAH! BULLLLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jer: How dya know?&lt;br /&gt;Al: (practically screams at Jer while everyone glares) SHE JUST TOLD US SHE HAD ALL THE JACKS YOU DEAF BAT!!&lt;br /&gt;Jer: Oh. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When playing Bullshit still...&lt;br /&gt;Mel: (puts down 3 cards) 3 nines!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (pputs down 3 cards) 3 threes!&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: Oy! How can you put threes? You can only put nines or tens or eights!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohh sorry sorry ya... (takes back cards)&lt;br /&gt;Pause then...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looks at remaining cards, don't have eight or nine or ten so I have to bull...) Aww man... I don't have... Oops. (look up)&lt;br /&gt;Whole table: BULL! YOU CAN TAKE THE PILE OF CARDS ALREADY LA! WHAT EVER YOU PUT DOWN SURE BULL LIAO!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Damnnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In my Sch Mag...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (signing) From the Ex Class Monitor to the Ex Head Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (upon seeing the signature) Wha?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When Kok annoyed me and I couldn't take it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (slaps him on the shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (recoils and clutches his appendix) OWW OWW OWW!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?! (looks at him in disgust) I slapped your shoulder! How could it possibly affect your appendix?!&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Eh (groans) You dunno mer? Got vein leading down there le...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh, veins bring blood, how does that connect with anything?&lt;br /&gt;Kok: I mean I mean got nerve leading from shoulder to there leh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh huh, I thought your nerve brings impulses to the brain not that...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Fine fine! Just kidding... (grumbles)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) On another instance when Kok annoyed me...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (raises hand to whack already)&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Woy woy woyyyy!! (runs away and spots Noel) Noel! (runs to Noel and hides behind Noel)&lt;br /&gt;Me: OY, don't hide!!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Kok (edging behind Noel, still trying to avoid me) Peace Peace Siaw Hui, peace!&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Peace! Calm down! (still cringes behind Noel) Noel, help me!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Oy, don't bully him la!&lt;br /&gt;Me: He disturb me first!&lt;br /&gt;Noel edges around with Kok behind him and Kok manages to escape through a maze of desks.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WOY!! YOU COME BACK HERE!&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (screams back at Noel) PEACE BE ON YOU NOEL! MAY THE LORD GRANT PEACE ON YOUR SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Because Noel hates hugs...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (whispers to Emm) Eh let's take photo with Noel and some oth girls, then on the count of 3 we jump and hug him k?&lt;br /&gt;Emm: (evil grin) Ok!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (looks curiously at us) What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh nothing. (emm starts whispering plan to Van)&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (shoots suspicious glare at the two of them) What are you ppl doing?!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Let's take a pic Noel!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (looks from me, to Emm, to Van) What if I don't wanna?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just take! Nothing wrong right?!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: (pushes chair) Oy, sit here!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Why do I have to sit down? (death glare)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Coz you're the only guy! JUST SIT lA YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (reluctantly sits)&lt;br /&gt;Van starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: What are you ppl doing?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jer, take photo! (tosses cam over to him) HURRY UP!&lt;br /&gt;Tan who decides to join, me, Van and Emm gather around Noel.&lt;br /&gt;Noel starts to sit on the edge of his seat.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WOY! SIT PROPERLY NOTHING WILL HAPPEN!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (raise eyebrow) I don't trust you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (death glare) ON my count of three, Jer, take the photo...&lt;br /&gt;Noel wriggles in seat.&lt;br /&gt;Me: One... two... THREE!!&lt;br /&gt;All four girls lunge at Noel as Noel races out of his seat and towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Damn, missed the bloody squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;Emm: (screams) WE"D GET YOU NEXT TIME SQUIRREL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When Van was writing in Mike's auto book...&lt;br /&gt;Van: (writing as fast as she can almost finish like half the auto already)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eee, I see!&lt;br /&gt;Both fall quiet and start looking then...&lt;br /&gt;Van: OH shit! Is this the right book? Am I writing in the right book?! (flips to the front of the book and sees the name Mike) Phew...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Write halfway then only you check mer?&lt;br /&gt;Jas: (nearby) Yalah, if wrong then you do what? (points at the heading: Hey Mike!) Cancel the Mike out ah?&lt;br /&gt;Van: Ehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) When trying to surprise Cikgu Tan Ah Siang with the orchid...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (covering cikgu's eyes) One... two... three! (takes away his hands)&lt;br /&gt;Whole class: Tadah!&lt;br /&gt;Tan Ah Siang: (slightly tilted away from the orchid such that the flower is not right in his line of vision) Huh? (starts looking arouind for the surprise rofl)&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Cikgu! It's here! (gently tilts Cikgu around)&lt;br /&gt;Tan Ah Siang: Uhh... (FINALLY spots the flower) Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm so gonna miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116064591906436487?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116064591906436487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116064591906436487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116064591906436487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116064591906436487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-lazy-to-think-of-title-so-bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116059088323003817</id><published>2006-10-12T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:21:23.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Teo's Pho...to...ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm done with Miss Teo's photo! Check the time. Yup, It's 2.02am and I started at maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10.00? But I was watching Devil Wears Prada-again- so about 1-2 hours should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cut off. In all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fairness, I've put quite a lot of effort into this so here's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WARNING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone who DARES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try to insult it tomorrow to an &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extent....WATCH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUT! &lt;/strong&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;Me AND my TERRIBLE EYEBAGS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;going to come after YOU and knock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you senseless.....And if that fails, I have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stinkbomb. So watch it. I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wanna hear anything bad that's gonna put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me in a foul mood. Unless it's true. Nite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116059088323003817?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116059088323003817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116059088323003817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116059088323003817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116059088323003817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/miss-teos-photozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Miss Teo&apos;s Pho...to...ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-116014301296129776</id><published>2006-10-06T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T06:56:53.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W A R</title><content type='html'>Okay that's it. THAT"S IT YOU HEAR ME YOU ANNOYING TWAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I am not talking about Squirrel right here, so no fears Noel, though my long time declaration of war on you in my very very long ago blog post still lives on. I'm still winning the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKMALLLL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You very very irritating, bullying, grrrr (let me think of a word first... pauses for five seconds) unfeeling, annoying (did I say that already?) insensitive prick! Prat! Twat! GRRRR GO LOOK IT UP THE DIC (WHICH FYI IS SHORT FOR DICTIONARY YOU BUFFOON!!) AND YOU"D GET WHAT IM TELLING YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOO gonna get Alison to thwack you around the head when she goes to UK next year. So you watch it! She likes me better than you so she'd definitely comply with my one request. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon... idiot... gundu... bodoh... GAHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just HAD to go email everyone about my ONE TINY LITTLE MISTAKE DIDN"T YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why could you have just left it in the convo between me and kok and you? I don't see Kok blabbing HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely want to humiliate me issit? HAH?! Just say so la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it: Your goal in life is to bully the crap out of me and then everytime I make a small little teeenyyyy weeeennnyyyy mistake you have to go tell everyone and then call me bodoh, babo, gundu... whatever else I can't remember. GAHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You memang ah! Over the ocean (I DON"T CARE IT"S STILL TECHNICALL OVER THE OCEAN YOU TWAT!) still haven't given up on that goal issit? HUH HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! You're not that great too you know. *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a payback for going and emailing ppl about my teeny weeny mistake. So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is war Akmal! You're dead... next year when I get Alison or someone going to UK to beat you up. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't do anything to me coz I'm in Aus and whoever else is going will not do your bidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR I TELL YOU WAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-116014301296129776?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/116014301296129776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=116014301296129776&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116014301296129776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/116014301296129776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/w-r.html' title='W A R'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115996267411894012</id><published>2006-10-04T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T04:51:14.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Oh my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd...AHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sakes, how on earth was I supposed to know?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van! Remind me NEVER EVER to laugh at you again when you have one of those "hilarious" run ins with your couzzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am practically writhing with embarassment as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sinks lower in chair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd, I couldn't possibly have done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams long and hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go out from this little nice room of mine. I feel like I'd throw up if I do. All over &lt;em&gt;my boy cousin &lt;/em&gt;that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I do? Argh, let me tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6 smth I was up in my bedroom, fighting off sleep but to no avail. The last two nights saw me sleeping uber late. I have bags under my eyes to show for it. Don't ask me why I slept late or you shall be tormented gar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have had a blocked nose, because when I woke up my mouth was dry. Which obviously meant I had been snoring (most probably) and most definitely breathing through my mouth. And I also know that when I breathe through my mouth, I get bad breath. Well, I'm sorry but I do okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... then... someone yelled my name at about 7 plus plus (which is now) and I woke up very very harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelling at the top of my lungs, thrashing wildly in bed that sent pillows flying everywhere, twisting and turning (I think I stubbed something down there... *pauses to touch foot gingerly* Ow ow ow yes I did damn!!) until I finally got out of bed. My mum kept yelling and yelling and yelling and I didn't wanna go down at first. Then my maid appeared out of nowhere just as I was out of bed and half crawling and half walking to the door. The lights turned on, blinding myself and in the pandemonium, I couldn't find my glasses. My mind registered smth like: Oy, get specs dummy but I couldn't care less. Out the door, down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was. Yeap, that stupid little Siaw Hui. Stumbling like a blind person and a mad woman at that down the stairs, screaming like a mad hatter with a bloodcurdling scream that could have set the entire neighbourhood scrambling for the door and releasing bad odours from her mouth (I couldn't help it la ok!) But you want to know the WORST part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when I first went to have my "nap" which I now sorely regret, I was dressed in a humongous baggy shirt (that looks like it belonged to some gunisack... a green one at that) and *gasp* shorts. As in, not knee length. But as in half her thighs being exposed. Well I'm sorry all right but hello? THE WEATHER IS SO FREAKING HOT! And the haze just MAKES it worst. Gahhhhhhhh... I went to sleep in that and still woke up sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was half tumbling down the stairs like an idiot, cursing and swearing, cursing and swearing. Due to the irritating law of Physics and my tumbling and turning in the bed, my shorts had ended up LESS than half way up my thighs. Let's just say, when I was coming down, I probably revealed like 3/4 of it. Dammit. I have to "thank" my stupid pants material riding up don't I? Oh oh! And the baggy shirt? It was simply dishevelled. Very badly. The sleeve on the right shoulder was off and the left shoulder was simply clinging for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I couldn't care less could I? I mean after all, think about it. My house only got my mum and my maid and my sis. Who couldn't be bothered right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho ho, I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam! Crashed and clattered my way to the bottom of the stairs very very loudly. And see, me no wearing specs and me degree is about almost hitting 600. Which means me almost completely blind when I'm not wearing specs. So I saw a blur of someone sitting on the sofa as I walked down. And that blur was wearing jeans which I obviously thought belonged to a boy. And then there were two other girls, or so I thought. My brain could only land on one option and I yelled out: HEY BIG BRO!!! YOU"RE BACK! And before I could shut my mouth it went: OOH! AND WHO ARE THEY?! *wave hand like drunken person towards the two girls* Then I stumbled blindly into the room where my mum was screeching at me to take the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was very smart of me, might I add, considering that my brother is all the way in Melb and is not coming back till Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the phone, still feeling extremely blind and extremely blur. Dad said smth about him wanting to bring back a teddy bear for me (which was extremely sweet I think..) and then I managed to put down the phone somehow. Then I was walking happily towards the door that led to the living room area when suddenly all my neurons and whatever else in my CNS started to work. WONDEFULLY well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BAM, everything came together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, that was my guy cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his girlfriend and his girlfriend friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit oh shit oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE I DONE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now of course, I refuse to leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm squinting very very badly without my glasses on. THe embarassment is too much to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd, I am such a dunderhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhhh... they'd probably think that I'm a very very stupid and nutsy cousin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115996267411894012?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115996267411894012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115996267411894012&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115996267411894012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115996267411894012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115986909148657134</id><published>2006-10-03T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T02:51:31.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>Mtyp asked me to update. So yeah here I am, though I don't really know what I want to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait *evil grin* I know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Jer and Noel. Haha. The presumably "gay" guys. HAHA. No la, jk, they're straight. It's just that it's so much funnier when they pretend that they're gay. Gawdd... Let's take you through the story k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick one, me promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Noel and Jer will not kill or harm a single hair on Siaw Hui's head. Both of them, Jer and Noel, are wonderfully straight guys. It's just that, like I said, they've been so wack lately they've tried acting gay lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts off with Noel and Jer being well "gay" partners. Don't ask me when they "paired up" because I honestly don't know when. All I know is that their "love" started showing when we were having our study groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first study group was in Al's house. Neh... not that obvious yet. Just punching and all that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "gayness" only started when Jer learned that his "partner" lol Noel had fetched Al from tuition without his knowledge. At which point, Jer broke down into "tears" and claimed: HOW COULD YOU?! YOU BROKE MY HEART! At which point Al wittingly added: I'm sorry, Jer, I didn't know that you and Noel (pats Noel's hand) Upon which Kim and Emm and me burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, Jer "serenaded" me haha like what Emm said in a post before this, and Noel got pissed at him, clutching his hand on his heart and claimed: Jer, how could you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second study group meeting was in Emm's house. Hah. Too bad Al and Kim, you missed out hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Jer and Noel started serenading each other with Noel's MP3 player playing THAT love song in the background. Since they were sitting next to each other; they were extending their hands, presumably expressing their "love" rofl and singing to each other. Emm, Cher and me were like oggling at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that bad enough? Wait wait, I shall tell you more. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they started quarreling. Don't ask me why la hor. So they started punching each other. And then dunno why, they started showing their "love" for each other. And they just wouldn't shut up whereupon I got annoyed and being the leader of the group tried to shut them up. Upon which they continued in their blatant refusal and went on with their what can merely be described as "gayness" rofl. In desperation, I yelled at them: Control yourself! Three times. It went pretty much unheeded... well unless you consider Jer glaring at you and Noel giving you a monster noogie that pretty much killed my brain cells as attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon, Emm tried to break up the "loving" people and suggested: Oy, want me to sit in the middle of you two so you can control yourself? Make it easier? Whereupon, the "gayness" stopped. Momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... the lurvely part. Where the complications come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, being the lovely artist Emm is, she decided to design a tattoo on Noel's hand. Which was a dragon. So whilst busily drawing on his hand, she had to hold it right? Ahh... see, that's where all the trouble begins. See, when Emma was doing this holding and drawing Noel's hand thingy; it was done behind a stack of books. And Jer was watching from the sidelines. And of course, from the side, behind a stack of books, it looked like Emm and Noel were &lt;em&gt;holding hands &lt;/em&gt;very &lt;em&gt;intently &lt;/em&gt;although Emm was just drawing. And of course, Jer got "hurt". Right after I went: Ouch, Jer, rejected! Look at Emm! She's... Enough said. ;) And of course, Jer "demanded" an explanation and roughly pushed Noel; almost making Emm screw up the dragon on Noel's hand. And of course, the fight lasted into... gawd knows when. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course, Jer "cheated" on Noel. Haha. See, he was eating an apple. And I pissed him off so much that he started grabbing my head and hand and started shoving the apple into my mouth. Forcing me to eat it. He did this several times; making me scream like hell as he tugged on my arm, twisting it around to make me eat the apple. And Van, being the evil little being she was, tried to complicate things when Noel arrived on the scene. She said: Ouch, Noel, look at Jer and Siaw. He's trying to feed her. Upon which, Noel screamed: JEREMY! HOW COULD YOU?! and started coming around. Upon which I ran to where Van was and started laughing until I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the two idiots rofl ran out of class, screaming obscenities at each other such as: How could you betray me? WHAT THE HELL? and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, ends the "gay" story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, see you lot. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115986909148657134?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115986909148657134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115986909148657134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115986909148657134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115986909148657134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115963016347445574</id><published>2006-09-30T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T08:29:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>I'm putting myself in total humiliation here but well it's pretty funny now I come to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the Timberland Hospital for a visit...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (walks around the hospital and comes upon the place for the babies)&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Ehhh, let's look at the babies.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay. (both start peering at the babies through the glass)&lt;br /&gt;Then nurse comes over. Friend runs away and didn't tell me! Bah...&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: (starts mouthing something from the other side of window)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? (waves frantically with hands) Can't hear you?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: (starts mouthing something again, very serious look on face)&lt;br /&gt;Me: EH?! (cups hand over ear)&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: (almost shouting I think) IS THIS YOUR BABY?! (looks seriously at me) IS THIS YOURS?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (gape) (continue gaping then...) WHAT?!!!! NOOOOO!! OH MY GAWD ARE YOU... EWWWWWWW... (gape gape)&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Not yours?&lt;br /&gt;Me: HELL NO!!! (runs away)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking) Wth is wrong with that nurse? Do I look like someone who just bersalin?! For heaven's sakes, that baby was born like (I saw the chart) ON TODAY JUST A FEW HOURS AGO! If I WERE the mum, hello? Do you think I'd be so healthy already? Walking around the hospital not pale and haggard and everything? AND HELLO! I"M WEARING BLOUSE AND JEANS!! Ring a bell?! Hello! If I were the (eww ewww eww) mum, I would be in a maternity hospital gown right?! Gawdddddd what a stupid nurse. She should get fired. AND SHE MUST BE EXTREMELY BLIND BECAUSE UNLESS I'M WRONG, THE BABY WAS AN INDIAN! HE (or is it she) HAS  AN INDIAN NAME WRITTEN ON THE CHART!! Gawddddd...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Haha... your baby...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (exceedingly pissed) Oh shuddup... (scowls at stupid blind nurse)&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: (scowls back) If this isn't your baby, you can't see! (scowls and then shuts curtain)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (gape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and can someone please figure this out for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress code for musicians on Sunday morning:&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Long pants, Long sleeved shirts and tie&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Blouse (no sleeveless) Skirt (not ABOVE the knee) or long pants (3/4 or 2 and a 1/2 pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is 2 and a half pants?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has gone mad. Exceedingly mad. Phooeyyy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115963016347445574?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115963016347445574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115963016347445574&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115963016347445574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115963016347445574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115936721864272662</id><published>2006-09-27T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:40:50.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a good scan job?</title><content type='html'>Lol! Need to show this. Here's my Keira Knightley pic before. Done horrendously by &lt;em&gt;ahem*cough*..me..*cough*&lt;/em&gt; See all the hideous marks and smudges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/1600/Keira_Knightley_by_tw1light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/320/Keira_Knightley_by_tw1light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the reborned version thanks to ANN!! YIPEE!! You can see the HUGE difference between an imcompetent scanner *ahem* me *ahem* and a WONDERFUL one.. BELLE!! Thanks again if you're reading this. Say goodbye to stupid little smudges!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/1600/kierra_emmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/320/kierra_emmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Looking at mine then the revised version makes me want to hide!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115936721864272662?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115936721864272662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115936721864272662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115936721864272662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115936721864272662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-makes-good-scan-job.html' title='What makes a good scan job?'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115936158819158603</id><published>2006-09-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T05:53:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I blogged. And since it's been about a week since Mock ended (gosh, where did that one week go?! It only feels like it's been days!) and I know I have to start studying again soon (groans) I thought I should just you know, plonk all the jokes I still remember into this blog. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is to cheer any of you down, up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some jokes I have left out from Miri. I just realized that in Miri, I called up the hotel reception the most I think. And they must have been pretty annoyed with us and relieved when I finally left. :) Let's present the exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (calling room reception) Hello, Room Service?&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: (can detect whose room calling and they call out the room leader's name which is me) Good day, Miss Wong, how can we be of service?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm, I seem to be missing bedsheets here.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: (pauses) Bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, there doesn't seem to be any on any of our beds. Did housekeeping take them away and forget to put them back?&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Not to our knowledge, Miss Wong, have you checked everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (exasperated) Yes I have. That's why I decided to check with you.&lt;br /&gt;Kim and Tan: (grumbles in background) Aiyah, where's our blankets...&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Are you sure, Miss Wong? It's usually stowed in the compartment beneath the TV.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (frustrated, grabbing phone and stomping towards drawer under TV) I've checked there already. There is no... (yanks open cabinet door) Stinking... Oops.&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Hello, Miss Wong?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (small voice) Ehehehehe (sheepish) It's here. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: (guys tries to hide chuckle I THINK) No problem Miss Wong. Glad to be of service. Good day to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B...&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (calling Room service) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: (thinks it's me calling coz honestly, they only know my name since I'm the leader...) Hello, Miss Wong.&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (screeching) I"M NOT MISS WONG! I"M MISS YII! GEEZ!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (somewhere around) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit C...&lt;br /&gt;Van, Jas and Sal lock themselves out of their room with ALL three room keys inside their room. Yes, they were that careless lol...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (calling room service) Hello, Room Service?&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Hello, Miss Wong. Good day to you. How can we be of service?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... really sorry, but I need to ask a favour. For my friends in Room 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: And what might that be?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You see, umm, they got locked out of their room.&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: (slowly) Let me get this Miss Wong, they &lt;em&gt;locked &lt;/em&gt;themselves out of their room.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Even though we gave &lt;em&gt;three &lt;/em&gt;room keys to them.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. They left it in their rooms accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit D...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (calling room service) Hello, Room Service?&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Hello, Miss Wong. Good day to you. How can we be of service? (I bet they must really hate me by this time... :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I need ice.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Pardon, Miss Wong? Did I hear you say &lt;em&gt;ice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. Ice.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: And what (pause) &lt;em&gt;ice &lt;/em&gt;do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just plain ordinary ice will do.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: In a cup Miss Wong?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no. Umm... send it in a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: (repeats slowly) A &lt;em&gt;bucket &lt;/em&gt;Miss Wong?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah. A bucket of ice will do JUST fine.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: Okay... let me repeat. A bucket of ice.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah! Wait wait, send up... &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;buckets of ice.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: (repeat even more slowly) &lt;em&gt;Two &lt;/em&gt;buckets of ice?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, that's right. And can you make it quick? (Jasmine starts complaining she needs ice NOW to reduce swelling of foot)&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: So that's &lt;em&gt;two buckets of ice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel: (hides laugh) Okay, we'd be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Whatever la. Hotel people must be thinking I'm extremely weird. But I don't exactly care. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... some jokes recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During assembly, when the kids asked us to stand up and dance...&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Voon: (plants herself right in front of us) DON"T YOU DARE!&lt;br /&gt;Form 5: BOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: I wanna dance!&lt;br /&gt;Tan: I wanna stand up!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I wanna have fun!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: I wanna clap!&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (sheepishly whines) I WANNA PEE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chem lesson...&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: You know ah Cikgu, your Chem paper so hard le! I study till 1 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;Kok: I study until 3 ah!&lt;br /&gt;Lun: I didn't sleep ah!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that happened quite long ago... in the canteen...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Ak! Siaw! YOU GET BACK HERE!&lt;br /&gt;Both of us start running with Noel chasing after us. Past the steps of the canteen then...&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Eh, where did that idiot go?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Both turn around.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: He's... gone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But he was just chasing after us... just now?&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Eh, what happened ah...&lt;br /&gt;Both walk back to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Noel on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What happened to you?!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (points as broken shoe) I tripped over my own foor and fell. And broke my own shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (wails) My mum is gonna kill me!&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Oh my God how can you be so stupid and trip over your own foot?!&lt;br /&gt;Start laughing like wanna die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing about Noel... lol...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (keeps jumping) Almost there! I almost can reach it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (annoyed) Woooyyy, stop la.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Almost...&lt;br /&gt;Emm: STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Almost...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gahhhh (stomps off)&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later, see Noel in shorts, so go over...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, how come you change to shorts? What happened to your pants?&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Oh. I split them while jumping.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Emm: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Emm: OH MY GAWD HOW STUPID CAN YOU GET?!&lt;br /&gt;Both start hooting with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (to Al and me) Eh, what do you see when you look at me? A doctor? An engineer? A lawyer? An architect? What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Al: Uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinks of smth and start snorting)&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (snaps) WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (narrows eyes) WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I see a Squirrel that's all. (starts laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Al: HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, during exam... (Jas should love this one)...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (eating fries) Eh, you know Jas...&lt;br /&gt;Someone walks past me and smashes right into my hand holding fries.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (think it's a classmate so raise my fist like want to hit already) WOY!!! WATCH WHERE YOU"RE ...&lt;br /&gt;Person turns.&lt;br /&gt;It's Mr Mong.&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU'RE... (he looks at me) Ehhh... (stupidly looks at raised hand and lowers it) Hi Cikgu...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mong: (looks at me puzzled then walks on)&lt;br /&gt;Jas: (laugh like what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, I accidentally spread a curse...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Khang! Did you take my Sejarah F5 book?!&lt;br /&gt;Khang: No le... (check locker) Oh wait, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Right after that...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: OYYY!! DID YOU TAKE MY SEJARAH BOOK?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No... why would I?&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Oh crude. I lost my Sej book! You cursed me I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What... you yourself borrow my book and didn't return me wad...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: What happened Khang?&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Did you take my book?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: No...&lt;br /&gt;One day later...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Eh sorry Khang, I took your book.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: ( grabs book back) Yes, I have my book back. (pats books lovingly) I will never let you out of my sight again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right... Love story between a human and a book. How... interestingly... weird.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Okay, now I study sejarah... wait a minute, where's my Form 5 SEjarah book?!&lt;br /&gt;Khang: HA YOU SEE! (points at me dramatically) SIAW HUI CURSE YOU WAN!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT YOU CRAZY BOY!&lt;br /&gt;Khang: You lost your book. Then you found it through me. Then I lost my book and I found it through Noel. Now Noel lost his book. YOU CURSE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shuddup! (thwack his head with Sej book)&lt;br /&gt;Noel: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day Khang got his class monitor cert...&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAH! I CAN BULLY YOU LIAO! YOU NO MORE CLASS MONITOR! YOU GOT FIRED!!&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On seeing Khang's name on the white board, under absentees though he's not absent...&lt;br /&gt;Linus: Oh. Khang Wee Wee is absent?&lt;br /&gt;Class: What?&lt;br /&gt;Khang: EH?&lt;br /&gt;Linus: (muses) Or is it Khang Khang Wee.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cikgu either way it sounds... wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff: (to Van) Here, grapey!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (heard it as: Here baby!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tiff, why on EARTH are you calling Van baby?!&lt;br /&gt;Tiff: I said grapey you deaf person!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sjane tried doing a Shallet (combination of Ballet and Shuffle)...&lt;br /&gt;Sjane: (starts doing it)&lt;br /&gt;Cel walks past behind her.&lt;br /&gt;Sjane: (smashes right into Cel and kicks Cel's leg)&lt;br /&gt;Cel: OWWWWW!! SJANNEE!!&lt;br /&gt;Van: That was graceful. (snorts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Emm's wonderful moral Essay...&lt;br /&gt;Essay: Mereka harus mengamalkan nilai kasih sayang. Then you place the cookies on the tray.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then this Moral question that Emm answered.&lt;br /&gt;Question: Apakah cara-cara anda boleh lakukan untuk memupuk perpaduan kaum? (or smth like that)&lt;br /&gt;Elane's answer: (which Emm copied) Saya akan berkawan dengan mereka daripada kaum yang lain...&lt;br /&gt;Emm's copied answer: Saya akan &lt;em&gt;berkahwin &lt;/em&gt;dengan mereka daripada kaum yang lain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When copying some thing about Chem down...&lt;br /&gt;Original answer: It has a sweet smell.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It has a sweet small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I think I better log off now. I'm supposed to find the chords for "You Raise Me Up." Don't ask why. No seriously, don't. GAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Í'm keeping myself in check... lest I fall again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115936158819158603?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115936158819158603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115936158819158603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115936158819158603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115936158819158603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115911367052227883</id><published>2006-09-24T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:40:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoohooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>YAY!YAY!YAY!YAY!YAY! Yay!!!!! I'm done. Whohooooooooooooo.......yay!!! First time I did a pic carefully so fast. Yay!! So happy. I was right. A little over 2 hrs. About 2 hours 10 minutes i think. Ok, with that said, I'm gonna go sleep now. Whoohhoooooo!!!!! Sweet dreams people!! YAY!!!XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115911367052227883?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115911367052227883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115911367052227883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115911367052227883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115911367052227883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/whoohooooooooooo.html' title='Whoohooooooooooo'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115911022090772460</id><published>2006-09-24T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T08:03:41.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day today....ugh</title><content type='html'>For once last night I actually went to bed early by my standards...11.30. But I actually read quite a while before I slept so I don't really know what time I fell asleep. But that's not the point. Woke up in a bad mood at 7! Forced up more like it. I don't get it. Why do I have to wake up so early when my tuition was at 9 for goodness sake!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had something to look forward to today...I was finally going to techno-graphics. For ages I've been saying I need to go, I have to go, I want to go bla bla bla...And finally I get there feeling so happy I was finally going to go to the art shop and what do I find? The bloody store was closed!! Why?! Damn it! Guess what? The one Sunday I get to go the sign said 'open Monday to Saturday. Closed on Sunday' So annoying. But no matter, when I got home I looked for something to draw...anything to make myself feel better. Here's what I'm trying to draw. Jlo btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/1600/jlo-1369305300341be59cf35_160_205_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/320/jlo-1369305300341be59cf35_160_205_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Took an hour for the face and I'm finishing the hair right now. Should finish in a little over an hour which is much faster than I expected. Can't wait to get it done...If you want to see it go to my deviantart account. www.tw1light.deviantart.com.No, I'm not trying to promote myself. Just lazy to put it here because I haven't scanned it and don't want to have to put it up twice. It should be up by tomorrow. While you're there, check out the other-few-Lodgians who are fellow deviants. Like Belle, the second witch in oz(oops, forgot her name...ack), and a few other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had a study group tonight and it was SOO much fun. Laughed a lot. I'm very grateful that I have such great friends. Spending A few hours tonight has made me much happier. Thank you guys.One of the things I'll remember will be Jer serenading Noel(yup, no typo here) to Jesse McCartney's "Right Where You Want Me". If you haven't heard it, shame on you. It's a nice song so go download it or something. Wait, first Jer serenaded Siaw with this hilarious expression on his face. Lol....Get him to do it again-if he will- if you really want to know how funny it really was... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had mcD for dinner and the operator forgot my order. They remembered the five burgers but they forgot my foldover. Sheesh. And Al made them rep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eat the order twice. In the end the poor delivery man had to come again. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of the reasons why I'm blogging now is because of my guilt. I said something very mean about Hingus and I feel terrible now. Al probably knows what I'm talking about if the rest didn't. Argh. I went too far and he's never done anything really mean to me. So even though you don't read our blog....I'm sorry. Really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sigh....That's not enough to lift the guilt but I hope it'll go away soon. This weekend feels so weird. I'm so emotional most the time and feel like breaking down. Hate this. Yesterday I was snappy to Squirrel in the morning. Sorry k? Didn't mean it. Just ignore me next time I'm grumpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With that said, I'm going to return to my drawing now. Good night guys. Sweet dreams....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115911022090772460?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115911022090772460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115911022090772460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115911022090772460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115911022090772460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-day-todayugh.html' title='my day today....ugh'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115892571667857868</id><published>2006-09-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T04:48:36.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's just one word for it</title><content type='html'>ALISON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault. It's all your fault. You and Emm... well more so you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT ME ADDICTED TO THE QUEEN OF GLASS! Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah... not I can't stand not reading the bloody thing. It's 70 chaps long and I'm only on the 20th! Do you know how many more chaps are they?! WOYYYYYY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's damn nice. Oh gawd, it's like Crap, I wish that was made into a book. It's nice sooo nice. *hugs self with joy* And it's quite funny too! Heeheeeheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay love-sick-with-story fool talking to her. Pardon me. But it's been a really really long time (since Where Rainbows End which was like ehhh in June?!) since I found an incredibly good story that makes me feel high and like a drug addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, once you find a story that can do that to me. And of course Alison. And Emm... though I do not know whether they feel as high as me, then yeah the story is good. :) 5000 over reviews bohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad thing is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALISON! THE STORY HASN'T ENDED! *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was so anxious to find out whether the writer has finished writing the story that I sneaked to the VERY last chapter and scrolled (at least I didn't see the front part right HAH!) and read the very very very last line. And what I saw that WAS DEFINITELY NOT AN ENDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whines* *whines* *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woyyyy ALLL! It's all your fault! Make me get addicted and now the story has no ending! WOYYY!! The author updated last month! EEEEEEEE geramnya.. even if I hadn't reached the ending yet but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALISONNNNN!! Dammiitttttt I'm addicted like anything and now the story has no end! *whines* *whines* *whines* Oh wait, you're the one who's going to reach the "ending" first anyway so HAHAHAHA!! I still have the marvellous entertainment of reading about 50 more chaps before I finally reach dead end. Hopefully by that time, the author updates already. Bahhhhhhhhhhhh I've never been more addicted to a story... (besides Where Rainbows End, The Three Fates... ehh some books including Harry Potter ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, for all of you out there who simply love stories (eh this one is laced with humor, can call it action I guess and of course romance) you should check it out. Oh and of course, you face the problem of getting addicted like ANYTHING and it's a FULL 75 chapters kay? And oh, like previously mentioned, it's not yet finished so you feel like you'd be cheated I guess. Dunno, me not yet reach ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so (gawd, this is sounding like a promotion but oh well the story is good enough for it since it got 5000 plus reviews) if you guys are interested in a good fiction story, check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen of Glass at &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com"&gt;www.fictionpress.com&lt;/a&gt; Just click Search and type the name of it. There's only one story by that name. And it's DAMN good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm a reading geek all right. Wouldn't be surprised if my glasses degree go up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah to hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me going off to read again. Nightie bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115892571667857868?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115892571667857868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115892571667857868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115892571667857868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115892571667857868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-just-one-word-for-it.html' title='There&apos;s just one word for it'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115876082456020453</id><published>2006-09-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T07:00:24.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Okay let's just skip to the part where Bio Paper 3 ends. Don't want to remind myself of Bio Exam. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, I think everyone thought that all the Form 5s went nuts. I mean we were all like: WHOO WHOO!! and Noel was screaming: MOCK"S OVER!! so loud that everyone turned and stared lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to celebrate the euphoria, we decided to go have a day in town. Haha. The gang's tradition. Must continue mah. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial meeting place was Room 205. We stuck at that. The initial meeting time was 3.30. Which in the end turned up, way later then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the stupid idiotic girl I am, I had a hard time finding Room 205. But finally did. When I walked in, found Aidan and Noel only. The rest were *poof* not there. Hmmph. And Emm, Al and Cher kept saying meet at 330 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher finally couldn't make it coz no transport. Awww... Umm Van joined last minute. Emm went shopping with her mum in the beginning and then we all met back in Room 205 in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of dirty jokes being made while we were eating our "lunch" at about 4 in the afternoon lol. Aidan, Noel and Al, let's make one thing clear. Make sure those jokes don't get around. Too dirty. Could pollute more innocent minds. Like how Al did to me. HEEHEE. Ok not entirely your fault dear, it's Van's fault too. Her and the "nuts". HAHA. Boneless part. Good one Al. *cough* Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan was to catch movie (DOA : Dead or Alive) at 5 at Star. In the end, coz our food came late (and we were busy sorting out our bill which amounted to 100 plus dollars lol! hey there were like 8 of us there including Chin Boon and Pauline, we managed to leave Room 205 really late. And no matter how fast we walked, couldn't reach Star in time. So we decided to drop by Riverside. Al went back. So did Aidan. Only left me, Van, Emm and Noel. Chin Boon and Pauline stayed on at Room 205.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up walking around for about one hour and a half. First stop: TIMES BOOKSTORE! Gawd, I think into fifteen minutes of us being in the bookshop, the people in there were sooooo annoyed with us that they almost wanted to kick us out! We stayed for one hour though! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, we went gallivanting around looking at almost every book. Then I discovered this really interesting book by the name of "Jane Austen's Guide to Romance" or smth like that. And inside there was this quiz FOR GIRLS to like find out which Jane Austen character are they like most. And some ppl *cough* being the pathetic ppl they are, took the quiz even though it was meant for GIRLS! *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one question in there that I found particularly amusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: If you were to dump a guy, what would your reason be?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the answers... but this answer stuck out...&lt;br /&gt;Choice g) You dump him coz he has a tiny penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all saw that we all burst out laughing. Then out of interests sakes, we flipped to the back to the answer page and the score marks and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That was a trick question. I know most of you girls chose choice g. But it's a trick question so try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. The score was quite funny. HAHA!! Noel and Van got Mary from Pride and Prejudice. The description was smth like that you're bitchy and hard to get along with and hard to cope with haha! Me and Emm got Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice. When Noel was reading out my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel: You're witty (start coughing very badly) outgoing (HAH!) and straightforward. (pause then: Yeah okay fine that one's true) Most compatible with guys like Darcy (start laughing like want to die...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's laughing, you're supposed to be "bitchy" Hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't enough to piss people off... we decided to go even more beserk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van: (walking around bookshop suddenly spots something) OOOHHH!! BARBIE BOOKS!! (zooms off)&lt;br /&gt;Me, Emm and Noel: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, let's just say we all ended up reading Barbie books, Spongebob books, Batman books and X men books very avidly. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the sport shop next door. We decided to ditch Noel and run away. We nearly succeeded until while running away, I took the wrong turn and had to run back the right way to where Emm and Van were. In doing so, he caught us so whatever la... Gar. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at the toy section, hugging soft toys and playing with little mechanical hands that can grab things... so of course, being the perverted ppl we are... I shall no longer say anything. But anyway, somehow the topic turned to laksa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Next time when we go down to Melb, we shall cook one big pot of laksa!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: YA! LAST TIME MY AUNT COOK... (he told us this story like ten times already...)&lt;br /&gt;Emm and Van: WE KNOW WE KNOW! YOU TOLD US HOW MANY TIMES ALREADY?!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (pretends to sob) I'm hurt...&lt;br /&gt;Emm: (grabs the little grabbing hand thing and pats Noel's back with it) There there.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Star Cinema in the end to catch the DOA at 7. Wound up buying the tickets and milling around. While milling around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wanting to call Noel) NOEL!&lt;br /&gt;Noel continues to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Noel!&lt;br /&gt;Still walking.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (frustrated) SSQQQUIIIRREELLLL!!! OYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turns to look at me, thinking I'm nuts. Noel turns: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Lady walking behind me: Why is she calling the guy that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wants to faint due to embarassment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me not to call ppl by their rodent names next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was quite all right. But it was kind of short. And there are a bit too... ahem dirty parts. Ewwwieeee. Whatever. But other than that ok lah. Quite predictable. Some parts dont make no sense. But whatever it is, you've got to love the Texan girl right Van? She's the best among them all. haha. Damn funny la. Go watch the movie and you'd get it. Only thing I didn't like about the movie were all the so called "steamy" parts and the part where there's no character depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I almost got dragged into a karaoke booth by the trio. But fortunately didn't go. Finally went home. Really was a really great evening with the lot of them. Should do more stuff like that next time. We laughed so much that I can barely remember all the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, though I remember this joke from a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Van, next time I might want to be a cardiologist.&lt;br /&gt;Van: (her dad is a cardio) Issit? GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Van: Good, can you marry one of my brothers?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Van: You know coz my dad wants one of us to take over his business and since they're not going to take over, you marry them and take over la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (splutters) WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Van: You can choose bah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: VAN! THEY"RE EITHER TOO OLD OR TOOO... YOUNG!!&lt;br /&gt;Van: Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny la her. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for sleepie bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115876082456020453?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115876082456020453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115876082456020453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115876082456020453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115876082456020453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115876584029002045</id><published>2006-09-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:24:00.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>Guys, had a lot of fun today. Thanks! :D Let's go out again soon, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are the pics that are long due. Lol, Al made me put them up by today so here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are missing though, don't know where they are so sorry! Ok, let me introduce them to all of you first. Here's a group photo. Sorry it's so dark...^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/1600/CIMG5900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/320/CIMG5900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left-right: Al(doy), Lili, Duncan, Noel aka Squirrel, Noel (yup), Martha and Emm(moi)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At mcD....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/1600/CIMG5889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6320/1153/320/CIMG5889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi, Lili n Al&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oy, Al, stupid blog thingy is taking so long to upload so i'll just put these two up first, k? And I really need to throw the cake away. I think better not eat it anymore. Later get food poisoning. So I throw away k?....better ask u again tommorow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115876584029002045?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115876584029002045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115876584029002045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115876584029002045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115876584029002045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115849338355773513</id><published>2006-09-17T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T04:43:03.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word of advice</title><content type='html'>Since all those reading this blog are probably ppl I know about and care about, here's a little word of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever think of saying something or doing something that might jeopardize your friendship, as in big time (but not betraying duh)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON"T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd spend the rest of your miserable nights regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why you should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm living through those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115849338355773513?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115849338355773513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115849338355773513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115849338355773513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115849338355773513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/word-of-advice.html' title='A word of advice'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115830140884329137</id><published>2006-09-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:23:28.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what kind of jewel are you?....God, I sound like an ad. Still CAN'T access the bloody page!!!! SOB! WHYY??? This is what I've been reduced to. I want to read!!! WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10" border="0"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=628"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#505a84;"&gt;What kind of jewel are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#505a84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diamond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your beauty is both breathtaking and stunning. Your friends could see you everyday and still be enchanted. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=628"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz628outcome1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=628"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=11735"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT MOVIE ARE YOU ?? (4 GIRLS)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/11735/res6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate and Leopold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're romantic, and funny. Your a little bit of every time period, making yourself interesting, who said you were limited just to the 21st century??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.And this one for CHOCOLATE LOVERS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#a67c51;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c69c6d"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/milk-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on. Take the quiz and I'll see ya around. Tata. I better be able to read it now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115830140884329137?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115830140884329137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115830140884329137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115830140884329137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115830140884329137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever....'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115830037465815484</id><published>2006-09-15T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:24:02.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test...</title><content type='html'>Decided that I've stayed away long enough. PLUS, ugh, stupid server won't lemme read Queen of Glass!! Why WHY??????? I can go anywhere else but there. SO ANNOYING! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was surfing the net and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go take the test if you're interested! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115830037465815484?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115830037465815484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115830037465815484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115830037465815484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115830037465815484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/test.html' title='test...'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115824472468547815</id><published>2006-09-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:38:44.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of tributes</title><content type='html'>Wow. Haven't blogged in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, just for interest's sakes, I shall state my reaction to today's Mock Sejarah paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (flipping through paper) Where's World War 2? (flip) Where's Germany? (breathing harder) Italy? (even more panicking) Sistem Ahli? (flip even more insistently) Rentap? (flip flip flfp) ANYTHING THAT WAS TIPPED? (flip to end of paper) (start screaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that's out of my system... we shall now proceed to something that follows Van's style of blogging (you pioneered a good way of blogging about friends and letting them guess heehee!) so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special something for all of you guys who've made me who I am today (besides my family like doid!). In no particular order (so don't come bonking me in the head) and of course, boys and girls alike :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) The first time I saw you, your hair was tied the same way as mine! Over the years, we sort of lost touch with each other. I still remember how we used to quarrel about stupid things. Once, the arguments were extremely frequent but we always apologized in the next few minutes. Except for once, where I actually called you because I couldn't bear not talking to you anymore! What you've done to me... is that you've made me realize that people from the wrong side of the tracks like you and me can actually meet and become friends that last. Though we're worlds apart, we still somehow find something we can relate to. You're a very trustworthy person; I trust you with all the secrets I have and I know that you'd never reveal them to anyone for that matter. You're an extremely nice person to be with at all times because of your pleasant character. You're the one that I trust the most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) The first time I saw you, you never really made an impact on me. Over the years, you still remained the distant shadow in my life, always there and yet never intruding into my life personally. You were like the observer on the fence, hanging with your friends and never mingling with mine. The first impression you ever made on me was when you comforted your friend who was crying so bad and that was when I realized: "You've got a heart that's caring." You used to bully me about everything under the sun including my involvement in Sports Day. Because of that bullying, I used to resent you for your sometimes cutting remarks. But in time, I learn that you're actually a very friendly person, one who cares about friendship and is passionate about what you believe in. What you've done to me... is to teach me skills in many areas I never knew how to. You taught me how to lead and how to work things to my advantage. You've also taught me the extreme importance of family and how I should cherish them. You're the one that prevents me from falling due to my anger and frustration at things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) The first time I saw you, I extended my hand and said shyly, Hi my name's Siaw Hui. Over the years, we first became fast friends. Then we faded away. You found your new "entourage" and I found mine. You were the more popular one and I was the one who stayed in the shadows, working hard and never being really noticed. We fought a lot in our past over stupid silly things, we called each other horrid names because we misunderstood each other. But somehow, we managed to get back together again and we've been tight ever since. What you've done to me... is to show me how mature you are in your thinking. You are wiser beyond our years and your wisdom has taught me how to look at things in different lights, comparing them and then taking the best to my advantage. You've taught me how to analyze situations like a pro and to take the best choice of action. You're the one who understands me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) The first time I saw you, I taught: Oh you look scary. Over the years, I realized that my first impression was wrong. You weren't scary at all. You were quiet despite your "overpowering" looks and we never got off to a hell-of-a-ride start. Out of all my friendships, yours and mine started quite late in our school years. Nevertheless, you've done a lot of work in my life and I really appreciate it. I used to think that we were extremely different, but when I got to know you, I realized that we actually have quite a lot in common... though we enjoy bickering over the silliest things at time. What you've done to me... is to show me that I can just be me and not pretend to be someone else just to have someone like me. You manage to make me feel comfortable everytime we hang out and you bring joy to my day since you're easy to poke fun at! You put a very high price on friendship and through you, I realize that friends can have a relationship that will last forever. You're the one who advises me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) The first time I saw you, I thought: You're weird. Over the years, I realized that my first impression wasn't far from wrong. But I realized that underneath all that "weirdness" is a heart of gold. You care a lot for others that care for you and though sometimes, you grdugingly don't want to show it, I know that you do care for your friends. You often don't want to act mushy to the extent that you always shrug off hugs and so on, but deep inside, we can all see that you actually feel the same way about those who give you those hugs. What you've done to me... is to show me how to laugh at myself because you can laugh at yourself. You've taught me how to take life easy and to stop taking everything so seriously. You have also taught me how to analyze situations and to take decisions that are based on a good deal of logic and heart at the same time. You're the one who forces me to think before I act for my own good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) The first time I saw you, I thought you were shy. Over the years, you slowly proved to me that you were not. You could be bold and loud when you wanted to. You could make your opinions heard loud and clear when you wanted to show the world what you're made of. You could be brash even! Among all my friends, I sometimes feel that your character resembles me the best. We are alike in many ways actually. I've always felt very comfortable around you and feel it easy to relate to you and to share things with you. You've always been there for me, telling me what to do and not what to do. And though you always say that you sometimes you might not have the best advice, I know that you sometimes do. What you've done to me... is to show me that life is more to academics by being carefree about yours. You've shown me how to be boyish tough like and not be intimidated by it because that's the way I am. You've also shown me how to live on the wild side... you were the first to teach me how to dance fast dances haha! You're the one who feels a lot and yet holds it back inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) When I first saw you, you looked so lost and afraid in a way. Over the years, we lost touch and we drifted apart. You are also one of my friends who I got to know later in my school life. But I do not regret it. Better late than never. I used to think you were a shallow person but I stand corrected. You are far from that. You are mature in your thinking and you are able to think beyond what I'd be able to conjure up. Like 1) both of us are from the wrong side of the tracks and yet we end up being good pals. I will really miss those sessions we used to have, while mooning around your desk or mine, sharing things on a quiet evening in school when we're supposed to be studying! What you've done to me... is to show me that the carefree attitude works a lot for you. And it should work for me, once I get to destress. You've also taught me a lot about making witty humor and jokes too. You've shown me that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover through yourself. You changed my stereo type thinking of you and others. You're the one who I enjoy talking to the most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) When I first saw you, I thought, Oh no, you're scary. Over the years, I was clearly proven wrong over and over again. You were not scary at all. Instead, you were friendly. Nice. Caring. Understanding. You offer your advice in your quiet and gentle way though you can often be rough when I just don't want to listen. Among the others, you are the one who can bug me for hours on end and finally get an answer in the end. Damn you're good. ;) What you've done to me is to be very thoughtful of others and always try to resolve things without going through World War 3. You like finding out things from different povs before making a decision. You keep calm and cool... better then me when the situation becomes heated. You're the one who gives the best hugs when life gets too dreary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you lot. I'm gonna miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115824472468547815?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115824472468547815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115824472468547815&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115824472468547815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115824472468547815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-tributes.html' title='Of tributes'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115693238815409433</id><published>2006-08-30T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T03:06:28.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of being random</title><content type='html'>I am going to be random. But when Siaw Hui gets random, she doesn't blog like Van mind you, going: the poor dog had none or explode goes the weasel! Lol. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first off... eh, let me think of smth to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*split second later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes a really short list of:&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU DO WHEN YOU"RE SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING SEJARAH (from top to bottom in order of how many times I do it lol)&lt;br /&gt;1) Glance at the watch/clock every 5 minutes so you won't be able to miss your next break time ;)&lt;br /&gt;2) Flip through to the end of the Sej chap and count how many more pages you have left EVERY time you finish a page.&lt;br /&gt;3) Leave the room after every half hour or hour to play the same songs over and over again on the piano that you DO NOT touch unless Sej comes around.&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to the bathroom to ease my bladder. Sorry la, bladder full bah.&lt;br /&gt;5) Go to the bathroom to dampen hair so that it doesn't fall on face.&lt;br /&gt;6) Go to the bathroom to splash water on drowsy face.&lt;br /&gt;7) Check handphone frequently for incoming smses or miss calls so that there is a reason to go bother oth ppl since you're dying of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;8) Glare at your Sej book and wish that a certain religion needn't have become the national religion. (Sorry if that offended anyone but seriously, the stuff we learn is too deep!!)&lt;br /&gt;9) Glare at your Sej book and wish your country's history wasn't a nightmare (but then again our country is STILL a nightmare!)&lt;br /&gt;10) Glare at your Sej book and wish that the day when you can finally burn it will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what else? Oh, today was Merdeka Celebration Assembly. I was with the stage crew. The crew is made up of two girls and four boys bleh! Me and Van, only girls. Noel, Sat, Kok and Aidan boys. :P So anyway, Kok, Aidan and Sat were in charge of the left hand side of the stage (from audience's pov) and Noel,Van and me in charge of oth side. However, in the end, Sat abandoned Kok and Aidan and joined our sides coz we rock! No la... it's coz Sat had to adjust the microphone level (since the rest of us gundus didn't know how to) and the adjustment had to be done on my side of the stage. Kok took care of the oth side of stage. Me take care of mine. Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our original plan:&lt;br /&gt;1.30 - Get ready stage.&lt;br /&gt;1.50 - When presentation starts, stay back stage and study Sej quietly with occasional appearances on stage to adjust mikes and carry equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real thing:&lt;br /&gt;1.30 - Yelling begins. Ppl suddenly ask us to do things from all sides. Kok, me, Aidan, Noel, Sat, Van all confused until even have to being writing stuff down!&lt;br /&gt;From that time onwards - Adjust mikes. Adjust volume. Pull in mikes. Close curtains. Make sure everything works. Pull tables. Pull benches. Pull chairs. Listen to people make demands. Pull in stand. Pull in pulpit. Make piano work. Pull in drums. Pull in keyboard. Connect cables. Screw up mics and their stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, ALL our sej books lay in a heap, unstudied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LOVELY LET"S ALL KEEP QUIET AND STUDY PLAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... it was quite fun. What with Sat screaming himself hoarse from back stage. Van being utterly blur. Noel tried dancing back stage (tried to steal away and grab Kok's cam to take photo but unfortunately, KOK DISAPPEARED bugger the boy... and squirrel suspected smth dang...) You should have seen him dancing. And then when Van joined him it was like omg, priceless. It was a Malay joget btw... or whatever resembled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... and then... Aidan smashed into the drum sets at the beginning of the show and everyone was like SHHHHH!!! And he was like: (raise eyebrows) WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I broke the drum chair. But I fixed it back... haphazardly. Thank God the drummer guy didn't fall... ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok and Aidan were halfway tiptoeing to the stage thinking one of the presentations hadn't started when suddenly KERANAMU blared from the speakers and had them jumping backwards behind the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought the curtains couldn't work and cursed everything we saw when all the while the bloody curtain mechanism wasn't plugged in. Oh gawd. We only realized that halfway through the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel and I were talking and then some performer yelled: SHUDDUP! and then she turned around and saw the both of us gaping so she went... Sorry sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh and we saw Felicia Siaw lookalike. When she walked past me and Van we were like: silent for a while. And then suddenly at the same time, me and Van: (turn to each other) OH MY GAWD CHEM TEACHER! Lol! She looks even more like the Chem teacher than Ying! Her nose... her complexion... EVERYTHING! Gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost tripped over a mic's wire. Fortunately no one saw that. I was backing away... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's about it... Oh wait, there's a memorable quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Eh, that Eric Clapman's son jump off the cliff thinking he was Superman.&lt;br /&gt;Noel and Aidan: Oh my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Oh my gawd, did he die?!&lt;br /&gt;VERY long silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (sarcastically) No he DIDN"T. Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khang Khang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115693238815409433?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115693238815409433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115693238815409433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115693238815409433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115693238815409433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-being-random.html' title='Of being random'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115675860812774164</id><published>2006-08-28T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T02:50:08.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rodent Family</title><content type='html'>Haha. I am so dead bored that I decided to do something... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: By the end of this post, most of you will be thinking that Siaw Hui has utterly lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I am sleep deprived. Therefore, sanity deprived. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I just wanted to introduce to you the rodent family. In order of their age. ahem* Oh and we got a new member of the family too. So, yeah, welcome Van!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/guinea%20pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The oldest in the family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The guinea pig of the lot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JASMINE!!! ALL HAIL JASMINE QUEEN! *cough* guinea pig...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/mouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the mouse. A.k.a Squeak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The secoond oldest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS IS ME! SIAW HUI! HAHAHA!! I look so cute. 0-0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/ferret.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest member of the family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Second youngest... Introuducing the ferret...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VANESSA!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and that's what a ferret is btw dearie... it's quite cute. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="95" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/chipmunk.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oops. Sorry forgot Tan! She's in the middle not Van.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So... she's a chipmunk HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/squirrel.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. The baby of the family Irony though... he's the tallest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SQUIRREL!! NOEL!! HAHAHA...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep. That's all there is to this rodent family. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh... I should really get Noel to post the family's theme song sometime. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115675860812774164?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115675860812774164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115675860812774164&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115675860812774164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115675860812774164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/rodent-family.html' title='The Rodent Family'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115666989897886598</id><published>2006-08-27T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T02:11:39.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh gawd</title><content type='html'>Please someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you don't, you'd lose all chances of ever killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COZ STUDYING FOR MOCK IS DOING A PERFECTLY WUNNERFUL JOB OF KILLING ME AS OF NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115666989897886598?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115666989897886598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115666989897886598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115666989897886598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115666989897886598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-gawd.html' title='Oh gawd'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115638729147259911</id><published>2006-08-24T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:41:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking: Did I play a role in making everyone think about their career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz if I did, ehehe, sowie for making you all worry. But like I said, a blog is a place to rant. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I think I have decided what course I want to take for Trinity. It's the matter of how my parents take to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are my choices:&lt;br /&gt;1) English (like I can run from it) which consists of: Lit in English, English for Academic Purposes and Drama&lt;br /&gt;2) History of Ideas (like I have a choice)&lt;br /&gt;3) Maths 1 (still deciding whether it'd be A or B coz it was either this or Maths 2 which is Add Maths eww sorry Aidan!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Haha. The age-old question of Bio or Physics? Well see, my mum wants me to take Bio like duh. My dad wants Physics. And I want... Bio! HAHAHA. Coz I just realized I hate Electricity in Physics and that covers quite a lot next year. Whereas the Bio syllabus this time round in Trinity hardly has things to do with plants! HUAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;5) Hmm... I was thinking of doing Mass Comm just for fun. It looks interesting, right Emm? You saw it too!&lt;br /&gt;6) I was thinking of Psychology. Looks interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last two subs, I dunno how my dad is gonna take it. But when I told my mum she was like Hmm okay... See my dad is a firm believer in PURE SCIENCE. Like my bro I guess. But I guess, I'm not like REAL DAMN GOOD in Science. Coz it's like... I average in both Science and Arts subjects. I'm neither here nor there. Before you lot bomb me, I shall justify. I mean I get high marks for both Arts and Science. But I'm not the best of the best in Science like my brother, get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if you don't forget it. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be hard to explain to my Dad that if I want a bit of sanity left in me, I WANT to take an artsy subject. Instead of just Pure Science. Coz if I want to do Med, I'd be having enough of Science for the next seven eight years?! Haha. But I wouldn't mind coz it'd be what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preservation of sanity. Good excuse don't you think? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115638729147259911?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115638729147259911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115638729147259911&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115638729147259911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115638729147259911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115621589978512181</id><published>2006-08-22T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:04:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help but think: Is the world trying to burst my bubble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in of this moment? As of this moment when I'm feeling so confused?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what folks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ten years time (yes ten years time) the country is going to be overflooded with drs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, no preventing that fact now eh? WELL SINCE THE BLOODY MMA (MALAYSIAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION) AND THE GOVERNMENT AND THE PRIVATE SECTORS HAVE ALREADY RELEASED FIGURES ON HOW MANY DOCTORS TO PATIENTS RATIO ALREADY! I HAVE NO WAY OF ESCAPING THE FACT THAT MALAYSIA IS GONNA BE INUNDATED BY DOCTORS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoopeedeedee. I am SO happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the situation. Now we have a 1:3600 doctor to patient ratio. As in ten years time the figure is gonna go up by a hell lot which is 1:400 HAH! That means we'd get TOO MANY DOCTORS IN THIS FREAKING COUNTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? Like THAT"S not bad enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I can leave the country you know...it won't be too bad CONSIDERING HOW DIRTY POLICTICS ARE HERE AND THEY"RE GETTING DIRTIER BY THE SECOND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what about my mum's clinic? Yeah what about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum hopes... wait scratch that... WANTS me to take over the clinic IF I do become a doctor. But I can see the hope in her eyes when she tells me that the clinic is at the ready for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm beginning to think: Do I want to be a doctor for my mum's sakes or mine? Do I do it because I want to keep her hopes living or because of my own passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my passion lies in helping people, very sick people, helpless people. I mean oh come on (go ahead and laugh hadiddlyhaha) I cry when I see pictures of abortions. Well not the boohoo hoo cry but tears. And when I see how CERTAIN doctors in the country treat sick people who APPARENTLY ARE NOT WORTH BEING ON THEIR OPERATING TABLE COZ OF THEIR REPUTATIONS I feel so pissed that I feel like asking Al (who's bound to be a lawyer anyway) to come in a sue their pants off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see helping people doesn't need to make you a doc. You can be a social worker, a radiographer... stuff like that. So, main question is: Do I want to be a doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doc who will return to Kch and suddenly find that there's NO job at all for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the minute chance that there IS a job for her, she won't be making a hell of a living because the competition gets tougher. So for all you know, doctors in the future won't be making HELL LOTS of money anymore. I mean look at that ratio! It leapt up by like what?! Gahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the future, doctors will get sued more often. Pah. I don't wanna get dragged into court if I accidentally mistreated a patient I wanted to help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... and... If I don't get into Melb Uni for Med then I'd prob have to try Monash. If still can't I'm coming back to KL to IMU. Yeah fall back plans are foolproof aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL APPARENTLY THEY"RE NOT! WANNA KNOW WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because apparently, ALL M"SIAN MEDICAL COLLEGES ARE NOT RECOGNIZED BY ANY PART OF THE WORLD WHICH IN TURN MAKE M'SIANS THEMSELVES TO NOT TRUST AN MBBS FROM A LOCAL UNI! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then how ler? If I do graduate from KL, and if I want to do a specialist degree in let's say Spore to gain experience, I am gonna get booted out before I even set foot in their hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the fact that I haven't dared to tell my mum. Because the last time I gave her a vague idea of it she started frowning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I become a doctor, I want to work in a hospital. Not a clinic. Which means that I have about like 10% interest of taking over me mum's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being ungrateful I ain't! It's just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clinic, the machines have to be bought. Therefore, they're limited. And then you treat normal diseases like flu colds and all that. It's so... NORMAL. There's nothing thrilling. Even if sometimes you get out of the norm cases, it's too much and you have to send them to hosp or some better equipped clinic because you can't treat them because either you cannot afford to stock the specific type of drugs or coz you can't provide test results for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hospital... ahhh that's a diff ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I don't know... between hospitals and clinics, it's HOSPITAL that rings out at me more. I just don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's like a hospital is in it's own world. It's in a class of it's own. I mean yeah sure long hours. And keeping you awake 24 7 for a call that might or might not come. But the thrill is there. The excitement is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get out of the norm cases. You get to keep your brain young by diagnosing those cases. Even if my IQ for stuff like these isn't exactly wonderfully high but I mean you get to work on a case with other doctors. Brainstorm, contribute. It's so cool. And not only that, you don't need to do all those filthy accounting paperwork you do when you're privatized. You leave that to Admin and you go out there and do what A DOCTOR is supposed to do. And you get to use machines that do not cost you a cent! And you get MORE machines to use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you get to diagnose cooler cases. And you get to read more stuff to keep you in touch with the medical world so that you are kept up to date about latest diseases. So who cares that there will be longer hours? It'd be cool as it is to wake up, feel adrenaline pumping through your veins when you're dealing with something that might mean life and death. Okay, so maybe I won't want to be the head surgeon or smth but still... you're there fighting for something so hard that you will forget your sleep eventually eventhough your head is pounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, you'd have tons of doctor friends that it'd make up for the lonely environment in the clinic when you only have nurses and your patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a hospital is a world on its own! I mean have you seen hospitals in KL? Or SPore? It's like OMG. They have little gift shops. They have Coffee Bean. They have a little world on their own! You can practically live there and not complain. And most hospitals in those places are near food outlets so it's like you don't even need to go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I just realized I'm ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish my mum could see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still thinks a clinic is the best thing a doctor can get. I don't blame her. It is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to work in a hospital... it'd be wow. Interesting. Something that keeps you on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I fantasizing again? Oh gawd. I am deprived of sleep and mind thanks to Mock. And I haven't even finished my Form 4 Physics. Gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, hospitals will be better if I want to be a specialist.. the ultimate goal in my life. If I can still reach it considering all the bubbles that have burst in the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will I ever get to return to Kch to work? Where all my old time friends will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the fact that I have to tell my mum that eventhough I do Med I might not want to work in clinics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bubble goes POP! in Siaw Hui's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115621589978512181?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115621589978512181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115621589978512181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115621589978512181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115621589978512181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-help-but-think-is-world-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115617617826902211</id><published>2006-08-21T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:02:58.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I want?</title><content type='html'>Ok, reading about Siaw's worry made me worried. Damn, I wasted the whole afternoon again. No studying at all though I promised myself that I'd study today. Urgh. I was looking through my bro's pics of himself in mel and I thought, would I be there next year? Will I get accepted to Trinity? Will my mock exams results be good enough? Of course I know the duh answer to that is to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I do get accepted, what do I want to study? I think about it constantly. What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something related to art so I thought architecture and interior doesn't sound too bad. Then there's the problem of would I earn good money in architecture? Is there a good market for architects here? Wth? Damn confused. Then one time I had a talk with parents and my aunty and uncle over dinner. They were saying architecure not as good as other careers like actuary or environmental science etc. No offence but I'm not even interested in any of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's stuff to do with CG. It's so freaking cool and I only dream of being able to do what those great CG artists can do. I did think, maybe I should study that but part of me wants to try and learn on my own. And then there's the thought, will I make the right decision? Because if I'm going to do sumting for the better part of my life, it better be something I like. I'll be miserable with something I hate. Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to square one. What do I want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115617617826902211?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115617617826902211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115617617826902211&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115617617826902211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115617617826902211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-do-i-want.html' title='What do I want?'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115614222046567263</id><published>2006-08-21T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:37:00.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurgh</title><content type='html'>Oh-kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus. Here we go -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can and I will concentrate on studying for my Mock. It's only 3 more weeks... exactly 3 more weeks and I 'haven't started any real studying. I must at all costs, finish my Form 4 Physics today. I know I can do it. I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay. Second mantra of the day (or whatever you call it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely positively need to score at least a B4 for each and every science subject I am taking for my Mock. And a B4 is like what? Eh... 65? Okay I MUST do it. No more playing Siaw Hui. But for personaly glory (or whatever crap you call it) I will and MUST get an A1 for each one. You know just in case Trinity suddenly gets too many students who get great aggregates. So there's got to be an A1 for Bio, an A1 for Chem, an A1 for Physics, an A1 for Add Maths, an A1 for Maths and an A1 for Eng. Wth... we'd just throw in another A1 for EST just in case those Trinity ppl want EST in too in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Siaw Hui. An A1 for all those. No problem. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have GOT to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay... Pressure starting to mount. Wait, I can take it... still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe. Okay focus. In one months' time you are going to pick you subjects for Trinity. No more running away idiotic girl. Last time you were asked which subject you wanted, you just looked and flipped through and then went: I'd make that decision another day. Bet you you're thinking that you should have already sat down and thought about it right? Right? Because your "another day" is coming sooner than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit in English equals Macbeth. I think I can do it. Drama which involves monolouging. It can't be THAT hard can it? History of Ideas equals long boring essays on what you think about everything under the sun esp politics. Ohkay... Chemistry a must for any sci degree (which your parents will be killing for you to do anyway). Then what do we have here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flips through page*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths 1A? Maths 1B? Maths 2? Wth are these?! Since when do they have so many Maths!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so Maths 2 is Add Maths. Ya ok. Umm, no thank you!! I don't like the sound of all those weird Maths laws they're mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leaves us with Maths 1A and 1B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth is the diff anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flips again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here we go. The only diff is that you get to choose between statistics and some thingamajig apparently. But both have probs, diff and trig. Whoopeedee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... do I really need to take maths? *hopeful look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently I do. All sci degrees require Maths. At least Maths 1. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's that. English. HOI. Maths. And then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics or Bio? Physics or Bio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's exact words: You have to choose the best subjects you have in school. Because you have to score a grade point average of 98 to get into Med for Melb of Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics or Bio? Both are scoring equally in school currently. Both are faring equally in my interests... with the interest in Physics increasing to catch up with my Bio's interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do I pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics... looks relatively all right. Whatever we study is whatever they study too. Apparently. But so is Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Physics or Bio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great I don't even know how to gauge my own strengths. Maybe someone can help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell. 98 for entry into Med for Melb of Uni. And the cherry of the cake is that if I don't do Med, I don't feel like working for anything or anyone at all. So it's either Med or nth at all. Because I just can't imagine myself as anything else. But apparently, everyone has to be against me and my ambition don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the path I want to take? From Lodge to Trinity. From Trinity to Uni of Melb. From Uni of Melb to becoming a doctor. Is this truly the path I was meant to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I make... the wrong choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd. I'm starting to quote a poem. Focus Siaw Hui. Focus... you need to get some sleep now and then back to Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sera sera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will be will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know there are more things going through my mind now besides my apparent career path and everything that's heading towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something lurking deep in everyone, they say, a deep dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works for me too. Deep dark secret eh? Boy it's there all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate. Remember &lt;em&gt;Que sera sera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will be will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be too much to ask what is the "what will be" part for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115614222046567263?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115614222046567263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115614222046567263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115614222046567263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115614222046567263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurgh.html' title='Hurgh'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115608588002144364</id><published>2006-08-20T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T08:00:13.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn!</title><content type='html'>Darn it. Alison, I forgot some bits already. Need to practice soon. When again? Erm, tuesday rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( I just told my parents bout the outing and my mum was like worried at first because it's a BIG responsibility and you never know what will happen. But thankfully, (i think), we talked it over and I believe I wouldn't have to disappoint the kids. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was going to blog about how some people are so DAMN annoying this morning but never got around to it. Plus, don't feel so vexed anymore. Al, should have gone over today. Damn, I didn't know so many of you could go. Wasted my whole afternoon just lying around and feeling so miserable. Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I feel kinda lost... Don't know what I should do. Well, actually I should study considering our mock exam is nearing but just can't start. I don't even know what to start with. Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai....I'll leave it at this and go find something to do. Toodles!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115608588002144364?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115608588002144364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115608588002144364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115608588002144364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115608588002144364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/darn.html' title='Darn!'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115595907530362636</id><published>2006-08-19T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:44:35.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que sera sera</title><content type='html'>What will be will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115595907530362636?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115595907530362636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115595907530362636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115595907530362636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115595907530362636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/que-sera-sera_19.html' title='Que sera sera'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115591598777913479</id><published>2006-08-18T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:53:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and ashamed</title><content type='html'>Final person to say sorry. Girl, I'm sorry. Yeah, sorry I suspected you. There were many things that people said that made me doubt but after our convo, I did believe you and you didn' let me down. Thankfully that's all in the past liao, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on the pass btw. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sick sick sick! Hate being sick. Busy day tomorrow. Urgh. Bloody flu. Thank God the haze let up a little today. Darn, haven't asked for permission to go out on Sunday. Hmm..should do it tomorrow. Aii, anyways, dad got a new laptop. Muahahaha, hogging it now....yay!! Anyways, feel bad for no contributing to the blog for so long so here I am. Hopefully I can stay here and not lose interest.....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..what to write? oh yea, pretty excited to play with Squirrel's band tomorrow. Yay, got my interest in guitar back. And also pretty happy about the dancing. Hehehe, not so happy about my glasses. Damn, can't remember where I left them. If anyone has seen it please tell me. Miss it, plus I need it on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to bring them out. They're nice children. Very smart also. Lol. So happy that their results not bad. Proud of them. Which is why they deserve a break. Hmm..I should bring camera for that day. Can't wait to see the look of surprise on their faces. Which reminds me that I got to check out the reviews for suitable movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. MONSTER HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;2.ANT BULLY&lt;br /&gt;3.GARFIELD 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back shortly with the results. (ok, I sound so lame. Must be the medication. Plus it's getting pretty late and I'm getting cross-eyed from browsing through artwork on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;www.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;. GREAT website. Go check it out!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, here's the verdict...&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONSTER HOUSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, looks pretty good. Got the best review out of the 3. It's about 3 teens who discover that the house opposite them is alive or something and eats anything that goes near it. Then they have to unravel the mystery etc. It's in 3D but apparently there are scary images, crude humour and brief language. PG. So dunno if it's suitable for Bernard.&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANT BULLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one sounds pretty good as well but it got a lower rating. It's about this boy, Lucas who takes out his frustration of being bullied by the local bully Steve out on the ants. Then the ant wizard shrinks him to ant size and he's forced to work and learn to be more compassionate to the ants. Then in comes this pest-control guy who's planning to wipe out the whole colony. Battle ensues and as predicted, Lucas emerges as the hero etc. Nice moral behind this plus it features voice talents of Julia Roberts, Meryl Streep, and Nicolas Cage. G.&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 5.3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;GARFIELD 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never watched the first one. Ratings the worst out of the 3. Something about a case of mistaken identity and Garfield ends up ruling a castle yadda, yadda, yadda. Comment was it's ok for kids but a little slow for adults. G.&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 4.7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think should be between 1 or 2. But of course it's up to the kids. Forgot to add, read the reviews and ratings from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;www.imdb.com&lt;/a&gt; . And Al's right. The teachers that teach the kids really suck. Giving homework without actually explaining what they're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example, Bernard who's in Primary 1. He was asked to &lt;em&gt;carry out an experiment &lt;/em&gt;to make bloody leaves into bloody bookmarks then paste them in his book. And when asked if the teacher did this with them, no. What is the teacher thinking? They're only 7. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* Nywayz, sleepy now. Nites everyone. Sleep tight and sweet dreams. ZZZzzzzzzzzzzz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115591598777913479?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115591598777913479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115591598777913479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115591598777913479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115591598777913479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick-and-ashamed.html' title='sick and ashamed'/><author><name>~emm~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07554419714247447694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115571858304493844</id><published>2006-08-16T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:56:23.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a certain someone</title><content type='html'>You know who you are, so I need not mention your name here all right, girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just want to say I'm sorry. Yeah. Publicly. On a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get Siaw Hui to apologize... umm esp so publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry I yelled at you, for not being there for you. You must be thinking I'm so two faced. One time comforting you and then one more time doubting you and your claims. And I don't mind because I know that I was an idiotic friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to say this: I was angry yesterday and I was pissed at how everything turned out... which was like shit. And your comment about Noel and your deleted blog post made me sparked off the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I badmouthed you. But I just want to say that there was one time that I wanted to belive you but I guess I didn't because of what were going around me. I'm sorry I suspected you and for everything else mean I did to you. Really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to know this, as a friend (or if you still think of me as one), sometimes you have to be more sensitive to my feelings... to our feelings. Coz I mean we were already pissed and sometimes the way you say things makes us even worse. Main reason why I got even meaner to you was because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please... don't go run crying to everyone. We are all already in deep shit as it is. Do you want us to get into even more trouble? I know that you want comfort and all that. But please, keep it low... for Noel's sake? For the rest of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not worthy to ask this of you after how I scolded you, screamed at you, glared at you and suspected you of being a snitch... but honestly, please don't do it anymore. I'm sorry I made you cry. But if you must know I did cry too because of the way you just yelled at me. Together with the others... like teachers for example. But we all have to learn how to keep these kind of tears to ourselves if not we all get in shit again. And we're already wallowing in enough shit as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sorry about suspecting you... but I guess I needed someone to blame. All of us did. Now that I know the truth (and I shall not disclose it here or anywhere else) I know that my suspicions about you were wrong. So here it is plain and clear, loud and clear, I'm sorry for everything. But it was just that coincidences about you were so clear and right that I just lunged for it and jumped to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you forgive me. I've been a really sucky person I know. Esp when you treat me like a friend and I didn't in that time you wanted someone to believe in you. Aih. My life knows no bounds of stupid things I do. I've let everyone down. Including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115571858304493844?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115571858304493844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115571858304493844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115571858304493844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115571858304493844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-certain-someone.html' title='To a certain someone'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115537603335765838</id><published>2006-08-12T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:47:13.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/siaw%20ak%20van.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/siaw%20ak%20van.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *cough* Van has makeup. Nuff said. :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/siaw%20ak%20kok%20smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/siaw%20ak%20kok%20smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wonder why the three of us are so happy even after our disastrous Chem obj paper of last term? For interest sakes, this is the last photo that we took together as red ties. The next photos feature us without ties. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/siaw%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/siaw%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is why Siaw Hui shouldn't do syarahans. Coz Siaw Hui look stupid against a backdrop of trees, bushes and fences. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aj, Emm, Van and me in Kch Fest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/P1010255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/P1010255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gang gave me this caricature on my bday. Thanks you all. Guess who's who? :) &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/13218391-115537603335765838?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115537603335765838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115537603335765838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115537603335765838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115537603335765838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/pics-2.html' title='Pics (2)'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115535771246775930</id><published>2006-08-12T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:42:03.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/Kch%20Fest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Kch%20Fest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At some unknown location at Kch Fest. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/al%20siaw%20sj%20tiff%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/al%20siaw%20sj%20tiff%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Form 5C Syarahan-ists!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/al%20saiw%20sj%20tiff%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/al%20saiw%20sj%20tiff%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Al, Me, Sjane and Tiff getting ready for Syarahan Comp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/ak%20emm%20siaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/ak%20emm%20siaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Wiz of Oz with Ak and Emm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/09062006(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/09062006%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Van and me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/04072006(002).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/04072006%28002%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eh, what are we doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid blog refuses more pics. I'd do another post.&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/13218391-115535771246775930?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115535771246775930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115535771246775930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115535771246775930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115535771246775930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115535094636207406</id><published>2006-08-12T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:49:06.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefect Farewell</title><content type='html'>Last night could be pretty much summed up in two words: boring and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? Why the contradiction you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... it was boring for the first TWO HOURS OF THE NIGHT. For the last hour and a half it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I AM NEVER EVER LISTENING TO EMM AND AL ANYMORE? YOU HEAR ME? I HAVE TWO BRUISED ANKLE (OR WHAT FEELS LIKE ONE ANYWAY...), TWO HUGE BLISTERS ON MY TWO LITTLE TOES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why? Oh gee, let me guess... I TOTTERED IN HEELS FROM LOK THIAN TO THE KCH FEST AND WALKING THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE KCH FEST (INCLUDING THE GARDENS) IN BLOOODY HEEEEELLLLSSSS!!!!! BAHHHHHHH. I AM CURSING HEELS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT I HAVE TO WEAR HEELS AGAIN TONIGHT TO MY MUM'S DINNER! MY ANKLES ARE KILLING ME NOWWWW AND MY BLISTERS ARE GOING ALL LIQUIDY ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crude. I think I just burst one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the prefect party. Don't worry I will be cursing heels more again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I left the house at about six fifty five. Picked up Van. Felt really stupid coz I was wearing a skirt, heels and a handbag?! Or whatever resembled one anyway. I only brought that coz I had no pockets to put my handphone, uber huge wallet and uber uber huge camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the Bangkok Thai Restaurant (below Lok Thian) and the moment I walked out of the car...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (gulps down his saliva) Siaw Hui... (bursts out into laughter)&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: You're wearing a skirt!&lt;br /&gt;Me:....&lt;br /&gt;Van: And heels!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (grits teeth) Van...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were milling around outside the restaurant, Akmal called me...&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: Oy, where are you lot?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, outside the restaurant waiting for you?&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: I CAN"T SEE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HELLO?! YOU HAVE AN ENTIRE ENTOURAGE WAITING OUT HERE FOR YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: Who?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sjane, Mtyp, Van, Emm, Noel, Kok, Lun and Sing Yue!!&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: I can't see leeeeehhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WE"RE ALL OUT HERE HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE?! (start peering out into main road to see whether can spot him)&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: Eh... where's Bangkok Thai anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Me: .... BELOW LOK THIAN!!&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: Eh... right.&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: Where's Lok Thian?&lt;br /&gt;Me: GAHHHHHH!!! (shoves phone into Noel's face) YOU DEAL WITH HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Akmal made his grand entrance... minutes after the phone call that almost had me throwing my bag in the other direction and stamping onto the road and almost getting killed by a car in my anger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst was yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yay! Noel you reserve table right?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Yepp. Right next to VIP table!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ooh boy. Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;(all start walking into restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Siaw Hui...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya? (uber happily)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Umm. You're sitting at the VIP table.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *almost chokes* What?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Yeah. You and Kok Ming. Both me and Louis. And Gerald Lee. Arthur Lim. The teachers...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (barely a whisper) Really?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Yeah, see you there...&lt;br /&gt;Kok Ming walks in happily too...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (pulls his shirt) Eh... we need to sit at VIP table.&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Issit?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, we were in deep shit. We had to sit at VIP table with uber boring ppl. I would rather die than sit with them for two hours...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Akmal, got extra seat at VIP table.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: So?&lt;br /&gt;Me: If you didn't hear right, there's an EXTRA seat at VIP table.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Ah then?&lt;br /&gt;Kok: GO THERE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Don't want...&lt;br /&gt;Me: AKMAL!!! PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Don't want to see Ah Lee's face...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: PLEASE, PLEASE! (makes begging face) Please la... don't be like that la...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oy, I will die there ok... no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Both of you can talk bah...&lt;br /&gt;Kok and me: AKMAL!!! THAT"S BESIDES THE POINT!&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (whines) But I wanna sit here!&lt;br /&gt;Me: COME ON LA!! YOU'RE BOTH OUR FRIENDS! MEBBE WITH YOU AROUND DYING WON'T BE AN OPTION!&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (gets out of seat reluctantly) Aiyah... don't want le...&lt;br /&gt;Kok and me grab one side of him each and start hauling him (or trying to) to the VIP table.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first tell you of the arrangement at the VIP table. We have, in anti clockwise arrangment, Mr Lee, Mr Lim, Mdm Voon, Cikgu Lai, Julian (MC for the night), Cynthia, mua, Ak, Kok, Louis. Anything wrong with the arrangment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I am sitting near and across uber boring ppl. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the VIP table got diff dishes than oth tables. So first course was Sea Cucumber Soup...&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Gawd. It was the most boring dinner I have ever sat through. They talked about Education! And Discipline! And Charity! I HEAR ENOUGH OF THAT EVERYDAY. I was like, muttering to Ak: Please shoot me. Now would be good...&lt;br /&gt;Then an sms came. From Emm: Hehe, feel like dying now?&lt;br /&gt;I look over to the next table and I see Emm, Noel, Van and the others grinning like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Me sms back: Oh shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;Emm: I pity you. How much joy are you having over there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh...&lt;br /&gt;Akmal clears his throat: Siaw Hui...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (still furiously typing sms)&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: Siaw Hui... (more desperately now)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? (annoyed and look up)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia, Louis and Mdm Voon staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: (coughs loudly) You're being rude.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... (smiles sheepishly) Ok.&lt;br /&gt;My sms back to Emm: OH SHUDDUP! and then I regretfully stow away my handphone. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was still feeling like I wanted to die until...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: I &lt;strong&gt;aspire&lt;/strong&gt; to go to Singapore for education!&lt;br /&gt;Table falls silent then...&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Lai: So you *pauses* aspire to go to Spore huh?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: *blab blab blab*&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (leans over to Ak and me) Eh... what's aspire?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... dreams? Hopes?&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the convo...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: SOME PPL ARE JUST PLAIN OBNOXIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Ak and Kok: (lean over to me) Eh... what's obnoxious?&lt;br /&gt;Me:...&lt;br /&gt;Ak nudges me with his leg.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Think that they're better than others?&lt;br /&gt;Ak and Kok: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Tiff and Joshua Pui were singing the song from High School Musical...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Have you watched High School Musical yet?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Oh, you should love this then.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (smiles wryly) I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: (gives me a smug look) Troy is hot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (hears wrongly) What? Toy is hot?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh oh. Sorry. (swallow food I've been chewing on) Troy is hot. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Gabriella is hot too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh yeah. (in back of mind I'm going: Is she a bisexual or something?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Cynthia praising Louis...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Louis you ordered top of the range food. Top of the range service. (at this I almost gagged) I envy your wife next time.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Voon: Hint hint Louis.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Oh come on I don't mean it like that. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Voon: But you'd have to take a number. He has a long line of girls eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (leans over to Ak) And number one on his list being yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (stifles laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Louis heaped Kok's plate with meat... Cynthia tried doing the same to me...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (happily chewing on meat)&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly an uber huge scoop of mixed veggies end up on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (open mouth to protest but realize got food in my mouth shut it and chew while mentally going NOO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Another uber huge scoop of veggies.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (look frantically at Cynthia) (start chewing and swallowing faster)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: (takes up another scoop of veggies)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (swallows uber huge piece of meat down don't care whether I choke or not) Eh, that's enough Cynthia...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Ok. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (smiles weakly)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looks back at plate) Got cauliflower, carrots, baby corn, mushrooms... I can't eat this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (distractedly) What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (hisses) I can't eat this! I hate everything that's here! I hate mixed veggies!&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Why the hell did you take then?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I DIDN"T! SHEEEE DID.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (starts laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: (begins to look over)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (stab a cauliflower viciously)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: (smiles at me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (smile back and pop uber huge cauliflower in mouth)&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am never ever ever eating cauliflower or carrots or baby corn ever again. NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that's bad enough wait till you hear about the fish...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looks apprehensively at fish being served)&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Eh...&lt;br /&gt;Fish starts being passed around...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (takes a piece and puts on his plate)&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (takes a piece and puts on his plate then turns to look at me) You want?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (mouthing) No&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (glares)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (shakes head)&lt;br /&gt;Ak:(sccops up one huge piece and plonk it on my plate) Eat. (in a lower voice) Just be polite...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay enough.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (scoops another and put on plate)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ENOUGH! (grabs plate and shoves it to Cynthia)&lt;br /&gt;First bite of the fish...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yuck. (look over at Akmal) Eh... is there smth wrong with the fish?&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (gulps down his own) Eh... I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Both look over Kok.&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (pokes his fish piece, the tail part around the plate and nodding politely at whatever Louis is saying)&lt;br /&gt;Me: So how ler? (picks up fish and sniffs at it) Eww, it smells bad.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (nods) I know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh...&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Just eat. Be polite la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (pick up fork and stab another piece reluctantly) Okay. (put it in mouth and got some salted feeling. Meat is so crumbly) (drink down loads of Sprite)&lt;br /&gt;After finishing fish on plate...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (gets up to go toilet)&lt;br /&gt;Split moments later...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (gets up to go toilet too) I'd be back.&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Oyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Me: I feel bad...&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from toilet...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where the fish go? (secretly happy)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Oh, we sent it back to kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: It wasn't fresh. Extremely unfresh apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Cynthia's dad living in boarding sch last time..&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Last time my dad say that he don't dare go toilet at night.&lt;br /&gt;Gerald Lee: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Supposed to be haunted or smth. So whenever he want to pee right, he holds it in till morning. Every day.&lt;br /&gt;Table silent then...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (while choking on food) Well, thanks to him holding his pee in, we get to see the result sitting right here tonight. (looks meaningfully at Cynthia)&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ak: (only ones to catch the look)&lt;br /&gt;Three of us start laughing non stop while the others were like Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about Aidan and Cynthia...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Where's Aidan going next year?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: I think he's going Spore.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh...&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: (cuts in) Yeah, he is. Most likely.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: I'm going there after Form Five there too!&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Oh. How wonderful. (monotonously) You must be a pair made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: (beams uber happily) No la...&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Aidan again...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Want to hear something interesting?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (swallow food quickly) Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: When's Aidan's bday?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: He's bday is same as mine you know!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Funny hor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... actually Noel has the same bday? Ehehe? Coincidence huh?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Aidan YET again...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: You know Cikgu Anita used to tease me with Sing Yue...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (drinking Sprite almost spits it out) WHA?!&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Then my friends tell her that it's Aidan.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh issit? Ehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Do you look at us that way?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (starts choking) Excuse me, what way?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: You know. Think we're more friends and all that. My friends also think that way...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... it depends on how you look at it I guess. Some ppl might think you guys were some wouldn't think it was...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: What about you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh? (starts drinking to stall for time)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm... Well, I'm sure Aidan takes it as a joke. So don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Oh... (face falls)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (mutters to self) Oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan, as a friend, I'm telling you straight as it is. You better be afraid. BE VERY AFRAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after the dinner, we got little gifts. Then we decided to head on over to the Kch fest. The gang was Ak, Noel, Sing Yue, Kok Ming, Van, Emm and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road...&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Ee! Look! There's Ben's car!&lt;br /&gt;Sing Yue: (looks over and wave)&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;Sing Yue: Oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Sing Yue: AKMAL! YOU TELL ME IT"S BEN! IT"S NOT! I WAVE TO WRONG PERSON! DUNNO WHO AR...&lt;br /&gt;All of us: HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On crossing the road...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: RUN! NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone starts running then...&lt;br /&gt;Akmal: SIAW HUI"S WEARING HEELS SHE CAN"T RUN!&lt;br /&gt;Me: SHUDDUP! (runs for life)&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, for the rest of the way to the fest, I was bullied nonstop on how I ran flailing in my heels and skirt. Phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On walking to the fest...&lt;br /&gt;Emm: (walks over this huge drain with holes) Oof!&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Make sure you don't get your heels stuck there eh! Teeheeee teeheee...&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Shuddup! (whacks him hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the fest...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was walking faster...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (tottering in heels) Oy, wait... slow down...&lt;br /&gt;Van(walks even faster)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oy!&lt;br /&gt;Even faster...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (yells) OY!!! GIRL IN HEELS HERE! DOES ANYONE CARE?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Van: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought some fried ice cream and chicken and started walking in the gardens...&lt;br /&gt;Van: (takes a bite into ice cream) Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Van: I think I ate tissue.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While throwing to throw away my drink...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (reaches over to throw away drink)&lt;br /&gt;Emm: (accidentally hits me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (almost falls into a hole near dustbin) EMMELINE!! (flails wildly and manage to jump onto other side of hole)&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Oops. Sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of the night passed without much event... oh wait there's one more joke left before I go...&lt;br /&gt;While buying tissue packets from a woman selling them at the gate...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Umm...we just buy la. You know support her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. Pity her...&lt;br /&gt;Silence then...&lt;br /&gt;Van: Eh... she has a handphone you know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Van: Look.&lt;br /&gt;All of us look.&lt;br /&gt;True enough, she's playing a handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh did i miss something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd upload pics another time. Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a long post. Hope you guys enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115535094636207406?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115535094636207406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115535094636207406&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115535094636207406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115535094636207406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/prefect-farewell.html' title='Prefect Farewell'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115528782868940763</id><published>2006-08-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:17:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One</title><content type='html'>Long time I no blog songs hor? So here goes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is No One from Ice Princess. It's a really nice song but it's really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, lyrics in bold is how I feel like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No One - Aly and AJ Michalka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am moving through the crowd &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to find myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel like a guitar that's never played&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will someone strum away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And I ask myself who do I want to be,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I want throw away the key and invent a whole new me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And I tell myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; No one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; No one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Don't want to be no one but me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are moving through the crowd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to find yourself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling like a doll left on a shelf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will someone take you down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you ask yourself who do I want to be,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do i want to throw away the key and invent a whole new me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got to tell yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to be no one but me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your life plays out on the shadows of the wall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You turn the light out to erase it all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wonder what it's like to not feel worthless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So open all the blinds and draw the curtains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to be no one but me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were moving through the crowd...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wonder, who am I really? Who do I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor in my future? To change myself? To be a whole new person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not exactly with the way things in my life are turning out right now. Is it because of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I just change myself and then the problems would go away? Could I just change myself and change my life? Could I just change myself and be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cliche goes: Always be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if being yourself gives you so many problems? Because of your character? Because of the decisions you make because you're yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if I could change myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115528782868940763?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115528782868940763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115528782868940763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115528782868940763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115528782868940763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-one.html' title='No One'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115520840157720831</id><published>2006-08-10T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T04:14:18.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings!</title><content type='html'>This is what Siaw Hui does when she's bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to blogthings and do quizes. Lol. Here goes the results of my little tests. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e1e1e1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... I don't really agree with me being popular (I'm probably like the most hated person or smth I guess :) and me being creative. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. This one was just for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Your&lt;/a&gt; Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go? Am I that heartless?! Lol. Other than that... *blink blink* Wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Worldly and Charismatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/worldly.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are broad minded and have a wide perspective on things.As a result, you tend to make observations that surprise and delight others.Welcoming and social, you are always ready to make a new friend online.In fact, you often tend to be blogging about what your friends are saying or doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with the last line. The rest of it... I don't what to believe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this one looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Iceman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/iceman.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tried to live a normal life, but it just wasn't possibleA bit of a slacker, you rather tell jokes than cultivate your powers&lt;br /&gt;Powers: turning self and others into ice, making ice weapons, becoming nearly invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH?!! SLACKER???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/indie-flick.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;If&lt;/a&gt; Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INDIE FLICK?! Gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element is Wood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz/wood.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your power colors: green and brown&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: generative&lt;br /&gt;Your season: spring&lt;br /&gt;Like a tree, you are always growing and changing.And while your life is dynamic, you are firmly grounded.You have high morals and great confidence in yourself and others.You have a wide set of interests, and you make for intersting company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo I'm interesting company! *grins like a mad hatter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Light Pink Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/light-pink-rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You represent sweetness and grace.&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Kind and gentle&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love with a best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH?! I think I got the wrong results. Me? The representative of sweetness and grace? Having kind and gentle vibes?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Brainy Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd. It is finally official. I am a total nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffe4e1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff1ef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? I thought I was always more of a tomboy. And since when do I dress up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine! The prefect party tomorrow night doesn't count! EMM AND AL FORCED ME TO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffdab9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Very Good Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/very-good-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are 90% Good and 10% BadYou're a perfect angel - almost impossibly soDon't you ever feel like being a little bad?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. I think that's enough. Aih. I shall now retired to my beloved TV. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115520840157720831?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115520840157720831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115520840157720831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115520840157720831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115520840157720831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings!'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115512687634584744</id><published>2006-08-09T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T05:34:36.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno why I'm here blogging when I, like any other normal sane student should be studying for my Chem test tomorrow now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I haven't finished some parts of my Chem yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though in all truth, I have finished quite a considerable bit but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BOTH KNOW WHO YOU ARE TO ASK ME TO COME HERE AND BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no names shall be mentioned. I'm so kind to protect your privacy. Oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have no jokes to say seeing that I wrote almost everything I knew down in the Wha? post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SING YUE, KOK MING AND KHANG WEE PLEASE STOP MAKING FUN OF THAT POST AHHHH YOU PPL AHHHHH. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE EXPRESSION WHA? WAIT TILL I PUNCH YOU THEN YOU KNOW... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I have that off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I'd try to remember jokes. But I am NOT promising anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. We had two periods of softball today. It was kind of like a destressing moment for all of us so it's kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, the two teams in our class are headed by Khang and Sat respectively. For interest sake's I'm on Sat's team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the jokes on the softball field...&lt;br /&gt;1) Cherling hits the ball...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on our team: RUNNNNNNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cher runs and the ball bounces all over the field and the fielders run to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;Cher: (stops at first base)&lt;br /&gt;All of us: STOPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then we realize the ball bounces out of range again.&lt;br /&gt;All of us: RUNNNNNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cher: (runs and flails her arm to second base)&lt;br /&gt;Us: STOPPPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then the ball somehow loses contact with fielders and go bouncing again.&lt;br /&gt;Us: RUNNNNNN RUNNNNNN!!&lt;br /&gt;Cher: AHHHHH!! (runs to third base)&lt;br /&gt;Us: (sees ball near her) STOPPPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly ball veers out of control AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Us: RUNNNNNN!!&lt;br /&gt;Cher: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! (runs and hit the fourth base)&lt;br /&gt;Us: WHOOOOOO!! CHER HOME RUN GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... then there was Lee Lip who was the catcher...&lt;br /&gt;Lee Lip: (misses ball yet again)&lt;br /&gt;All of us fielders mainly Cher: LEE LIP AHHHH!!! BUKA MATA!!! BUKA BESAR BESAR BESAR!&lt;br /&gt;Lee Lip: OKAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lee Lip: (misses ball again)&lt;br /&gt;Cher: LEE LIP BUKA MATA BESAR BESAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lee Lip: OKAYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then this time the ball gets hit and Cher gets the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Cher: (gets ball throw in wrong direction... someone gets saved because of her blunder)&lt;br /&gt;The whole team: Dangg...&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;Lee Lip: CHERLING!! BUKA MATA BESAR BESAR!!&lt;br /&gt;The whole team collapses in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) On the second time we played, Mr Mong couldn't be the umpire so Kok became the umpire...&lt;br /&gt;Someone from my team: (bats ball)&lt;br /&gt;Ball flies backward (foul ball) and hit Kok square in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Whole field: Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: (rubs face) FOUL BALL FOUL BALL! MUST BE FOUL BALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When Kim was running bases...&lt;br /&gt;Kim's team: STEAL KIM STEAL!!&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (when Chin Ann pitching steals bases and run) AHHHHHHH!!! (flail arms)&lt;br /&gt;Me, Cel and Van who are fielding that area: (look at her and laugh helplessly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well that's all I can remember. So that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the said two had better leave me in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115512687634584744?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115512687634584744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115512687634584744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115512687634584744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115512687634584744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dunno-why-im-here-blogging-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115487275322361262</id><published>2006-08-06T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T06:59:13.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAH!</title><content type='html'>So I'm NOT the only one who hates her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOHH BOYYY I FEEL THE JOY ONE FEELS WHEN THEY'VE JUST OPENED A MEGA HUGE CHRISTMAS PRESENT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115487275322361262?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115487275322361262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115487275322361262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115487275322361262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115487275322361262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahahah.html' title='HAHAHAH!'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115468778506098453</id><published>2006-08-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:36:25.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha?!</title><content type='html'>Ya ya I know I abandoned the blog for so long already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Alison eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dearie, I won't scold you here. You at least blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMMELINE ONG SAY CHIUN!!!! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU BLOGGED? IT SEEMED LIKE A MILLENIA AGO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Now that I got that off my chest I shall now proceed to remember the latest jokes from the class of 5C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, philosophical quotes... from Aidan and Chiew mostly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Make love not war (Wha?? That has a double meaning!! :S)&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh. There's a joke about this. I'd say it later. :D&lt;br /&gt;2) Never say never say never. (Ok, read that slowly and then you'd get it) The original version was from Ms Teo who said: Never say never.&lt;br /&gt;3) It's not easy being easy. (Linus Lee almost blew up when he heard this one)&lt;br /&gt;4) You are here but you are not here. (cracked mine and Khang's head for a while this one.)&lt;br /&gt;5) Modern technology owes ecology an apology. (Aidan I think you confused poor Cikgu Anita!)&lt;br /&gt;6) We are all here to do what we are all here to do. (Read that SLOWLY and you'd get it...)&lt;br /&gt;7) She's not afraid to make enemies but she has a lot of enemies. (Confusing eh? I came up with it. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So first. Dirty jokes here they come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One day in Sej class...&lt;br /&gt;Susanna Chong: So this Dasar Kependudukan is aiming to have 70 million (I can't quite remember eh...) people living in Msia by 2110 (I think...) You think possible or not?&lt;br /&gt;Whole class: Ummm...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Siaw Hui, work harder!&lt;br /&gt;Sej teacher: Kok Ming!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHA???!!! YOUUUUUUU....&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: Siaw Hui, Siaw Hui, make love not war.&lt;br /&gt;Me: AIDANNNNN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sej teacher: If I were your Bio teacher, I don't know what I wanna do with you ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) During English period...&lt;br /&gt;Ms Teo: I don't want you to guys work too hard yet. I don't want you guys to peak too early.&lt;br /&gt;Class: ...&lt;br /&gt;Kai Lun: (starts laughing manically) PEAK...&lt;br /&gt;Chiew: (joins in sniggering) Eeeee, Lun...&lt;br /&gt;Class: (sits stunned)&lt;br /&gt;Kai Lun: (continues laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Teo: (exasperated) I DON"T MEAN THAT KIND OF PEAKK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) After spotcheck today...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Eh, Siaw Hui, we go see prefect teachers now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What for? No more prefects le.&lt;br /&gt;Kok: No, I want to complain about the spotcheck.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Because the guy keeps wanting to touch my c*****!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHA?!!&lt;br /&gt;Sing Yue: (from behind) Did any of them try to touch your...&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In the canteen...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: I like nuts. (looks evilly at Van)&lt;br /&gt;Van: ...&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (happily joins in) YEAH, I LOVE NUTS TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: What type what type?&lt;br /&gt;Ak: THE HONEY ROASTED ONES!! (looks evilly at me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: :S&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Yeah, they're very crispy aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;Ak: YES VERY!!&lt;br /&gt;Both look at me.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Van: Ewwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the infamous class monitor of Khang Wee who is turning extra lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In Maths...&lt;br /&gt;Linus: Ok. So this is called the great circle.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Ooooh, so is it like the Royal Circle?&lt;br /&gt;Linus: ...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: OOOOHHH!! Like the Royal London Circle?!!&lt;br /&gt;Linus: ..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In Bio on Thurs...&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Anita: Okay. So you must know that the climate will change due to greenhouse effect.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Oooh. Just like the day after tomorrow. (everyone thought it was the movie)&lt;br /&gt;Class: ...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: WHICH IS SATURDAY!! GET IT?! THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHA??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Another time...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Siaw Hui, what you doing for your syarahan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehhh, on kebaikan and keburukan iklan.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Oooh, cool. You can try out my advert. It's damn cool. I bet everyone will listen wan.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (thrusts out his wrist which has Sally's Swatch watch on it) This isn't any watch. It's a Swatch.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You have got to be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When we first got the fire drill map...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Eh, Siaw Hui, this one goes under which section? Entertainment or Just Stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh... should be...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Oh I know! It's (with a flourish) ENTERTAINMENT!!! (starts moonwalking and dancing to the board with Entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really lame man you, Khang. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guys loves annoying me to death in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In Sej class when we both exchanged books to mark...&lt;br /&gt;Susanna Chong: Ok. The answer for this is B.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (to me) HAH! YOU GOT IT WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;Susanna Chong: Okay... the next one is C.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (to me in an even louder tone) HAHAHAHA! SIAW HUI GET WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;Susanna Chong: KHANG WEE!! WHY YOU HATE HER SO MUCH???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In Add Maths class...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ngu: (drawing histogram) So if this were height this part will have less ppl. (points to the part made up of short ppl) And I will fall in here.&lt;br /&gt;Class: ...&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Don't worry Cikgu! Siaw Hui will fall in there too!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was a conversation at the back of the class...&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Eeee, you know breast implants?&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, Emm and Al join in. Ak and me just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;Tiff: Ya, you know silicon?&lt;br /&gt;(starts jabbering all of them)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh... *blink blink* Wha?&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Ya I know! There's this cream for flabby arms!&lt;br /&gt;Al: Oooooohhh... cool. Then there's this...&lt;br /&gt;Ak: (stands up) Okay that's it. I got to get outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the prefect fatewell...&lt;br /&gt;Emm: So, it's being held next Friday huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. That's what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;Al: OOOOO! So what ya gonna wear?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh. I dunno. I don't exactly plan ONE WHOLE week in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Just say la. Roughly.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh. T shirt. Jeans. Eh? Simple eh?&lt;br /&gt;Emm and Al: (stony looks)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (mutters) Uh oh... (louder) I mean it's just a simple party... it isn't formal or anything...&lt;br /&gt;Emm and Al: (still stony look)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wails) I MEAN NOEL WOULD WEAR T SHIRT AND JEANS TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Al: (turns to Noel) What have you got to say for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Eh... (looks at Al's stony face) Siaw, it is quite important. Better wear something good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHHHHAAA???!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: You heard the boy. SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... NICE BLOUSE and jeans? Ehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Al: (accusingly) YOU ARE GOING TO TRY TO WEAR THREE QUARTERS AGAIN AREN"T YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehhh...&lt;br /&gt;Emm: I BET SHE IS!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehhh... (wails) WHAT"S WRONG WITH THREE QUARTERS! IT"S COMFY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Al: You will NOT wear jeans or three quarters!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wails) BUT I DON"T WANNA GO PRANCING AROUND IN A SKIRT OR A DRESS!!&lt;br /&gt;Al: YOU WILL WEAR SKIRT!! OR DRESS! WHICHEVER!&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I don't wanna... (wails) What's wrong with jeans! It's not even formal! At most it's semi formal! I don't have a dress anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Fine. Skirt then.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jeans...&lt;br /&gt;Emm: SKIRT!&lt;br /&gt;Me: JEANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: SKIRTT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Both glare again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: FINE! BUT I"M NOT GONNA WEAR A LONG SKIRT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Okay... but you must wear heels!&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO NOT HEELS!&lt;br /&gt;Al: Heels!&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! SANDALS!!&lt;br /&gt;Al: At least get some decent sneakers then!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I ONLY HAVE SCHOOL SHOES!!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: What size are your feet?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (without thinking) Five?&lt;br /&gt;Al: AH. Okay..&lt;br /&gt;Emm and her share a secret wink.&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! (wails loudly) DON"T YOU DARE BUY ME HEELS!!! I HAVE HEELS!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: (raises eyebrows and then grins) Eh? AHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;Me: BUT I DON"T WEAR THEM! UNLESS I"M FORCED TO! THEY HURT!!&lt;br /&gt;Al: YOU WILL WEAR THEM!&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! I DON"T WANT HEELS!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: Hmm. (looks up) Thought about jewelery yet?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHA???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Al: Ooooh, what jewelery will you wear?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOTHING! I DO NOT WANT ANYTHING DANGLING OFF MY EARS OR DRIPPING OF MY NECK OR HANGING FROM MY WRIST OR... OR GLEAMING OFF MY FINGERS OR SHIMMERING FROM MY ANKLES!!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: We shall get you you know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehhh... (desperately wailing by now) What about Van?! Why not bug her too?!&lt;br /&gt;Al: She's too far away. You on the other hand are near.&lt;br /&gt;Emm: OK. For the clothes. What color you wanna wear?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't remember my entire wardrobe!!&lt;br /&gt;Emm: NOW! TELL ME THE COLORS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HELPPPPPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, notice the title of Wha?! Have you thought why I put that in? That's because my reactions in most of the reactions above are just that.&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/13218391-115468778506098453?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115468778506098453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115468778506098453&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115468778506098453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115468778506098453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/08/wha.html' title='Wha?!'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115414230953574121</id><published>2006-07-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:05:09.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heehee</title><content type='html'>Anna, you're right. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have created a vicious cycle between the pair of us. Everyone seems to be stealing stuff from everywhere now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole stuff off your blog. You stole stuff off my blog. Lionel stole stuff from your blog which was from mine. Mtyp stole stuff from my blog which was from yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;em&gt;evil ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, we're not. We're just very bored people who become petty thieves. Blog thieves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Since the vicious cycle has already been created, I shall therefore attempt to continue it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, after this, we're all in for good hard-core studying. *wails loudly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes smth I stole off from Friendster bulletin board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How perfect was your school year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: The remarks in italics and in brackets after the questions are my personal notes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] had a crush &lt;em&gt;(but not in school... technically :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] skipped class? &lt;em&gt;(for prefect spotchecks yeah... loads of times. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] DETENTION &lt;em&gt;(Í'm far too kwai...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] hugged someone in school? &lt;em&gt;(well she needed it... BADLY)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] started a rumor? &lt;em&gt;(I don't spread. I listen. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten suspended? &lt;em&gt;(I no demerit points thus far so how to get suspended?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;[X] cried in school &lt;em&gt;(over the silliest of things...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] wish you could take something back &lt;em&gt;(oh loads of times...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] made new friends &lt;em&gt;(yeah sure... Jeremy for one. SPY!! :P) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] gone to a dance &lt;em&gt;(Alison's bday party featured a dance. So I'm counting it in. BLEH!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watched a football game&lt;br /&gt;[X ] watched a soccer game &lt;em&gt;(Hey, it's world cup guys!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watched a baseball game&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watched a volleyball game&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watched a tennis match&lt;br /&gt;[X] watched a softball game &lt;em&gt;(What watch lo. PLAY AH! And watch also. :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] watched a basketball game &lt;em&gt;(Watched for... a few secs then fell asleep. Ehehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;[X ] stood up for someone being made fun of &lt;em&gt;(Yeah sure. Loads of times. Can't stand evil ppl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] broken up with someone in school&lt;br /&gt;[X ] fought with a teacher? &lt;em&gt;(for marks yes. Literally nope. ;D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] got kicked out of class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] got sent to the office for getting in trouble&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;[X ] got 100% on a test &lt;em&gt;(I think so... :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] walked to school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] drove to school&lt;br /&gt;[X ] got dropped off at school &lt;em&gt;(Don't everyone get dropped off at school every school morning?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] heard a rumor about yourself &lt;em&gt;(Ahem. YES!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gone to school under the influence&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had something illegal at school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] missed school when you weren't sick&lt;br /&gt;[X ] failed a test &lt;em&gt;(by one mark. Evil Kenny Tan sprung surprise Chem test on us!! I didn't know how to draw isomers then wadd....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] failed a class&lt;br /&gt;total: 1&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made up some lame excuse for homework not being done&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the teacher believed your lame excuse&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crushed on a teacher &lt;em&gt;(ewww...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hit on a teacher &lt;em&gt;(Even more ewww...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] hated a teacher &lt;em&gt;(Oh yeah. Sure.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 1&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;[x ] involved with a sport &lt;em&gt;(Does PE count? *hopeful look*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] on the prefect board &lt;em&gt;(Yeah. WAS on the board. Am now happily retired. HEEHEE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] in a club &lt;em&gt;(WAS in a club. Interact. AND sch mag. ;D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] got a scholarship &lt;em&gt;(was picked to apply and did but said scholarship wasn't offered. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] got an award &lt;em&gt;(yay!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;[X ] fallen asleep in class &lt;em&gt;(I know most of you can't believe it but yes I did!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten in trouble for falling asleep in class &lt;em&gt;(But I didn't get in trouble coz teacher was not in class. It was a sit in. :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had your phone go off in class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had your phone taken away?&lt;br /&gt;[X ] lied to a teacher? &lt;em&gt;(Ooh boy... yeah...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;[X ] laughed so hard you cried in class &lt;em&gt;(when you sit near someone who hyperventilates (Van), someone who whines (Jas :D), someone who thinks his either Elton John or an exotic Chinese fan dancer on alternate days of the week (Khang), someone who ALWAYS thinks she's so cute with her HABA HABA (Kim), two people who constantly whack each other for the most absurd of reasons (Emm and Al), someone who uses big English words and is forever AMC-ing and some Chinese word I shall not mention (Aidan) and someone who is the LAMEST person alive (Kok) you can't help but laugh until you're gonna die can you?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] eaten lunch in the bathroom? &lt;em&gt;(and let all the germs in there have a feast with me? NO!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] missed more than a week at once of school&lt;br /&gt;[X ] excited for holidays? &lt;em&gt;(well sort of... but then again, have to study. Aih)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] taking up a job during holidays?&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add up your total and times it by 2. Then fill in the blank: My school year was ___ perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My school year was 50% perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am inclined to agree with that I suppose but I don't really agree with some of the questions. So if left on my own, I'd say that my school year is almost as perfect as it gets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115414230953574121?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115414230953574121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115414230953574121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115414230953574121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115414230953574121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/heehee.html' title='Heehee'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115409078761779032</id><published>2006-07-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T05:46:27.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr</title><content type='html'>Mr Lionel *glares* is pestering me for an update on my interesting life (he has officially lost it because as far as I know, I have none whatsoever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been quite an eventful day. What with the syarahan and all that. And also we have other stuff like THE LAST DAY AS PREFECTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEE... but somehow in a way it's sad. Like I said in a past post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will still have to kick the habit of digging in my pocket for tie and tying it around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first the syarahan. How did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while SOME people could sit around for an entire four periods (Form 5 syarahan was the second session which was after the first four periods of sch) without worrying about anything, SOME OF US HAD TO MEMORIZE OUR SCRIPTS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, I only got informed on Mon. And I just practices last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, me, Al and Sjane kept walking up and down the entire school... anywhere but the hall to get rid of nerves. Then, some of them *cough* Emmeline and Cherling *cough* tried to skip the boring syarahans in the hall too and went back class to get their water... kononnya. Or was that Sing Yue's and Kai Lun's excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this Kok and Ak... walk around the school like patrolling for what? HELLO, GUYS, LAST DAY AS PREFECTS REMEMBER? Haih. They doing spotcheck for students missing syarahan? HAH. *cough* Who missed the syarahan along with them? HAHHHH!!! Just wanted to excuse to escape the boring hall right? I can see through your tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Noel and Sat ler? PATROLLING THE CORRIDORS FOR WHAT NOEL?! You can't trick me. Hello, earth to you, the corridors are EMPTY coz everyone was at the hall where YOU were supposed to be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got excuse to skip the session in the hall. I'm a speaker. I was practising my syarahan! Well most of the time anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the syarahan was actually quite fun. Not the hyper active fun way. But it was kind of cool to have like your entire gang of friends and classmates screaming and roaring for you. The hall saw an upheaval it has been missing for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, didn't really see the signs ( I know it spelt my name btw) you held up coz I was too frigging scared. All I could see was the mike and the stand and keep thinking: I'm gonna get this over with as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quite cool eh? Though I stammered my way through the speech, they stomped and stamped and cheered me after my syarahan anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I still remember Tiff. She was so cute...&lt;br /&gt;Tiff: Selamat pagi saya ucapkan kepada *bla bla bla* dan para peserta pertandingan syarahan. (gestures to the benches where the pesertas are supposed to sit... but since she's the 2nd last speaker and I'm the last speaker and the rest left... there's only me left...)&lt;br /&gt;Some people turn and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (waves cheerfully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The syarahan was better than I expected I guess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a spotcheck too today. Last spotcheck ever. I think I didn't savour it like I should have. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Aidan ah. Eeee, sometimes you feel like you want to strangle him. Ask him to do something never do properly wan ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eg...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (hands extra pen over to Aidan absently) Eh pass this back to Louis Chuo will you?&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: (takes pen) Oh. (looks over at Louis who's a bit far away) (spots Yi Ping nearby)&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: Eh, Yi Ping, take this pen.&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ping: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (finds another extra pen) Nah, Aidan, pass this back to Louis too.&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: (takes pen) Eh Yi Ping, take this too (pushes pen into her hand)&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ping: Oh (takes pen meekly)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (hears the exchange) AIDAN!&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: (quite innocently) What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I ASKED YOU TO GIVE TO LOUIS NOT HER!&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: Oh. (looks and points at Yi Ping) Give back to Louis.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Cynthia Chai used the word implore before the prefects. And considering people would just use the phrase: I ask of you instead of I implore of you...&lt;br /&gt;Sjane and me walking out of room to do spotcheck...&lt;br /&gt;Sjane: Siaw, what's implore?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laughs) I told you bah, she always use big words.&lt;br /&gt;Sjane: Yeahlar, what implore.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya. She always use big words. Implore lo.&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Sjane: What's implore ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyah, she always like that one... (looks at her absently)&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Sjane: (innocent look) No seriously... what's implore?&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehh... ask of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. Funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, I got Nick Ting on my team for spotcheck. When Anita Martin said he's like a little kid... I think she meant it...&lt;br /&gt;Nick Ting: Eh, Siaw Hui, got toy car. Look!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (look over) Oh, confiscate it.&lt;br /&gt;Nick Ting: (ignores me and picks up toy car) Eh quite nice oh... (proceeds to play with it like a little kid)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I said confiscate it.&lt;br /&gt;Nick Ting: (continues playing)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when confiscating a science project...&lt;br /&gt;Nick Ting: So how are we going to confiscate this huge building of blocks?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks at the big flimsy building built out of blocks.&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: Hard to carry like that eh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. I'm scared it'd fall when we carry.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: I know I know! We dismantle it!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cynthia: NO! ARE YOU MAD?! THEY"D SKIN US IF YOU DISMANTLE!&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Oh... (carries block and smth drops out)&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when Nick found out he was on the same team as Cynthia...&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Siaw Hui, do we have to stay in this same team always?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Depends on whether Louis and Cynthia want to switch you guys when we retire.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (amused) Why?&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Because... (looks at Cynthia)&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: If you don't like me just say la!&lt;br /&gt;Nick: No la...&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia: Nevermind we'd always be on the same thing. Because we're always meant to be together (in a sarcastic tone)&lt;br /&gt;Nick: (blur) But I don't like you. (edges away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I laughed like hell man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alena confiscated a magazine going Tennis...&lt;br /&gt;Alena: Kok Ming, is this allowed?&lt;br /&gt;Kok: What's that? (squints)&lt;br /&gt;Alena: Aiyah. (shoves the mag over) It's Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Alena: (adds) That's Tennis with a T not a P.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished the school day...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: WHOOO!!! NO MORE PREFECTS! SIAW TAKE OFF YOUR TIE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. (takes off tie) YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Eat in class!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: YOU MUST EAT IN CLASS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (blur) What for? I'm not hungry le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: YES! NO MORE TIE!&lt;br /&gt;Chee: YAY! NO MORE PREFECT! (high fives Louis, Mtyp and me)&lt;br /&gt;Louis: YES! (swings ties round) NO MORE TIE!&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Louis: Oh yah... no more power too...&lt;br /&gt;Chee: (evil look) Yah... no more power... (eviler look)&lt;br /&gt;Louis: Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Khang, you're the most powerful person in class liao. No more prefects. You however are still class monitor.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: MUAHAHAHAHAHA!! (extends hand like evil scientist)&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mtyp: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally: (whacks me with fan)&lt;br /&gt;Me: HOY!&lt;br /&gt;Sally: (whacks again)&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU WAIT!! HOY!!&lt;br /&gt;Sally: You no more power liao!!!!! HEEEHEEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;Me:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khang: HAHAHAH! SIAW HUI YOU"RE FIRED!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: HAHA! YOU"RE FIRED! YOU"RE FIRED!&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU SHUDDUP LA! YOU"RE GOING TO GET FIRED AS CLASS MONITOR SOON TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;Khang: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! (points dramatically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugher is the best medicine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115409078761779032?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115409078761779032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115409078761779032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115409078761779032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115409078761779032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/rawr.html' title='Rawr'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115400432350689030</id><published>2006-07-27T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T05:45:23.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy</title><content type='html'>Why oh why did I have to agree to join the stupid syarahan competition tomorrow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Tan Ah Siang cheated me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he didn't really. But heck, he should have said the syarahan's on tomorrow!! TOMORROW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like... at least Alison them all had like TWO weeks to prepare. I had less than a week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I could recycle my BM oral because it's too short! I need a speech spanning 5 minutes to 7 minutes. The oral one is only like 3 4 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr... Mel!!! Just coz Lun told Tan Ah Siang that you could speak and you didn't want to do it, you framed me? Eeeeeeeee... *shakes fist* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, he just asked me: Do you want to join syarahan? I put you in ok? And then being extremely blur, I said: Uh ok. And then he was like: Get ready oh. I was like: Ok... And then he finally said: It's this Friday ok? And that's when I said: WHATTTTT????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Since he was already going round asking ppl to do so I just went along with it la. Haih. Wished I didn't now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I'm supposed to be doing my syarahan now. But the comp look so tempting and my syarahan script looks so... boring. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, and then, I didn't know that the max time was 7 minutes! So I thought could recycle BM oral. Until he told me yesterday that it's advisable my speech is 5 minutes plus. So, since I couldn't lengthen my original oral since it's already BORING enough. So I had to change topic. Simply pluck one out of the karangan book. And now I'm stuck with doing Iklan. OMG, SO BORING... *burst into an influx of tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to my name starting with "W" I'm the LAST speaker for the day tomorrow... though that would mean that everyone has gone off to sleep already and I wouldn't feel that much pressure with less pair of eyes staring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE"S NO PODIUM!!!! *wails* I was hoping that I might have me beloved script in front of me BUT THERE"S NO PODIUM!!! *screams* HELP!! SJANE AND TIFF!!! AND ALISON TOO!! NO FAIR!!! LAST TIME ENGLISH SPEECH COMPETITION GOT PODIUM LEH!! SO MEAN!! I hate doing freestyle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, supposed to go practice syarahan. But it's so damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sneaks off to play Neopets instead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am risking total humiliation in front of the school tomorrow as I haven't memorized my script. Well two more paragraphs to go. Not bad CONSIDERING I WAS ONLY TOLD OF THIS ON MONDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know Cher, practising in front of the mirror is supposed to boost my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it reduces me to mad and maniacal laughter instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115400432350689030?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115400432350689030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115400432350689030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115400432350689030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115400432350689030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115374664340180624</id><published>2006-07-24T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T06:10:43.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Anna! Since you stole stuff of my blog, I shall steal stuff of yours!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA! IT"S PAYBACK LITTLE ANNA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No actually it's just that I'm really extremely bored and decided to take it out on this poor undeserving blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehe... so uhh aheeeeemmmm... presenting Siaw Hui's list!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The List&lt;/strong&gt; (stolen off Anna's blog ehehehe...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you name 13 people you can think of right offthe top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people...This is a lot funnier if you actuallyrandomly list the names first...No Cheating!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Kimmy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Vann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Jas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Ak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) Kok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) Mtyp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) Alison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) Emm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) Jess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11) Anna (duh she's the one who I stole this from how can I not think of her straight away? lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12) Cher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13) Sat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did I meet Jess? Oh wow, I actually heard bells ringing in my head. Haha. I'm not lesbian la. Actually, I met her when we were in Form 1. She was the new kid in sch then. Didn't know her, but she sat behind me so we just chatted a little la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;)What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life without Kimmy would have been boring. I mean, she's really gullible (makes it all the easier to play tricks on her) and naive (ditto the first bracket). And she's cute at times (finally I admitted that after how long?!) and can be really funny (gives you laughs at the most tense of times). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3)What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kok and Vann? Initial reaction: cough* cough* hack* hack* After a few moments thought: Well... hmm... actually I won't know what to do OR say... It's just really... out of the blue you know? If it does happen la I mean... okay better shut up now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4)Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noel cry? Nope. Never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5)Do you think 1 is cute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimmy is cute? Didn't I just say so? When I say cute I mean as in the cartoony (no offence) cute way and not as in lesbian to lesbian way... ewww ewww...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6)How did you get to know 8?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alison? Well I got to know her in Kindy actually. Don't know how we really GOT to be with each other but yeah... we met in Kindy and then had a reunion in Form 1 lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7)Would you ever go on a date with number 12?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eww eww... go on a date with Cher? Are you mad? I'm straight!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8)What's 7's Favorite color?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mtyp? Uh oh. Damn. She's my longest time friend (along with Jas, Kok and Khang) but I can't seem to think of the color she likes... uh pink? I think? *winces in preparation of her blow*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9)What would you do if 6 confessed they liked you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*spits out Milo that is currently being drunk* WHAT?! Kok like me? *starts laughing maniacally* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Omg, how can I ever begin to ... *goes off into laughter again* Okay... calming down. How on earth will Kok ever go to that? It is not possible. Utterly not possible. I treat him like a good friend... maybe a brother some times that's it. Besides... I know his taste :) well actually I don't but I'm guessing... And Kok, just so you know, this is totally random and that I did this 13 ppl list in NO PARTICULAR ORDER just like the last list I did!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10)Fact about 9:Emm is a great artist. She draws really lovely eyes (go see her portraits and you'd get what I mean) She's also a very kindhearted girl who always helps out. But she is forever FORGETTING THAT SHE'S STILL A BLOG MEMBER OF THIS BLOG AND DOES NOT BLOG FOR AGES ON END!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11)Who is 4 going out with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noel? Going out with who? Haha. Himself. Lol. JOKING LA! I don't mean to make you sound pathetic rodent cousin! Don't take offence... he's single btw so female squirrels you better... *goes off into maniacal laughter again* HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12)Who is number 5 to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ak? Ah, since you're asking this, I shall repeat this for the last time, esp for the sake of my classmates that AKMAL AND ME ARE JUST FRIENDS! Nth more! And maybe sometimes siblings... not physically but well... I dunno... in a way? Though sometimes he acts more like an annoying brother... =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13)Would you ever live with 13?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat? What are you suggesting? Anyway, I wouldn't mind living with him... but as long got other friends around to join in the fun. I mean, Sat is just a whole bundle of fun. Lol. And lots of words too. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14)Is 2 single?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Van? Nope she's not single. She's going out with Jess. OKAY OKAY DON"T KILL ME WAS JUST JOKING!! She's single.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15)Where does 7 live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mtyp lives at Lorong Seladah 4, Jalan Song (or was it Seladah? ehe) Kuching Swak Msia. HEHE!! I shall not disclose the house add in case she get stalkers later and she blame me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16)What do you think about 3?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3? She's the most insane royal queen I've ever met! But she gives great advice. And she uses Van as a punching bag. And I don't pity Van for it. MUAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17)What's the best thing about number 8?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's very witty, and great fun to be around with. Haha. Esp when she's with Emm she's forever slapping Emm and Emm slaps back. And when she's with Noel the both argue over the stupidest things. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18)What do you like about number 11?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm. I like that Anna is always perky (in a good way) and that she's always smiling and laughing no matter what. Hard to see someone really live up to the phrase, Happy go lucky! I really appreciate it coz when a little thundercloud hangs over my head and she comes along with a bright sunny disposition I feel much better. Thanks dearie!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19)Favorite Memory with 2?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vann? Hmm... punching her? OH! And the Miri hyperventilating incident! *Check the archives of blog to find out what it's about* ;) Van, you're influencing me! I'm starting to hyperventilate sometimes too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing that I'm extremely bored and I want to make this list a perfect 20, I decided to add one more question of me (btw, I added this question before I listed the 13 ppl)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20) What do you like about 12?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cher? Oh lots of things. She's forever doing her lame HAIYAK karate thing which always make ppl laugh. And she's always laughing or smiling. And I like the way she always goes OOOO!! in awe even if it's just a small little good thing. And she's always making ppl feel better about themselves. And she readily defends ppl (loudly I might add lol) when she feels like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well. That's about all there is to the list. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115374664340180624?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115374664340180624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115374664340180624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115374664340180624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115374664340180624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115323042584784207</id><published>2006-07-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T06:47:06.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing of a chapter</title><content type='html'>They say life is made up of bittersweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe me, they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading through (well more like browsing through) the archives of this blog. Can you believe that it's been over a year since this blog began? And there are more than a 100 posts and counting being archived throughout this blog's history already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to Emm *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, Al, I DEMAND A RETRACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was saying, with the coming of next week, another chapter of my life will be ending. And closed. Given the circumstances of this chapter, I don't know whether I want to laugh or to cry, to be happy or to be sad. It's all bittersweet. It's all mixed up. But it's all still part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chapter of my life is the chapter where I serve as a prefect for one and a half years in Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ServeD once next week comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, guys, officially stepping down as prefect (together with the rest of me pals) next month in Aug. Probation of new Heads and Seniors probably next week. And don't ask me who got what because there's been no meeting yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that's what most of you want to know right? Who's going to be next Heads esp? Haha. Not a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, being a prefect hasn't been all smooth sailing. But I have to admit it has been really fun at times. Stressful and annoying at others. But throughout the whole thing, like I said, if you have family who cares deeply for you and friends who will never let you go no matter what, you can stick through an ordeal no matter how bad it is. And it helps that you get to boss your friends around. *evil look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that when I finally do take off my tie and return it (yeah, that's how lokek the sch is we can't get to keep it) I'd be feeling the same way as I do now. Sad because I'm no longer a prefect. But happy because it means less stress and more concentration on studies (which everyth seems to revolve around these days.) Life is filled with bittersweet memories ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first day of school last year. How Tian Hui walked into the class and pinned up the names for the fresh batch of prefects. Everyone was fighting to see the list. Still remember Tiff going, "No la, I can't be wan..." and then shortly after that a hysterical Cel going, "I TOLD YOU YOU IDIOT! YOU SURE BECOME PREFECT BAH!" And I remember looking at the list, scanning it and seeing my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was happy to see my name there. Go ahead think me a nerd or whatever. But yeah, I was, LIVE WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first prefect meeting and then on went the prefect stuff. I still remember my very first week of duty. Which was at the foyer for three freaking weeks! Don't ask me why, but I was very anxious to get walking in Block C (at that time still inhabited and not like the ghost "town" we see today!) and scold people. I know, I'm mean. LIVE WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And the infamous argument between Emm, Aidan and me. Remember? The pervert joke? Oh God. I remember it so well I go up in laughter when I recall it. Even if Aidan and Emm have temporarily lost their memories of said time. Together. And coincidentally I might add. *evil grin* Maybe not la. But still, it was funny. STill remember how Emm nearly shrieked at Aidan going, "YÖU"RE A PERVERT?" to which Aidan went, "I AM NO PERVERT!" Man, those Form 1 kids really thought we were weird back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the classic of Aidan telling ppl to tuck in their shirt when already tuck in. *wipes tears from eyes* See what I mean about being a prefect is fun some times when you live for moments like these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Sports Day. Oh boy. I remember Emm, me, Cas, Joyce uhh... two more oth prefects presumably Akmal and someone else... selling drinks and packing refreshments. Remember Emm and I were like continually trying to steal curry puffs from the packed refreshments. But never succeeded. Coz got a certain Florinda Goh watching us like a hawk. Aiyah, one curry puff also cannot mer. Of course, later we got our FREE refreshments. *snorts* At the end of the fricking day only ah. Pahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember ferrying drinks from below the stands to the grand stands, or to the farthest areas of the tracks or to the judges. Esp the packet lunches. Emm and I wanted to steal too. But neh, we were too noble. HAHA. Oh yeah, I still remember us running like really stupid idiots, trying to be drinks salesmen. Ak was carrying a carton of Chrysanthemum I think. Emm was carrying Orange or smth like that. And me, some other drink. And we were racing each other around the track, not caring whether we crashed into any competing runner at that moment, trying to get rid of our drinks as fast as possible. Duh, the faster we get rid of it, the lighter it is so don't need to carry so much weight in our arms right? Hah, the logic of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime we came past the referree or the gunsmen or whatever, we would be like shoving each other aside going, "Mine better, it's so cool and refreshing," or "You know you want Chyrsanthemum it's so much better," or "Cikgu, a few more left, just take one la..." I remember Kenny Tan laughing so hard that in the end he either took all three types or took none at all to be fair. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did I mention that since he found out that I almost blew up the Chem lab that he came back and taught me how to REALLY blow up the Chem lab once and for all? Evil man, just coz he no more teaches us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only icky part about the whole thing is that we had to go round picking up rubbish after inconsiderate ppl. Kenny Tan actually shook his fist at ppl who threw drinks off the stands because it almost hit him. Bravo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Prefect Telematch. It was F U N. Too bad we didn't get to organize our own this year though. Some Lee person didn't allow us. Grrrr... But last year's telematch was good. Omg, it was tiring and torturing (my limbs were aching like hell after it) and though my group came in second last (PEY YOUR GROUP CAME IN LAST NIEH NIEH NIEH jk la) it was all fun and worth it. Still remember who was in my team from the Form 4. Joyce and Ak. Joyce, remember we had a really cool teamwork going on in the Pictionary? You draw I guess so fast ah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still remember Emm's bro, Ronald who absolutely refused my help in the obstacle course. I was like: You need help? *hold out hand* He look at me with this really indignant look and went: NO! And then he almost toppled off the bench. And looked really tortured throughout the whole thing. And the water balloons was good. We actually managed to drench all the guys save Ak because he was too cowardly to be the target. Haiyah, Akmal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefect Leadership Course. Nth much. Twas boring. I fell asleep during the lecture btw. Speaks volumes about said boredness doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day. Hah. I'd remember this. Omg, we spend like an entire month organizing all this. Wasn't happy with the way things turned out still but all right, we did our best and that was it. Nothing mroe could be done. Things were against us that day (a certain person bleh and mikes and technical details) and some of them forgot their cues due to their haste. So no blamings. And I remember during one practice, I condemned both Noel and Ak to run ten rounds of the library. Which they did. Not ten but I don't know la. And Ak and Noel kept calling me Huitler since I kept yelling at them. Now you know where my nick came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bad things started happening. After I became Head Girl. I shall not try to deny that ON the day ITSELF that I became Head Prefect, I was happy. But after that, totally different story. Will not try to evoke the very bad and black past. All I can say is: worst time of my life for now. No details, don't even think of asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, this year has been quite swell. Except for certain people out to get me. And some Form 4 prefects whom I absolutely detest because they just like sucking up and getting on the wrong side of me (GARRRRRR!) But like I said, if you have friends to rough it out with, all problems can be solved. Stick together in a lot of things, and you have said happiness. Not permanent happiness or total happiness (because that is not possible in reality not all times anyway) but still happiness to a certain degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for the workshop this year was fun. Quite fun but stressing. Except some ppl who don't know how to appreciate the hard work, right Van? And the St Jo and St Tere telematch was fun too. Don't regret going. Even if I embarassed myself in front of an entire board of prefects from both their schs and my sch. THANK GOD NO ONE TOOK A PICTURE OF ME OR I SHALL DIE OF EMBARASSMENT. Just imagine the caption: Head Girl of Lodge takes a trip on the football field *wince* But at least Noel got what he deserved. HAH! Thanks Emm for helping me in my revenge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, this year as a prefect has been more stressful. Not that satisfying also. Sometimes more satifsfying but most times no. Life as a junior prefect was better actually. No stress more fun. But this year has had its share of fun. Just that it's less. And not so much euphoria too. After all, everyday kena criticized for things we do don't we, Kok? Every week must have at least one snide comment or critic. Aih, some people just know how to talk and talk but never do anything. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Form 4 prefect was better generally. In conclusion, you get more power as a Form 5 prefect due to your seniority and you get to make the "kids" snap to it, but more work load too. Ask any of the prefects. Esp the blue ties. Everyday duty not fun right? Esp when you have oth things to do. Like studying and homework. Tis not a wonder I usually see Sjane patrolling with a Sej book in front of her face. I actually admire all the blue ties because they actually can cope with duties and work. Me leh, hehe, at least don't need to go patrol right? Even if I had duties, it's not physically walking up and down EVERYDAY. Only sometimes (which is very rare) when I feel like it. Oh and let's not forget the seniors too. They everyday have to go check on prefects and monitor their progress yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter's ending. Somehow am glad it's all over. At least no more tears, no more drama (esp during the past one year) and no more critics. Just plain old good life of a normal student after this. Even if it means no more privileges (certain privileges like going spotcheck and skipping class I mean) being back to regular student will be quite welcomed in my life after this. Esp with Mock coming up. But I know, honestly, that I'd miss being a prefect even if there were more trials than fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just before this chap ends, I just want to thank a few prefects (but most importantly good solid old friends) who've been through a hell lot with me and stuck with me through my most crazy days where I just blow up and hurl insults at everything including them. Thanks for always being there for me, to encourage me when I just feel like stabbing a critic in the back and laughing manically afterwards. I know, Noel, I'm supposed to relax so I don't get frazzled white hairs sticking out of my head. But oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must accord thanks to all of you wonderful ppl who I'd always cherish (in no particular order): Van, Emm, Noel, Ak, MTYP, Sjane, Sing Yue, Kok... and yeah that's about it. Well, the prefect friends that I have anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I don't have much close prefect friends but like I said, if you have a bunch of really good ones, you can go through hell and water with them. Because they'd stick with you through it and never complain. They'd even gossip about said hated person with you just to make you feel better even. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. From the bottom of my heart, don't know where I'd be now without you lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter of my life is closing... am no longer a prefect soon. Must get used to that. No more tie (yes I finally get some air around my neck!!) and no more stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115323042584784207?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115323042584784207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115323042584784207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115323042584784207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115323042584784207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/closing-of-chapter.html' title='Closing of a chapter'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115297617138743329</id><published>2006-07-15T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T08:09:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of you won't know what I'm ranting about so don't bother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mr Noel, Miss Jasmine and Miss Vanessa, you know, so...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I just feel like I want to tell her this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm worried about you. I want to tell you how much I hope that you won't get hurt just like I got hurt. I won't bear it if you cried over the same thing that has made me cried. I don't want the reason I became a broken person be the same reason for making you slide into the valley where I just rose from. It's not fair. You don't deserve to be hurt just like I did. No one deserves to go through that type of hurt. But the world isn't fair and things like this happen. But I just want you to know that I'm trying my damn best to make sure it doesn't happen to you. You're my friend, you look up to me as a big sister. I want to live up to that. I don't want to let you down. Big sisters don't let little sisters down, do they? I will try my best to protect you. Can't you see that what I've been saying to you, through email, in the flesh, is all trying to make you see that what you're pursuing isn't worth it? That what you're pursuing will hurt you very badly indeed? Please see it. Please do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your email didn't supply me with more information. All it did was worry me a hell lot more. You deliberately ignored my advice. Just because I put in a little part going Congratulations doesn't mean that my purpose of my email was just solely to congratulate you. It was just a greeting. I wanted you to concentrate on the rest of my email. The main part, the main thing I said to tell you to stop pursuing it. But you ignored it. Did you really purposely do it? Or was it a slip of your eyes? But it couldn't be. It was so bloody long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're worrying me. I'm afraid that you'd get hurt. I can't bear when my friends get hurt. Because I know that this hurt is going to hurt a hell lot more than anything else you've known before. You trust me on that, because I lived through it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to protect you. Why can't you see that? Why can't you stop and listen to the real thing that I'm trying to put across to you without blatantly and outrightly saying so? The truth lies in the under current of my words, if you would just listen and look for it. You have to listen to what lies under my words, you just have to. I'm helping you. You have to listen to what I'm really saying and screaming silently. You just - have to. I can't say it frankly because it will hurt you too much and I don't want to be the pain bearer. But I'm trying to tell it subtly, so please listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you live through the pain I lived through. I just won't have it. You don't deserve to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to me, stop pursuing it!!! Just stop! Ýou'd only hurt yourself in the end..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... caught in between much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115297617138743329?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115297617138743329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115297617138743329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115297617138743329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115297617138743329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/most-of-you-wont-know-what-im-ranting.html' title=''/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115294385723889434</id><published>2006-07-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:10:57.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Things You Might Not Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wanted to blog today and I didn't know what to write about. So, I went around the net trying to find smth and I found this survey... which I can't remember from where. And oh well, decided to answer the questions here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hope that the questions won't be utterly weird. :S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here goes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 Things You Might Not Know About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What color is your shirt right now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red come pink come white which means striped. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh, the fan whirring its blades? Heh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. what are the last 2 digits in your phone number?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;313!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.What was the last thing you ate? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm eating ice cream now? Does that count?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rainbow!!! Heehee. Í don't care that there's no such thing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. How is the weather right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot. Hot. Hot. HOT!! *switches fan on full blast*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhhh... that would be... *pause* my uncle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face la? What else would I look at? His shoes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Favorite type of food?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha. Hard to say actually. I like food from all walks of life. ;) Except weird ones like monkey brains or smth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Do you drink? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Course I do. If I don't drink water I'd be dead now wouldn't I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Do you smoke?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Ever get so drunk you dont remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope. Non-alcohol person here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13.What color are your eyes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh. I'd check the mirror and get back to you. rofl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Do you wear contacts?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. Glasses. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16.Are you mad or lunatic?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the diff? Btw, I am neither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Favorite Month? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUNE! ME BDAY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Ever cried for no reason? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think so... don't look at me like that will ya?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Last Movie you watched?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Carribean 2. Btw, if you guys were expecting a proper ending? DON"T! Because it's LINKED to the 3rd movie which means they end on a cliffhanger, end on several loose ends yet to be dealt with in the 3rd movie and and... YOU FEEL CHEATED WHEN THE LIGHTS OF THE CINEMA COME ON AND YOU"RE STILL STARING AT THE CLIFFHANGER THEY DANGLE IN YOUR FACE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. Favorite day of the week?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fridays. And Saturdays. Oh wait, did you mean one only?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Would you rather be poor and happy or rich and sad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about I say the best of both worlds?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. Hugs or Kisses? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs! They can be given between ppl of same sex and opposite sex without ppl staring at you. HAH VAN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolateeeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. Do you want your friends to try this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually I don't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. Who is most likely to respond?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I said I don't care.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. Who is least likely to respond?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@%&amp;)($#&amp;amp;%)(*$#&amp;)(%#$&amp;amp;()*#&amp;$!!!!!!! Heh, sorry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. What books are you reading?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh. It's supposed to be The Truth by Terry Pratchett but it's too boring. And it's supposed to be GOING POSTAL BY TERRY PRATCHETT WHICH ALISON IS SUPPOSED TO BRING ONE WEEK AGO!!! I HOPE YOU'RE READING THIS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. PIERCINGS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahhhhhhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. Fav. Movie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dunno. I guess it's Pirates for now. But am feeling too cheated. Hmph. Why couldn't anyone tell me that the bloody second movie is REALLY RELATED to the 3rd movie and that and that... smth really unexpected happens in the 2nd movie?!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. Fav. baseball team?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're kidding right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31. Any pets?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you consider stupid useless fishes as pets, then yes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;32. What are you aiming for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straight A1s for SPM first. Place in Trinity next. Place for Medicine next. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;33.Butter, Plain or salted popcorn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G-I-V-E-M-E-M-Y-B-U-T-T-E-R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;34. Dogs or cats?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry Van, but dogs rawk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;35. Fav. flower?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything pretty and colorful. Though sometimes white is pretty. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;36. Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A real one? Nope. A water one? HELL YEAHHHH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;37. Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plane! Plane! Car too much traffic...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;38. Do you enjoy doing this survey?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have got to be kidding me right? My brain cells are screaming foul now just so you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;39. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh... *pauses to count* 4 pillows (one of them is really small) and 2 bolsters!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;40. Do you sleep with any soft toys?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not at the current moment... *innocent look*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garrrrrrrrrr....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115294385723889434?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115294385723889434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115294385723889434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115294385723889434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115294385723889434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/40-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title='40 Things You Might Not Know About Me'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115279641869161218</id><published>2006-07-13T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:13:38.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well</title><content type='html'>Some people just come up with the stupidest ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suprising how her stupidity never fails to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Don't want to listen to the voice of reason - me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till the plan for tomorrow blows up in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be there savouring every minute and laughing my arse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I'd work with the others to make sure it DOES blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's karma - eh, Kok?&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/13218391-115279641869161218?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115279641869161218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115279641869161218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115279641869161218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115279641869161218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-well.html' title='Oh well'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115253665618519575</id><published>2006-07-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:04:16.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siaw Hui, my darling, I demand a retraction! Rawr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly, I didn't force poor iddle Vanny to stay. It was Noel, he thrust the poor dear on me and ran away to escape shopping. And when I tried to set her free, seeing how she was wilting under the bright store lights, the poor dear, she declined. I think she felt guilty. Anyway, she ran away when she couldn't take it anymore, leaving Tan with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secondly, I did not 'whine' about the whole sacrificing for a pair of jeans thing, thank you very much. I was simply stating a fact. And I was fairly cheerful if I do say so myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thirdly, I did NOT fight with Tan over jeans. Thanks to lovely 26' waist despite constant gorging due to stress, lovely jeans are mine. Adore jeans. Must thank TAn for finding them even though they weren't her size. HAHAHHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to add that they were the last pair, at 26' waistlength, RM105, I think it was a sign. It was FAte. I had RM110, it was my size, it is gorgeous. Need i say more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siaw my dear, -ice kacang girl-, you will never understang the pure, unadultered joy felt when one has made a purchase that shows of your ass well. Kidding! Nah, just really, stinking happy when you actually find something that suits you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, been a busy day, test results are horrible, art deadline is appraching, self is panicking. Oh yeah, oral not even close to being memorised. Sadness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115253665618519575?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115253665618519575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115253665618519575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115253665618519575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115253665618519575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115228079730697368</id><published>2006-07-07T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:59:57.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Boo yeah! Exams are over!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not very happy with how I performed... esp in my Science papers. Esp Chem! Wait till I see the Chem teacher... haiyah, don't know how to set papers wan ah. Three quarter counting stuff how to do in one hour? Ahhhh I think I fail obj paper la. And sub paper lost 7 marks plus lo. Dead dead dead... I really wanted to prove myself that I could get A1 in Chem but oh well, the world and everything is against me. Now I can just rely on God for this paper. And all the others. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, after exam, a few of us, namely me, Al, Emm, Van and Noel (haha only squirrel and male around HAHA ok sorry...) painted the town red. Hung around the Golden Triangle a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And apparently, it's a tradition for Lodge ppl to go hang in town after exams. Coz we saw LOADS of Lodgians. Esp in the cinemas. From every form, you name it you got it. Anyway, we bumped into Sjane them all in Parkson. And then Kok Khang them all in the cinema. The guys basically. :) The rest are just Form 1 2 3 kids la. And some Form 4 kids. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So anyway, Noel, Al and Van went straight after school. To Lord knows where. They change and then went. Tan me and Emm went home to eat lunch first. Then we went. So anywho, I left the house after lunch and met up with Van and Al at Parkson...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Van told me to meet up with Al at MNG. And once I reached Parkson, I was standing at the cosmetic counter. And like duh, the woman's section and MNG was on the same floor. Just walk a little and you reach there liao right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what I did?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bet you're all gonna laugh at me until you die but anyway, what I did was think that the women's section was on the next floor. So I went up all the way. To find that I was on the men's section. So I thought it was further up. So I went up one more floor. To find myself surrounded by cuddly toys and cuddly kiddy clothes. So annoyed, I was standing in this pool of ppl just staring, wondering where the hell was MNG. And then it clicked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was right where I started from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbed back down three floors to the floor that I initially started from. Stupid right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, when we reached MNG, we bumped into Sjane. Sorry dear didn't see you wave! Anyway, Al dragged me into MNG and groaned about how she was going to sell her handphone to buy a pair of really cute jeans (dear I'm sure they're cute it's just that I'm not into those stuff) Apparently she bugged and tortured Van to accompany her to MNG too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and btw, Tan and her fought over the last pair of jeans. In the end Tan gave up. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Al paid for the jeans, we bumped into Janet and Steven. Noel and Van came up from KFC. And then me and Noel were like staring at Al LONG AND HARD when she started smiling FOR NO REASON and kept HUGGING HER JEANS TO HER CHEST. Okay... so thats what shopaholics do when they get something they really want... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tan said she lz to walk so fine she hitched a ride with Wins to go to Coffee Bean and then to Star. So asked her to buy tickets for the movie. We were so gungho about Pirates but in the end we had to settle for Superman since Pirates not out until next Thurs. Noooooo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We left for McDs since Al was hungry. But not after I stopped at the bookstore. And when I walked in, it was like heaven. :) No serious... and on the bookshelf right in FRONT of me was the book I was looking for (ok so not directly in front but still...) since I finished the last book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS I LOVE YOU! WAKKKK!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Btw, Where Rainbows End by the same author is really nice. ;) Diff style of writing, diff from the normal ordinary style but it's really cool. And really nice. Some parts annoying. But everywhere you'd crack up with laughter. And the ending is really really sweet. It's the only romance novel I like so that should speak volumes yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the other romance I like is The Three Fates by Nora Roberts. But that's not counted coz that has action too. This has PURE romance only. And tinges of good humor. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So anyway, I loaned Tan money and so now I didn't have enough money for the book and my movie. So I whined and groaned and moaned and Noel and Van had to put up with it. I kept shoving the book in their faces (well sort of) and going back to the book. Finally Al lent me money and haha! I BOUGHT THE BOOK! WOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sounds so nice. Wakkk gonna read it tonight!! Well soon... since have to start preparing for Mock Spm and all that soon. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aha! My dad got me an Ipod too! HAHA! Not Apple Ipod though. A cheaper version but hell, it works all the same. It's just that cannot watch movies (well the manual says can so I'd try to work something out) the colour is not that good and cannot arrange the songs properly but still smth better than nth right? HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok coming back to topic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After buying the book, I was so happy. HAHA. And we went to McD. And then Emm came (late as usual that woman) and we met up with her at McD. Where we also bumped into Khang and the gang. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went over to Tun Jugah for ais kacang. Since I promised them a bowl each. But on finding it too expensive I asked them to share 3 bowls. HAHA. Lokek bah. I'm sorry! It's 3 buck plus for each bowl and I'm broke! I spent my RM50 on them the movie and the book! But all worth it lee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pstt, Emm, the ais kacang wasn't that fantastic you liar! :) So not worth it! Ais kacang near Jubilee Ground better...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We walked all the way to Star after that to catch Superman. Not bad la. Two and a half hours. Quite a good movie. But I don't like the ending! Van doesn't like it too! It's so... urgh I don't know! I mean like come on... he went through so much and then in the end, at the end of the day, he didn't get what he loved? Ewsh. Shan't put too much. Don't wanna spoil stuff. Oh yeah, some quotes... I DON"T CARE WHETHER YOU THINK IT"S CHEESY EMM BUT THE QUOTES ARE STILL QUITE MEANINGFUL! Well quite la... ahhhhhh... bugger...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say the world doesn't need a saviour. But everyday, I hear people crying for one - Superman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you'd feel like you're different. Sometimes you'd feel like you don't belong. But no matter what, you'd never be alone. In this moment then, your life is seen through my eyes and mine through yours... the son becomes the father and the father becomes the son... - Superman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, if you don't get the last phrase, go watch the movie. Coz only then you'd understand. Because if I tell you, I'd spoil stuff for you. Coz that's what Superman says to uhh... you see lo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since the movie lasted so long, we finally had to go back after movie end coz I got dinner, Emm got tuition! And Al got Rainforest and Van got tuition too I think...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh wells, I shall go read my book now and listen to my songs. HUAHAHAHA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115228079730697368?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115228079730697368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115228079730697368&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115228079730697368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115228079730697368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115167484366481895</id><published>2006-06-30T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T06:40:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for making today the best birthday I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that includes my family too. Esp my mum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, special thanks go out to my cousin, Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, even if he doesn't read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little angel is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still remembers that I bought bowling pins for him when I was in KL for Form 3 trip. And when his mum asked him to give it away to charity, he was adamant about not giving it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me: I cannot give away my bowling pins. (very serious voice again) You give me wan. I will never give it away. It's you give me one. Cannot give away. NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, ain't he sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why is it that I'm still feeling the urge to cry when today is so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghosts of the past...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115167484366481895?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115167484366481895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115167484366481895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115167484366481895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115167484366481895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115157321235072101</id><published>2006-06-29T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T02:26:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ghosts of the past...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to haunt me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as I thought everything was long since dead and buried six feet under...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to have memories flood back like a very painful caleidoscope of colours...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And through it all having to pretend because I had to help a friend get over her ghosts from the past...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being relied on, it's not called heroism it's called putting on a facade when everything comes crashing back down on you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heroism is when someone goes on day after day without breaking down even when he or she has lost everything there is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I called a hero then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you call someone who had her own ghosts from the past haunt her just because her friend, seeking for help, accidentally evoked them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obviously not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall now learn that the study room: though having a conducive study environment is not that best place for me. Especially not with those cubicles that give too much privacy and is too good at locking out every single thing from the world out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it doesn't help that my other friends in my room were sitting far far away from me, conspiring something and keep on pushing me away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learnt to deal with these ghosts and the hurt they evoke... it's deeply etched and yet buried in my heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then why is it then sitting there in the cubicle, while advicing someone else with such a cool face...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can still feel the pathetic urge to cry helplessly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115157321235072101?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115157321235072101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115157321235072101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115157321235072101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115157321235072101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115105526927386191</id><published>2006-06-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:34:29.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>Ah... nth to blog actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is prob gonna be the shortest post in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has, well, not been the best of all weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though Chem paper 3 and Bio paper 3 are part of the reason for my misery, I shall not go into them because they're not the main reasons. After all, there's more to life than tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, I just feel so frustrated. And angry. And sore. I hate seeing the smug look on someone's face everytime she comes around. As if she's better than me. As if she can write better than me. And no worries ppl, it's no one from our year. So don't get all worked up. Gar, I just can't stand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's another her I can't stand. And again, not from our year. What I don't get about this person is the fact that she's always always doing something to upset me. She never appreciates me for what I do especially when performing my duty. I mean come on, I worked three hours into the night for that blasted thing! And then what do you do? Throw it away saying you don't agree with what I wrote. Ah, bugger la. Always never want to look at it twice or maybe thrice. Just look once and then keep protesting and toss it aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to sound so vague but then again, I never know who reads this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Piss me off la those two ppl. One think she's so much better than me (maybe she is but that's besides the point... how can you go around looking so smug in my face?!) and one think she's the queen of the world that doesn't need to appreciate all the little people like me working their butts off. BUGGER LA THE BOTH OF THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pah. Things that were promised to me would probably not come to pass now. Just because of HER. Yes the supposedly-queen-of-the-world her. Oh to hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, here's the sad part. My aunt in Melb died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I didn't cry my eyeballs out. Because well, I quite expected it. She had cancer. Sorry if you think me THAT heartless but the oth reason is that well, I was never close to her. My brother was probably closer to her because he stayed with her for one year (the 1st year he was in Melb) so he had a right to feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I do feel sad and all but again, I've not seen her for like what? 6 years?! Hah. That's what I'm talking about. But go ahead and think me heartless if you like. I have more than enough ppl who are loathing me and despising me right now anyway. It wouldn't hurt if you added on to that number. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I'm really lucky that I don't need to fly all the way down to Melb to attend the funeral. I'm sorry that I'm heartless but I mean come on, I would have to miss my exams bah. And my parents think that it's not exactly the best idea for me to fly all the way down, get jet lagged on the way back and HAVE to sit for exams. What more got SPM BM oral coming up again. Sigh. Sjane, remember our group script oh! I doubt she's see this though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. All the blogs I know aren't updated. I'm running out of my ol entertainment. But I can't exactly blame those blog owners can I? It's near exams. And we're all working our butts off whether we want to or not. What to do? SPM year mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bugger la, the entrance mark from Trinity to Uni of Melb for Med is 98% Hah. That is impossible la. That's asking me to get like 100 for every subject I take. And believe me not easy eh. Esp since I'm taking subs like Chem, Maths (not that simple as our simple maths oh) English, History of Ideas (political and intellectual views in essay form) and prob Bio or Physics. Hah. You see? 100 for all that? Ah, bugger la. It's impossible. It is really impossible. But then again, if I get less than 98 they may still consider me for a place in Med in Uni of Melb. Like last time my bro's mark was 93 and their securing-place-in-uni-for-sure mark was 95 and he still got the place... though he turned it down and took Engineering instead. But still I have to get at least 80 on my Eng to be able to get into Uni of Melb. So even if I get the required average mark of 98 and I don't get 80 on Eng I can't get in. But then again, how can I get 98 if I didn't get 80 in Eng in the first place? Bahhhhh this whole thing is making me head spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, don't tell me I can choose another degree. Because I don't think I can do anything besides Med. I mean, can't imagine myself doing smth else like Law or smth. When I do think about what I might be, I'd tell you. Oh wait, I wanna be archeologist. But do you seriously think my parents will let me go gallivanting in Egypt and it's forgotten era of Pharoahs? Hah. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. One week from now is my bday. I'm supposed to turn 17 and it's supposed to be some milestone for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it's like my bday isn't even next week. I mean come on, whenever I think about next week, it's like automatically the word EXAMS pop up in my mind. Yep, that's how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though 17 means being able to drive it doesn't mean I'm ALLOWED To drive seeing as Mock and SPM are so near. But MTYP, remind me to go for the theory course for you one day when you're free. At least if I die of boredom, I have someone to accompany me in my "death" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON"T CARE WHETHER YOU'RE MY HOMELAND BUT CHINA! CURSE YOU FOR COMING UP WITH THE STUPID IDIOTIC IDEA OF EXAMS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115105526927386191?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115105526927386191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115105526927386191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115105526927386191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115105526927386191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115072226521605352</id><published>2006-06-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T06:04:25.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keranamu Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Buruh nelayan dan juga petani&lt;br /&gt;Gaya hidup kini masih sama&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak terhapus mindanya&lt;br /&gt;Mati generasi bijak bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakar seksi, pakar pornografi&lt;br /&gt;Kakitangan kerajaan dan jutawan&lt;br /&gt;Berkereta jenama negara&lt;br /&gt;Megah menyusur di dalam longkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam cyberTeknologi terlampau&lt;br /&gt;Kejayaan semakin jauhi&lt;br /&gt;Biar di kota, ataupun desa&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua pasti dibom Osama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keranamu kami hanya fikir bangsa&lt;br /&gt;Keranamu kami hidup terseksa&lt;br /&gt;Keranamu kami malas berfikiran&lt;br /&gt;Limpah bumi hanya hak bumiputra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keranamu kami bertengkaran&lt;br /&gt;Keranamu kami tidak belajar&lt;br /&gt;Keranamu tentulah kami berbunuh-bunuhan&lt;br /&gt;Demi bangsa matilah negara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keranamu negara Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia...terima kasih Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soybd familiar? Lol. Sejarah teacher would kill me. But she did ask us to look up the lyrics to keranamu. And... this is what I found. LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Malaysia"&gt;http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check that site. Trust me, freaking funny. Of course, if some person of authority happens to stumble upon this, or a snot-nosed snitch -ahem-, I am not responsible. I could possibly be a hacker immitating Alison.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115072226521605352?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115072226521605352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115072226521605352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115072226521605352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115072226521605352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/keranamu-malaysia.html' title='Keranamu Malaysia'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115003207884278127</id><published>2006-06-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T06:21:18.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lord...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHere did the holidays go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only found out late last night that we have a physics paper 3 on tues. That means I have to finish studying F4 and 5 physics in... including what's left of today... 2 days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GAh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suck at paper 3. And that's with preperation. Granted, I spent my holidays lazing about, but i didn't expect the stress to come so soon. Let's see... I have sooo many pages left of Phys to go - and guess what? I lost last years notes-, 3 chp of Bio and 2 Sej to learn before Friday, or to look at it negatively, thurs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115003207884278127?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115003207884278127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115003207884278127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115003207884278127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115003207884278127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-lord.html' title='Oh Lord...'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-115000623164912800</id><published>2006-06-11T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:10:31.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wishlist</title><content type='html'>I am seriously bored. And yes, I know that I'm supposed to study soon or I'd die for my Physics Paper 3. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, just felt like posting smth. So here goes a totally random list of things that I want... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What I want: An Ipod! A Ipod Nano will do too! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Dang... I never knew what I was missing out on until I went to Miri and got hooked on Cyn's one. Heehee. But oh well, my dad will prob gimme one when I go down to Melb next year. Either that or I get to share with me bro's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What I want: A laptop!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: A laptop would be so cool... besides I'd be able to still be ol when someone's using the home pc. And always laptops seem cooler than pcs. :D My dad will prob gimme one next year too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What I want: Rollerblades!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Uhh... that was totally random actually. My old rollerblades got given away. :'( Well, I grew out of them ... at that point of time. But now I want them back so I can play with them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What I want: A bike!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: I always loved cycling. Esp at the Stutong Park. Then I outgrew my bike. And then my bro's too. And besides it was rusting. So my parents send it for scrap metal or smth. Sigh. I loved those bikes man. And the memories me and bro had cycling them. :) We used to cycle to the forest near my house and get wild orchids for me mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What I want: A caricature of everyone in the wonderful world of 5C 2006!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: I LUV caricatures! Esp cute funny ones! And chubby ones too! Besides, it'd be so cool to have one to put next to our class pic. Ah, the memories I would have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What I want: Story books!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Well, I don't have any particular one in mind. But I would love to have more storybooks. Always loved non-related-academic books. Novels, the bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What I want: A new handphone!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Neh, actually pretty contented with my current one. But sometimes I wish mine had all those cool themes those newer models have. But oh well, not to worry, I'd prob switch my hp with my Dad's cool Motorola one when I go down to Melb. He said so wan la... But even if he doesn't want to gimme his, I'm cool. Mine is relatively cool bah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What I want: A cross stitch set!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Uhh... again totally random. But I really miss doing cross stitch. It's really cool. Tedious but when the work comes out, it's all worth it. And it's fun figuring how the stitches should go so you don't tangle the thread. Hmm, I think I still have some cross stitch somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What I want: A pendrive!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: I can't seem to find mine! *wails* It's lost! I need a pen drive so it'd make my life easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What I want: Magazines!&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Al, Kim and Emm made me get hooked onto mags like Cleo and all that. So, yeah, I'd like some for leisure. And when I get really bored and have nth to do. And fyi, I only read the articles in them NOT look at the clothes. I'm not THAT girly yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Ten random things I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the word want because I'd prob not get them. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-115000623164912800?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/115000623164912800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=115000623164912800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115000623164912800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/115000623164912800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-wishlist.html' title='My Wishlist'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114991422091867613</id><published>2006-06-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:37:00.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY MTYP!!!</title><content type='html'>Have a great year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114991422091867613?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114991422091867613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114991422091867613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114991422091867613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114991422091867613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-seventeenth-birthday-mtyp.html' title='HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY MTYP!!!'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114990786674700641</id><published>2006-06-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:51:06.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah...</title><content type='html'>Lately, everyone I've been meeting has been asking me two questions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Where are you going next year?&lt;br /&gt;2) What are you going to study after Form 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to question 1. I'd prob be going down to Melb, Aus. To Trinity College (hopefully.) My dad says he might send me off to Monash coz he says that the entry requirement is lower. You see la, even my own dad look down on my abilities. Hmph. But, whatever it is, it still depends on whether I get into Trinity. With my Mock SPM results sommore. *bursts into tears* We all know how hard it is to score in Mock!! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate SPM! It's a torture. Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to question 2. Hopefully, I'm gonna do Foundation Course for one year. And then do Med in Melb Uni. Worse come to worse, Monash. If that bad, I'd ... think about it. Hehe. First choice Med. Second choice Accounting. *gasp* Didn't expect that of me ya? Haha. But seriously, what else am I supposed to do? I don't want commerce. Too many stocks and investments stuff. I don't want law. Have to bury yourself in dozens of law books long after you finish your studies. I don't want engineering. Too much calculations, Add Maths and Physics (eg. calculate stress on some bloody road and some bending on some bloody pipe) I don't want Artsy, media arts stuff, no offence to you guys. But hello? Since when was I an artist?! I don't want Architecture. The course too long... I'd rather be doing med during those same 6 or 7 years. Dentistry? Too much... teeth involved and bad breath too. Actuarial science? TOO MUCH MATHS and drop out rate too high. Pharmacy? Too much organic chem and I'm already dying of carbon compounds in F5 Chem. Archaelogy? Hmm, not bad idea. But dream on la... Don't even have enough money to buy Ipod still wanna say need enough money to fund an excavation. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other course? Hmm, don't think so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Weds seven of us (haha my fav no) namely me, Noel, Tan, Jeremiah, Van, Jas and Margaret (F4) went... uhh Town la. Hehe. Was supposed to reach Tun Jugah by 5.30. But since me mum was late and I had to pick Van up so we made it to Tun Jugah at around 6. And despite the huge hu ha about where to meet, I finally told Jas and Noel that we'd wait for each other at the info counter. Also, I told them that I'd be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach Tun Jugah. NO SOUL WAS IN SIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Van and me were like trying to look up - how many? - floors to see whether got ppl. In the end, after a while (and after strained eyes) I decided to call Noel. And Van decided to call Jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where they all were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarawak Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr, I thought I said even if they wanted to walk around, walk in Tun Jugah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we were crossing the road to Tun Jugah. And then, brilliant Van had a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;The road still has cars zooming merrily and green light still on...&lt;br /&gt;Van: Let's just run across the road! (speeds off across road and I run after her unthinkingly)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oy! Are you mad? Do you want to -&lt;br /&gt;Car almost crashed into me. It brakes violently in time.&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! VANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Van: (reaches the other side of the road, without any car ALMOST crashing into her and smiles widely at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my almost near death by an oncoming car, we had to go up two or three floors to find the rest of them. Asked Jas whether she had bought a present for MTYP birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Oh yes! I found this nice pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (relieved and panting) Thank God. Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;Jas: (brightly) It's at Vincci! At Tun Jugah!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Van: (almost drop dead onto the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoooo if I had known I WOULD HAVE STAYED AT TUN JUGAH AND NOT RUN ALL THE WAY TO SWAK PLAZA! Bahhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we crossed the road (this time when the green man came on :P) and went back to Tun Jugah. Got the shoes, bought wrapping paper... and then Jeremiah and Jas (since three of us sharing the presents) dumped the shoes onto me complete with wrapping paper and card and ask me to wrap. Their explanation for doing that?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah: Oy, you wrap ah.&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?!&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah: You didn't spend hours upon hours walking with her (points at Jas dramatically) just to find ONE PAIR OF SHOES now did you? (glares at her)&lt;br /&gt;Jas and me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. At the bookshop at Swak plaza...&lt;br /&gt;Noel (happily) Eh Siaw! I bet you like this book.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (eager) Is it? Where? What?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (evilly holds up a book titled MICE!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: %&amp;)&amp;amp;%#)&amp;$#)(*&amp;amp;(#$!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after Tun Jugah, we debated whether to go movies or dinner first. Considering that it was already 6.30 and most of the movies were starting at 7, we decided to go to movies first. And since we didn't want to cross roads, we decided to take the up-and-down-the-hill walk, past Hilton carpark and some sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting to the hill...&lt;br /&gt;Me: How exactly are we going to cross the road in one piece?&lt;br /&gt;All look at the cars zooming by NON STOP.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Easy! We just run!&lt;br /&gt;Takes off across the road with cars still speeding by.&lt;br /&gt;Tan, Van and me: OY! YOU WANT TO DIE ISSIT?!&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, he made it through without getting run over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And then when walking past Hilton carpark...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (walks across the road and doesn't notice a huge black Mercedes about to turn into the road)&lt;br /&gt;Tan, Van: (from behind) SIAW! CAR!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (turns as car comes nearer) What?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (bellows from behind me) GET OFF THE ROAD DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (jumps and starts to run)&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Tan and Noel kept quarreling the whole way to Star. And then when we passed by the school...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Eh Siaw, you see that school? Me and Tan used to come here for Chinese classes.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Ya, we've been friends since childhood already. Together with (some girl can't remember what's the name)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Tan and Noel start fighting over something again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (annoyed they've been fighting all the way downhill) Aiyo, don't fight liao la. Maklumlah, you two childhood sweetheart bah.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (absentmindedly heard me say childhood friend or smth I think) But (the other girl) not here bah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You got so many childhood sweetheart mer?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Pause for quite sometime as Tan and me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (comprehension dawns) WHY YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Reaction time so slow. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the ticketing booth, it was about 6.45 Tan and me wanted to watch X men but NOOO the others had to watch it already. So we ended up watching Benchwarmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it was so funny. The whole way throughout the movie we were all laughing like hell. Rob Schneider and David Spade are really funny. If you like lighthearted comedies, you really should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston joined us in the cinema and sat next to Tan coz nearer to the aisle. He came and stayed for... 5 mins? His friends ask him to go out after that and he went. Simply put by Tan, he paid 5 bucks for a movie he watched for only 5 minutes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movies, we were quarelling over where to eat: McD or D Aliff at Main Bazaar, Waterfront. Wound up at D Aliff which Tan claimed was so near but actually was far. Bahhh... never trust her on directional skills liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel ordered a crab burger. Tan ordered Black Pepper Crab and rice. Jeremiah, Jas, Margaret, me and Van ordered fried rice with one huge keropok :) The food there isn't half bad. The only thing was that we took such a long time arguing over the food (first we argued whether we should have individual or group sharing and then we argued about the drinks whether we should get normal drinks or smoothies then we argued about which food was nicer than we argued about the price and whether it was worth it and we had enough money to pay) that the waiter was obviously pissed with us when we finally placed our orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan and Jeremiah continue to quarrel over dinner after that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, smth funny...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knew Tan ordered Black Pepper Crab coz she told us and besides, we could smell black pepper on her crab when it came...&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah: Gimme some la...&lt;br /&gt;Tan: No.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah: Gimme some la...&lt;br /&gt;Tan: No.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah: Please la...&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Ok la. You can take the gravy.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah: (scoops us gravy and just about to eat it then) Wait, this is black pepper hah?&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Well duh.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah: (whines) Woyyyyy, why you didnt tell me?!&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Because you're black ( tugs at Jeremiah's black shirt) Pepper bah! (starts laughing to herself)&lt;br /&gt;All of us: ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we walked all the way to McD to wait for our parents. And I kept threatening everyone who disturbed me on the way that if they didn't stop, I would throw them into the river. In the end...&lt;br /&gt;Van: You keep saying you want to throw ppl in the river... issit coz you want to be thrown into the river yourself hiah?&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Yala, must be her secret desire...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oy!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: Come, we throw you in right now! (darts towards me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOOOO.... (puts a burst of speed and run towards Tan who's far in front)&lt;br /&gt;So glad that we reached McD soon after that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at about 10.30 that night after following Noel's car together with Van. Lol. Ahh, not bad la. Will prob be the last time we really hang out. What with 2nd term exams coming. And then Mock. And then SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much studying... NOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better go study mua Physics now. I still got Sej and Bio to study for next weeks tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114990786674700641?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114990786674700641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114990786674700641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114990786674700641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114990786674700641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/bah.html' title='Bah...'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114983121215989606</id><published>2006-06-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:33:32.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it</title><content type='html'>Warning: Random ranting up ahead. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's war. By golly I have declared war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could take it when that stupid squirrel of a Noel called me small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stand it when he called me short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live with it when he called me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could understand when he called me abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the final straw: calling me ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes fist at squirrel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's &lt;/strong&gt;it. You're dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have declared war! This is war! BETWEEN ME AND THE STUPID RODENT OF A SQUIRREL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All family ties are broken! YOU - I NOT FAMILY ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, I removed myself from the rodent family a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WAR! WAR YOU HEAR ME YOU NASTY LITTLE NUT-EATING FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGGER YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114983121215989606?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114983121215989606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114983121215989606&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114983121215989606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114983121215989606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114968318962714636</id><published>2006-06-07T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:26:37.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ba-a-ack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, lovely people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just got back from KL yesterday at freaking 7.30 in the morning. Now that doesn't sound so bad when its typed out, but do you know what time I had to wake up and get to the airport? Gah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, it's a loooong story, and since I'm too bloody lazy to study, I shall bore you with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KL was actually quite fun and the shopping was good. I've worked out a way to get disgustingly expensive clothes without actually having to pay for it. And no, it's not by letting my parents or boyfriend fork out the cash. Honestly, I don't like it when that happens. It's like being in debt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to the topic. As my mom is the same size, I can actually convince her to get it, and then I borrow. Good plan. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;List of what 'I' Got:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) White Top -Esprit (RM199)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) White Top-Esprit (RM139)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Brown Jacket - Zara (RM199)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She bought herself loads of other stuff, but those were the ones I like. Now what I really got...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Pink Top - Esprit (RM39) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Green SLippers - Vincci (Rm59)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Nike shoes - (I will not state the price because it was so freaking expensive. But it was a one off. Those were limited edition, ok? THey were bloody cute.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Black top -Nafnaf (RM79)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Tan skirt - MNG (RM139)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what I bought for my lovely friends... Well, actually, I bought quite a lot of things for you people. But I shall not list it out because I can't quite remember what I got. I know I got Siaw's bday present (but it got rather squished, sorry.), Chin Boon's bday present... something for Kim, Winnie, Siaw (again), Emm... because they always get me stuff when they go travelling. I think I got something for Elaine too. Oh, and Cher, but I'll go into that later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes, I have an amazing memory for prices and anything related to shopping and fashion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing much out of the ordinary happened in KL. Except this really abrupt trip to Genting. Love Genting outdoor theme park. AHAHAHA. Roller coasters ROCK! Sad as it is, usually the rides are closed when I go because of heavy mist, but this time it was open, thank lord. So YAY! I went on pretty much every thrill ride. Love those things. I really don't get why people are so scared of them. (Yes, I know all about the person being flung off in the Sunway ride etc etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still remember the space shot ride. God, that was a good one. And the odd thing is, I'm terrified of heights. Standing on the 3rd floor of the mall and looking down into the open square makes me feel dizzy. Yet, I enjoyed a ride the takes you way, way up into the sky, until all you can see is the white white mist/clouds. Then drops you down at terrifying speed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was the first time I went on that ride, and when I got on and sat down, I was freaking scared. AS it jolted up and I looked down, I was kicking myself, my internal monologue went something like&lt;/strong&gt;: I want to get off, I want to get offfffff...  why did I do this? I am SUCH an idiot. I will fall. I will faaaaallllll!!! EEEK&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;(The thing plunges&lt;/em&gt;  down.) &lt;em&gt;OMG! THIS IS SO GREAT! WAHOOOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, it rocked. My stomach was up in my throat and I was laughing my ass off. The two men sitting beside me were screaming. Ha diddly ha ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The negative thing is, I've found out that I'm allergic to... wait for it... changes in temperature. I've always had sensitive skin, so I can't use cheap face stuff. Wanna know if the gunk you're slathering on your face is good? Test it on my skin, if it doesn't inflame and burst into rash, its a winner. Ask Tan, I used her face wash once, and I came back the next day with a puffy face. Gah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to the skin specialist to see why my skin kept working itself up, and I've found out that it doesn't like cold weather.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What she said&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Because it's cold, it's drier, so your skin reacts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is meant: You are going to become a rashy puffer fish when you go study in UK or wherever next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't that lovely? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywho, I should still be in KL actually, visiting June now, but the dates were mixed up. Gah. Since I had no place to stay, needed to call up airport, get on the waiting list of like 3 flights the next day and cross my fingers. So I got up at 3.00 am and rushed to the airport even though I was on standby. Basically, there was a 50/50 chance I would be there the whole day. I wasn't too disturbed, really, the airport has a shopping centre and a food court. But I got lucky, I guess and made it on the 5.35 am flight. Got back to Kuching and slept until noon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I can always visit after SPM. (Not however, if i don't start studying because i am SO panicking right now. Well. No, I'm lying. Because if i were, I wouldn't be on the com.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Anyody here a size 7/8 and wants a pair of ballet flats? THey're really cute. I got them for Cher, but apparently, not the correct pair so I'm not sure if she'll like them. If she doesn't I'll sell 'em. They're brand new! I'd keep them myself but my mom'll kill me if I get more shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114968318962714636?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114968318962714636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114968318962714636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114968318962714636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114968318962714636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-ba-ack.html' title='I&apos;m Ba-a-ack!'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114932219026379650</id><published>2006-06-03T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:09:51.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Gallery (2)</title><content type='html'>Continuation of the last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pst. I didn't manage to study bio. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/The%20kid%20in%20sjane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh, the kid in sjane. LOL. Sorry, sjane, couldn't resist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Meet%20mama%20apple%20and%20baby%20apple.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meet Mama apple. She gave birth to baby apple. And Van is their guardian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anywho, I got to go off to church now. The rest of the pics later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114932219026379650?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114932219026379650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114932219026379650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114932219026379650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114932219026379650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/picture-gallery-2.html' title='Picture Gallery (2)'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114931683109065269</id><published>2006-06-03T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:40:31.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Gallery</title><content type='html'>Haha. I abandoned the blog for about a week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry blog! Ampun maaf. Twas busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am supposed to TRY to study for bio now. But oh phoo, too lazy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was hardworking enought to drag myself upstairs to get my cam to get the Miri pics. Oh. And Noel gave me some too. So here goes the overdue pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jas, Sjane and Kim. Feel free to steal the pics from this blog. I'm only putting it up because I know some of you have been ga gaing at the pics I got. HAHA. And this is for you Kim, since you always steal pics off my blog... HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because the blog is so dull without pics. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Kim%2C%20Sally%2C%20Jas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kim, Sal and Jas. Aww, don't they look sweet? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/1600/Kim%20at%20Petro%20Museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Kim%2C%20me%2C%20Sal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh don't we look so like family? Haha. That's kim, me and sally at the beautiful fountain in beautiful Mariott. Damn. I miss Mariott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kim with a few of her *ahem* men. Wait a minute. They're stone. HAHAHA. Ok sorry, was mean of me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/I%20spoiled%20the%20pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*hyperventilates* I know! I know! I SPOILED THE POSE! Hurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Grand%20Old%20Lady%20of%20Miri.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Grand Old Lady of Miri. Yep, she's Old but she's NO LADY! She's just a steel tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Curtin%20uni.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In the conference room in Curtin Uni. Fyi, I took this photo. And then I almost nodded off to sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Bus%20ride....jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss the boring old bus ride... HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/The%20bridge%20and%20us.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the Miri City Fan, some of us "monkeys" decided to "hang" from the bridge while the rest of us were more civilized and prefered to watch on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Six%20girls%20on%20a%20bridge....jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And these are the six ladies of the bridge. Haha. Yes Sjane and Jas, you can steal this one if you want to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6179/1153/320/Bridge%20people.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And these ladies and gentleman, are the bridge ppl of Miri City Fan. Sorry the pic's small. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well the stupid blog refuses to take in any more pictures. Phoo. Just as it was beginning to get interesting. And funny. Dang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anywhoz, I'd post the others sometime. Need to take a bathe now. And then *deep shuddering breath* bio, here I come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114931683109065269?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114931683109065269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114931683109065269&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114931683109065269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114931683109065269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/picture-gallery.html' title='Picture Gallery'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114922476342276536</id><published>2006-06-01T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:06:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off I go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I go to KL. Minor problem being that June is in Bangkok and I just realised I have no idea what time she gets back. Dammit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor is there anyone in her house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great. Because my family is leaving early and I'm supposed to stay with her. But... will there be anyone there? :S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah well. No sense worrying (too much) about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The holidays stretch before me, and I am lazy bum. Lol. Have done nothing useful. The movie my piano teacher wanted me to watch sucks. I thought it would be one of those cool biographies where they show the artist growing up, his personal problems etc. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. It's just a really boring documentary. Like Lee Lip's EST presentation. (no offense Lips, but I fell asleep both times.) It's about Evgeny Kissin (how d'you spell that name?), I mean, yes, he's a really talented musician and all, and when he plays pieces by Franz Liszt I really felt something... but come on... i CANNOT watch someone playing the bloody piano for 2 hours. That and seeing the same pics over and over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides, I can't play the piano now. I cut my finger with a knife. LOl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not easy to open a milk carton with a kitchen knife, ok? And I haven't seen the scissors for a year. You saw the stupid cardboard and then THWAP the blade slams into your little finger and blood spurts out. And the maid just stares at you while you bleed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I got blood on the table. So unhelpful. (or maybe not, cause then it could end up like Raja Bersiung)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I put iodine (i think) on it, and after quite a while, it stopped bleeding. Which is good, because i thought that biology was lying. All that about fibrin and fibrinogen, bla bla bla blood clot. My blood sure as hell didn't clot, it flowed like Hwang He in China. Never mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's split at the side, and if I put any pressure on it, it bursts. Icky. Plus, my finger is yellow thanks to the iodine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I have adopted a pink penguin. A virtual one. Seeing as how I am totally hopeless when it comes to pets -my brother's turtle ATE my turtle. bloody cannible- Check the bottom of the page! See my little Snuffles! Luv snuffles. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know, totally randomly, but you hate guys who hurt your friends? Especially one of your closest ones? When I was talking to her yesterday, I really felt like stabbing the bastard. Just wait till I see him again. GRR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.S: Check out &lt;a href="http://www.topshop.com"&gt;www.topshop.com&lt;/a&gt;. Jylene introduced it to me. SO IN LOVE WITH THE STUFF THERE. EEEE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying of the day: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Analyzing humour is like dissecting a frog. Nobody enjoys it and the frog usually dies. - Life is Beautiful (can't remember authoress's name), Fictionpress.net.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114922476342276536?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114922476342276536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114922476342276536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114922476342276536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114922476342276536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/06/off-i-go.html' title='Off I go...'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114904596159040682</id><published>2006-05-30T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:26:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of slacking off</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yawn)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello lovely people. Holidays have started, and I have done absolutely no studying. Have filled up my hours watching drama serials.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drama serials are goooooooood. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEt's see, so addicted to 'it started with a kiss'. A bit long-winded honestly, but it wouldn't be a taiwanese drama serial if it wasn't, right? lol. Anyway, lovely, lovely story. The guy... not that good-looking lah, honestly. Not bad, and I think the more I watch the more I like him. From certain angles, he looks like Zai zai. But his hairstyle is SO weird. The first few episodes not bad, the suddenly, it became all fluffy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl... ok lah. Very nice eyes. Joanne keeps insisting she's fat, but really not leh.  I only watched until episode 20, then I had to stop. :'( Emm's fault leh. Wanted to get the next 2 discs from her yesterday afternoon, she say still haven't finished. Pass to me today during tuition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODAY GOT NO TUITION.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiyah, Emmeline. And my driver isn't working again. How to pick up from your house?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had nothing to do, and i think by now it's quite obvious that my plan to study very hard until friday (the day I go KL. YAY.) is not working. :( The most I can say is at least I practiced piano. Usually never practice. But even then, it's not because I felt guilty, it's because I was watching 'I not stupid 2' and the disc jammed. So had to wait for it to get to the part i wanted since the bloody remote control disappeared 2 years ago. It has never been seen since.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But 'I not stupid 2' is v. nice. Joshua Ang damn cute. Cherling and Winnie, ok lah, Tom not that bad looking, but whatever, Cheng Chai still cuter. It was a good movie, anyway. A lot darker than the first one. Actually, I got a bit confused, because I assumed it was a continuation, if so, where was Terry? And how come Terry's mother is the principal? And in the first one, Cheng Chai was called Wen Fu, and he only had his mother. How come suddenly had father but no mother? Plus, he was getting v. good results leh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gave up in the end and settled back to enjoy the movie. TRied to. Let me say this to people who do not know how to speak chinese. When other people are watching, and you suddenly turn up to sit next to them with a hundred and one questions, it's goddamn annoying. Especially at the scene where cheng chai's father was dying. Then said people (whose names shall not be mentioned) came along and said, "What's happening? IS he dying? He's going to die right? What's he saying? Is that his kid? What happened to the guy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyoh, really felt like yelling. DO NOT SPOIL A GOOD SCENE.  Their own fault they didn't want to learn bloody chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost cried while I was watching it actually. And i'm not the type who goes around sobbing at movies (thank gawd). Almost though. It was soooo sad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I shall now dig around for more movies. There's one my music teacher wants me to watch... to inspire me or something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114904596159040682?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114904596159040682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114904596159040682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114904596159040682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114904596159040682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-slacking-off.html' title='Of slacking off'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114856956867357980</id><published>2006-05-25T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:06:08.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes... from everywhere?</title><content type='html'>One of these days I'd probably give you a tour of my room via photos. Oh and post the overdue photos of Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But camera's in my room upstairs. So... far... so lazy to get. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on with the random jokes from everywhere. In my life la, dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were playing this memory snap game. Me, Muz, Kok, Ak, Emm and Khang. So we were supposed to make up names for ourselves. And if we open the same cards, then we have to yell out the oth person's name first before our name gets yelled out. So Kok and Muz being the perverted ppl they are :P gave themselves the names of (due to younger readers reading this lol it shall be thus censored) P* and V*. If you're smart and dirty minded you'd get it la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, both me and Muz opened the same cards, and he was laughing so hard he couldn't say my name so I yelled out: V* instead.&lt;br /&gt;The entire class turned to stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Khang was the one who laughed the longest, the loudest and the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the table collapsed into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jas, we'd just keep our little joke between me and you. Okay? YOU know what I'm talking about. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we have the ever blur Kim asking me...&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Siaw Hui, is Gawaii over yet?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Khang who is so obssessed with the Big Boss mug we bought for Gerald Lee...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (holds up the mug and wails pathetically) Why no one give me this leee?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Coz you don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: But...&lt;br /&gt;Ak: Just coz you're class monitor doesn't mean you're the boss of us.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: But...&lt;br /&gt;Me: AIYAH NEVER SEE MUG ISSIT?&lt;br /&gt;Ak: GO AWAY LA!&lt;br /&gt;Poor Khang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Khang is also obssessed with ribbons and curls. He made this bow for himself to wear. It's bright purple and he looks RIDICULOUS with it around his neck. And he calls himself the dealer of the UNO cards when he wears it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made some really long and dangling curls using the same bright purple ribbons and turning to me...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (holds the curls from his ears so it looks like earrings) Look Siaw Hui! I'm Elton John!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when poor Jas was trying to finish her EST and I was sitting right in front of her...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Eh, Siaw Hui is it you finish already?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (annoyed because I'm trying to read book) Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Aiyah, you keep quiet la you.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (not mortified) Eh is that book nice?&lt;br /&gt;Jas: I tell you you keep quiet. (punches Khang)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yealah, ppl want to do work keep quiet la.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Eh Siaw Hui can borrow your Add Maths hw?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go take it from my desk and stop bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Is ...&lt;br /&gt;Jas: YOU KEEP QUIET UNTIL I FINISH MY WORK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Khang: (whines) But I want to annoy Siaw Hui!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jas: YOU SHUDDUP LA YOU! (Jas punches again)&lt;br /&gt;Poor Khang Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And when we were in Miri, Van called me on the hp when we were in the airport. She was on the earlier flight which departed 2 hours ahead of my flight. So she was in the departure hall and I was in the store buying Emm her butterfly pen...&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Van's name flashing across handphone and I pick up) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;I hear Van hyperventilating on the phone like she got asthma attack...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh... Van?&lt;br /&gt;More hyperventilating.&lt;br /&gt;Mtyp: (next to me) Why? W'ho's that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You listen la. (presses phone against MTYP's ear)&lt;br /&gt;Mtyp: ??&lt;br /&gt;Me: (takes back phone) Uh, Van?&lt;br /&gt;Van: (in between VERY BAD hyperventilation) Our... flight... got...delayed...till...6.30...which...is...just...half...an...hour...before...yours...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;Van: (continues hyperventilating)&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I hear someone whining in a very high pitch voice going Why? Why? WHY? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Van: WE GOT DELAYED.&lt;br /&gt;The whining grows louder.&lt;br /&gt;It's then I realize that it's Jasmine whining in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Btw, Bryant in my church had a very enlightening convo with my friend Ruth...&lt;br /&gt;Bryant: I'm gonna play with this.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant: (getting annoyed) Because it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: (annoyingly) Why?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant: Because it spins.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: (EVEN more annoyingly) Why?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant: (screams) IF YOU ASK ME WHY ONE MORE TIME I"M GONNA ASK YOUR MOMMY TO SPANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: Okay, I get my mommy to spank you too lo.&lt;br /&gt;Bryant: (calms down and pauses to think) Okay, nevermind, we both cry together okay?&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little kids were playing with the whiteboard and whiteboard marker the other day. Playing hangman...&lt;br /&gt;A little girl called Eunice asks: This is a place in the Bible. What is it? (the place got six blanks)&lt;br /&gt;Her little sister (very cute), Beatrice: Circus!&lt;br /&gt;Ruth and Rebecca (my friends): ...&lt;br /&gt;Was that in the bible? Never saw it if it were. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leticia sat on my lap while I was doing LCD the other day. So I taught her how to press simple buttons to run the slide show. The moment she saw Bryant...&lt;br /&gt;She hopped off my lap, crashed into the keyboard, sending it to the ground and yelled, BRYANT!&lt;br /&gt;And since it was during the prayer and altar call time (as in ppl getting prayed for and everyth very quiet) everyone turned to stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, stupid old me with the keyboard wires entwined around me and a little kid tugging my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agan fell asleep in his chair in church the oth day. He was sitting next to my friend Rachael. So he was nodding off to sleep and he started to incline towards her...&lt;br /&gt;Rach: (hisses to me sitting in front of her) Siaw Hui... SIAW HUI!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (turns around) What?&lt;br /&gt;Rach: (almost hyperventilating) You - look - at - HIM -&lt;br /&gt;Me: (notices that his head is almost hitting Rach's shoulder though she's leaning very far away from him. She can't switch seats because all seats next to her taken)&lt;br /&gt;Lydia turns around and we start laughing quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Rach: (glares at the sleeping boy fiercely) You come any closer and I'd scratch your face!&lt;br /&gt;Agan suddenly wakes up the moment she says this and catches me and Lydia laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Agan: (scowls) What are you ppl laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh nothing. (turns around and snorts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. And Silas' sleeping habits quite cool. He can fall asleep on his Bible while propping the Bible in his hand. Hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I heard from Rebecca, both Agan and me fell asleep in church last Sunday. So I know I fell asleep, I didn't know he fell asleep too. Anyway, she was sitting in the middle of us...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (fallen asleep and starts inclining towards Rebecca who's on my left)&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Oh no, Siaw Hui, no.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (continues inclining)&lt;br /&gt;Becca: (leans to her left and hisses) No, no...&lt;br /&gt;Agan who was nodding off to sleep starts inclining towards her who's on his right.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: (practically petrified) Oh NO.&lt;br /&gt;Agan continues leaning towards her. Rach and Lydia sitting in front turn around and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: (tries to squeeze herself to make herself smaller) Help me...&lt;br /&gt;The Bible I'm holding in my limp hands finally fall to the ground making a huge BAM sound.&lt;br /&gt;Both Agan and me spring awake and the entire church turns to stare.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: (sighs in relief) THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wha...? (picks up Bible) I fell asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: (glares at me and then at Agan who's about to fall asleep again) YES YOU DID. AND NEXT TIME YOU DO, MAKE SURE YOUR HEAD HEADS IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (blank) Huh... Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. And there's this little boy called Nat who's learning to talk in church. So he's been calling everything he sees APPLE (pronounced as APPEL by him)...&lt;br /&gt;Nat: (looks at potted flowers near stage) APPEL!&lt;br /&gt;Silas: (coming down from stage with Agan, Jon and me) Hey NAT!&lt;br /&gt;Nat: (looks at him quietly for a while then he points at Silas) APPEL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (snorting) Silas, looks like you got a new name.&lt;br /&gt;Silas: No!&lt;br /&gt;Nat: (laughs gleefully and points to Silas solemtnly) APPEL!&lt;br /&gt;Agan, Jon and me collapse into helpless laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. So late already. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114856956867357980?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114856956867357980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114856956867357980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114856956867357980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114856956867357980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/jokes-from-everywhere.html' title='Jokes... from everywhere?'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114847658053582556</id><published>2006-05-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T06:16:20.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I figure I'll just babble about random things. Nothing to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooting was horrijible, terrijible and vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning I woke up, my throat was so sore I was literally croaking. Couldn't speak. Drank about 3l of water in a few hours and kept eating lozenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point anyway, the moot sucked, the booklet in mooting gave false instructions and the judges were biased. I may not be all that experienced, but I'm pretty damn sure it's not normal to tell the kid what she's supposed to say after you asked the question and then look all pleased when she repeats exactly what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the whole choice of what subjects to take when i finally go to college. My parents are telling me to take all the sciency subjects i have no interest in. So far, my choice are (are they even MY choices?):&lt;br /&gt;1) Econs - the hell?&lt;br /&gt;2) Physics - not that bad, i guess&lt;br /&gt;3) Chem - ewwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;4) Bio -eww&lt;br /&gt;5) Art - my first voluntary choice&lt;br /&gt;6) English - 2nd voluntary choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe point is, I can drop subjects I don't like, but at this rate, all i'll have left is art and english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go KL soon. YAY. Shopping here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114847658053582556?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114847658053582556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114847658053582556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114847658053582556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114847658053582556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114810201361148741</id><published>2006-05-20T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:13:33.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up Call</title><content type='html'>Yes, Khang, not about Miri trip again. But I feel like I must say this. And I don't care if ppl laugh at me. Or ppl will kill me for saying this or whatever! JUDGE ME IF YOU MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah hell, here goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys! Gals! All my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, guys, wake up! All of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop feeling depressed! Stop feeling like you can't go on. Because you know what? You can go on! You're who you are! You're humans! You have ... uhh... survival tools to your advantage! Go on get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel morbid. It's not good for you. Trust me. Been through that stage already. Am still going through. I know I'm a hypocrite to ask all of you to cheer up when I myself am botching that job. But hell, I'm trying. YOU ALL MUST TRY TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, I know. It's so bloody hard. But we all must try! Look on the other side of life. Look on the other side of the world. Appreciate what you have. Appreciate what YOU are. Come on ppl! BOOST YOUR SPIRITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so sad to see all of you looking so down, and looking so dejected. I'm a sucker for empathy. I know, because my brother always teases me about it. But I don't care, empathy is the core of me. Getting rid of me would mean I wouldn't care about you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ppl. We can pull through this. It's all - all teenage angst. We can pull through it. Together. Hold on and hold tight, if we just help each other everytime one falls, we just - we just might pull through. We just might keep afloat in this sea of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am morbid. Need I make myself feel even more guilty because my morbidness is seemingly rubbing off on all of you? Need I make myself even more sad because I can't do anything to help you guys cheer up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on. Kampate. We can pull through this together. Don't feel sad. It takes more muscles to frown than to smile. KAMPATE! GET THROUGH THIS PPL! WE"D GO THROUGH TOGETHER! WE"D PULL THROUGH TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, you might think Siaw Hui doesn't know what she's talking about. But believe me, though I don't know why you're feeling depressed, I know how it FEELS to be depressed. You feel like you're the lowest of low. You don't know where to go on from here. You feel so lost. You feel like if you could go back in time mebbe you can pick up your pieces and do it all over again, better this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guys, come on, you know what? Things happen for a reason. God sets the stars in place, He aligns all our past, present and future, He sets events in place and sets them in motion. We are just in His hands. Fall back into the events, let them go on like they should. All you do now is to cheer yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's hard. I KNOW. Am still trying to work on my own morbidness. And yes, if you feel like you want to blog out all your depression or cry it all out. Go ahead. At least we'd know that something's wrong with you. But please, after it all, please try to cheer up. It hurts to know that I cant help you ppl cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up call people! WAKE UP SMELL THE ROSES! I KNOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOUR NOSE IS STUFFED UP COZ YOU'RE JUST TOO SAD TO SMELL BEST PARTS OF LIFE BUT COME ON KAMPATE YOU HAVE TO DO IT! FOR THE SAKE OF YOURSELF IF NOT FOR ME! SMILING IS BETTER THAN BEING DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up call! Wake up call! Cheerio! CHEERIO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now you can go ahead and call me a hypocrite in my comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I made an effort to get all the laughter back onto your faces. Your scoldings would be worth it. Who knows, maybe your scoldings will make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKING UP PPL! DON"T FEEL DOWN ANYMORE! CHEER UP! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114810201361148741?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114810201361148741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114810201361148741&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114810201361148741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114810201361148741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up Call'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114804994551107955</id><published>2006-05-19T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:45:45.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Time</title><content type='html'>I know Khang Wee I know! I'm supposed to write about Miri trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, feeling pretty morbid tonight. Must be coz I'm sleepy and that stupid SHUNT QUESTION IN PHYSICS WHICH I GOT WRONG JUST COZ I CALCULATED WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cooling down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was in a morbid mode tonight, I decided to write a poem called One Last Time. Yeah, yeah. It's about girl and guy again. I can see Van wagging her eyebrows. I CAN SEE IT! And again, NO it's nothing to do with me. It was just inspired by some sob love story I watched with mua mum last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoz, it's about a girl who likes a boy who likes another girl. YEP LOVE TRIANGLE! Haha. Ok ok. On with the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And comment on it ya? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Last Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: Wong Siaw Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was at the wishing well tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tossed a coin into its depths&lt;br /&gt;Closed my eyes and said a prayer:&lt;br /&gt;How I wish this pain would end –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the coin going under&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the sinking coin&lt;br /&gt;Is synonymous with my heart&lt;br /&gt;As invisible tears streaked my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say is –&lt;br /&gt;Save the last dance for me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand and waltz with me&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight where dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Let me look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And smile once more without this pain&lt;br /&gt;Just for one last night&lt;br /&gt;Just for –&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it’d turn out like this&lt;br /&gt;A fairytale was what I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;But in this world the law dictates&lt;br /&gt;That impossibilities are never made real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me more than ever&lt;br /&gt;When you turned around to say:&lt;br /&gt;That friends were what we would ever be&lt;br /&gt;That she was who your heart was with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say is –&lt;br /&gt;Save the last dance for me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand and waltz with me&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight where dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Let me look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And smile once more without this pain&lt;br /&gt;Just for one last night&lt;br /&gt;Just for –&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever believe me&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that&lt;br /&gt;All my life, all my words&lt;br /&gt;Are just part of a façade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all you can never tell&lt;br /&gt;How hard one has fallen&lt;br /&gt;How saddened one can be&lt;br /&gt;When love given is not repaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say is this –&lt;br /&gt;Save the last dance for me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand and waltz with me&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight where dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Let me look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And smile once more without this pain&lt;br /&gt;Just for one last night&lt;br /&gt;Just for –&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen that we could&lt;br /&gt;Never be more than what we are&lt;br /&gt;Tried to block out the truth&lt;br /&gt;That you gave your heart to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flower borne by the wind&lt;br /&gt;Caught it in my shaking hand&lt;br /&gt;Crushed the lovely petals&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that my heart feels exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say is this –&lt;br /&gt;Save the last dance for me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand and waltz with me&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight where dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Let me look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And smile once more without this pain&lt;br /&gt;Just for one last night&lt;br /&gt;Just for –&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Finito~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114804994551107955?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114804994551107955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114804994551107955&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114804994551107955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114804994551107955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-last-time.html' title='One Last Time'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114786856694256292</id><published>2006-05-17T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:22:47.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miri (2)</title><content type='html'>Actually, was kind of lz to blog the rest of Miri. Coz well excitement die down liao bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, stupid class monitor of a Khang ask me to do it so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I can always have this in my blog archive to laugh about it one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2 - Friday (12/5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was free. Actually, we were supposed to go Curtin in the morning but since Curtin had a graduation day in the morning, the visit was postponed to the afternoon. We were supposed to meet up by 12.30 though.&lt;br /&gt;The guys were supposed to have a football match at 6 in the morn? Or smth like that. 5B boys against 5C boys. But, I suspect, most of them couldn't wake up in time. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I woke up at 6.30 to find that Tan was already up and awake in the gym. So Kim and I showered and then we got ready for breakfast. Went down to fetch Van, Sal and Jas before we went though.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, while most ppl were using the sport facilities, the six of us went up to my room. Cyn, Tan them all went swimming and since we were neighbours, we ended up being caretakers of their belongings. But neh, I ain't complaining. Coz Cyn left her ipod together with its speakers with us. So for the next hour and a half Kim, Van and I benefited from all the 1000 songs in that ipod. Jas and Sal left us halfway to have a little walk in Marriott's beautiful garden. Small but absolutely loaded with cool and blooming flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Tan didn't bring her swimwear and ended up wearning some tank top together with like 5 layers of underwear. One of them saying I'm sexy. Me and Kim were like laughing our heads off when we saw that until she stormed out the door to the pool. And considering the 5 underwears she wore, she practically hogged the laundry line with all of them when she got back and washed them. The horror of having to get rid of all of them when we wanted to bathe (the laundry line was in the way of the shower)&lt;br /&gt;At about 11 Kim started to shower. When she came out, Tan came back and so we pitied her and let her go bathe first (anywhoz, she stank of CHLORINE) By the time I got into the bathroom, it was 15 minutes to 12.30. I came out of the bathroom at 12.25, hopping into my socks and then my shoes. At just about this time, Cyn walks into our room, complete in her swimming outfit...&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: (stares at an uniformed clad Kim, Tan and me who's running like a mad idiot getting into my shoes) Oy, change so early for what.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (spots sought after red tie on Tan's bed and pounces on it with right hand while left hand pulls up sock) Early mer?&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: Ya. Meeting isn't until 1 right?&lt;br /&gt;Kim, me and Tan stare at her, me frantically slinging tie around neck.&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Uhh Cyn. Meeting is at 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: Even then not yet time wad.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Lu si beh gong kuan. IT"S 12 25 ALREADY YOU IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: (grabs my left hand to look at my watch just as I'm about to tie tie) OH NO! I HAVEN"T BATHE YET!&lt;br /&gt;Cyn runs frantically back to room.&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: WINNIE! WHO"S BATHING!&lt;br /&gt;Winnie: Pivian.&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: PIVIAN PIVIAN! CAN I BATHE WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;God that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing like anything, Kim Tan and me stumble out of the room, my untied tie getting almost caught in the door. Fortunately didn't. Even though how much Tan tried to get it wedged there. :P&lt;br /&gt;We finally left for Curtin. Yes, even Cyn made it on time. Why? Coz she jumped into the shower to bathe while Pivian was still brushing her teeth. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Don't really remember the trip there. I was sleeping the whole way. Huahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a REALLY boring tour throughout the campus. The only cool thing about it was probably this council room. It had this Parliament style to it. You know horseshoes on two different levels. And huahaha, I sat on the higher level; Sal and Kim beside me. OOOOO and we got lollipops too. Haha. Ended up everyone started sucking their lolipops!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then there was this Curtin video with Curtin students saying how good Curtin is. And when this Chinese guy started to talk about his experiences and the China flag popped up to indicate his nationality, everyone went CHINA! And grinned evilly at Khang. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on tour the REAL campus. Got some refreshments before moving on. When some of the guys saw the Lakeside Apartments (which are accomodation for students)...&lt;br /&gt;Guide: So that is the Lakeside Apartment...&lt;br /&gt;Dex: Wahh, so lousy wan mer?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stares at him.&lt;br /&gt;Dex: Uhh, actually quite good la.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. But I have to admit. It looks shabby.&lt;br /&gt;After the hideously long (and hot) tour of Curtin, we finalyl took a group photo (Muz has it) and clattered back into the bus.&lt;br /&gt;And this is when we realize that our bus driver has a knack for always grinning at ppl. Esp Tan. EHHHH... ;) LOL&lt;br /&gt;After Curtin, it was back to the hotel again to have a rest before coming out to dinner. Not much interesting stuff happening then though.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we went to some Malay restaurant whose food was spicy and MTYP and Van almost died from eating them. Proof: To keep themselves from dying from such food, they drank lotsa lotsa iced juice. Huahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the Miri International Jazz Festival (MIJF). And here there was a huge confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine at first. Everyone seemingly got their tags to enter... until there were left six of the ppl from our tour. The tickets, it seemed, was less than the supposed 40. There was a huge frenzy. And we started calling those who had entered the festival to come back to sort the whole mess out. And then we realized...&lt;br /&gt;Those missing tickets? WERE WITH AIDAN AND NOEL. Wanna know why? Coz those stupid organizers go give them tickets when they weren't supposed to! The tickets were supposed to be kept temporarily by the organizers not them. And what more, they gave Aidan and Noel three each!! Memang man...&lt;br /&gt;With the whole thing sorted out, we went in and managed to catch the last part of the first act: some jazz band from Swak. They were cool.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, there was some weird classical jazz from a Korean lady who, in my opinion, kept screaming the lyrics. And it was... the whole thing... was weird. I mean, she sang a song on Pancakes man!&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, everyone started to fall asleep one by one. We were supposed to go back at 11.30 that night. But since everyone couldn't stand it, save a few, we managed to bug the teachers to go back at 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Chan brought us back while the other two teachers stayed back to babysit the rest. Damn it. It was the worst decision I made in going back at 10.30. Because of that horribly lady, there was a fantastic band from Aus. DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;We went back. And Kim, Tan and I fell into a deep sleep. Well, Tan had trouble sleeping actually coz Kim and I snored...&lt;br /&gt;Tan tucks herself into bed and tries to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Kim starts to snore.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Dammit, how am I supposed to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Kim stops snoring.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Thank God now I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I start snoring.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;I stop snoring.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: FINALLY...&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I start snoring at the exact same moment.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: ARGGHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;She fell asleep with four pillows heaped over her head.&lt;br /&gt;Kim fell asleep like a butterfly in a cocoon. None of her could be seen under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, Tan woke up to go the bathroom. When she came out, Kim had changed her sleeping position. She had her head propped up against her left hand and her right hand was wiping her nose every once and again as she sniffled. And her legs was in the position like she was standing like a sumo. She awoke yelled at Tan to shut the bathroom light off and fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue the rest of the trip tomorrow. 2nd day was probably the most boring day of all. Not many jokes. Hrumph. Oh yeah, jokes from the 1st day that I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some park which have the suspended bridge (yes the one with ropes and can swing violently)...&lt;br /&gt;Ms Teo was clinging on for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Van laughed at her as we walked past.&lt;br /&gt;She glared at us going WELL CAN YOU BLAME ME?!&lt;br /&gt;Laughed even louded until Sat and Noel started to jump up and down on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Van and I yelled in fright and clung onto the bridge too.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Teo gives a satisfied smirk and goes NOW LOOK WHO"S SCARED NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Cyn tricked me that there was a frog in some pool. So I decided to trick Ms Teo...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (acting frightened as Ms Teo walks towards pool) MS TEO MS TEO! GOT FROG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Teo: (jumps back and screams)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laugh like I want to die) NEH, JUST JOKING!!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Teo: SIIIAAWWWW HUIIIIII!!! (screeches louder and lurching towards me chases me into the bus) YOU COME BACK HERE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114786856694256292?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114786856694256292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114786856694256292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114786856694256292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114786856694256292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/miri-2.html' title='Miri (2)'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114769935979899047</id><published>2006-05-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:22:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miri</title><content type='html'>Huahaha... I'm back at the blog after four days and three nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was Miri? Fun AND tiring. Hum hum. Here goes what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 - Thurs (11/5)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the airport at 6.30. Coz Ms Teo say she'd be there before seven and we all have to be there before 7. Mana tahu. The moment I walk out of the car, NO ONE FROM SCH WAS THERE. Phooey. Then as I was about to drag my bag out, out pops someone in a white t shirt(all of us wear white shirt btw) and I was thinking who the heck was that. The person spotted me also I think and he turned around. It was Noel. And our reactions were:&lt;br /&gt;Me and Noel: (same time) You?&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, everyone started showing up one by one. And for a moment, we thought that we were going to stay in chalets. And this was what Kim had to say about that thought:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, if stay in chalets pretty cool oh.&lt;br /&gt;Jas and Sally: Ya ya!&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (pauses to think) Eh, chalet is by the sea right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya...&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Aisee, I'm scared boh.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jas and Sally: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Coz the sea got pirates mah. What if the pirates break into our chalet?!&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jas and Sal: ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And Sjane was wearing a tshirt saying: Girls will be girls and boys will be toys. Haha. Quite cool boh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the Kch Airport layout is darn stupid. We were supposed to depart from Gate 5. And we walked the whole length of the departure hall on the top floor of the airport... only to find that Gate 5 is downstairs. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we managed to get on the flight in one piece (yeap no casualties due to stupid quarrels and all that) BUT I LOST MY CAMERA POUCH! I left it in the stupid airport coz when I was taking pics for Sally them all, we were asked to board the plane. So since I was holding so many things: my backpack, my camera itself, my handphone and my boarding pass, I managed to dump my camera into the bag but not the pouch. I didn't realize it until we were airbourne. By then too late liao bah. Sigh. Thank God it's just the pouch and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Kim and Van on the flight. And when Kim and me found out we could get free peanuts, we snatched up the lot. Huahaha.&lt;br /&gt;When we landed, I had to call my mum (you know how mums are la) and I had to tell her that I lost the pouch. I got blasted. After that I went to the toilet where ALL the girls went. And since there were only 3 miserable cubicles, we had to line up. While lining up, we were remarking on how Tan was taking a hideously long time in the toilet cubicle...&lt;br /&gt;Sally: Haiyah you Tan ah. So long wan you. Other ppl later than you come out liao lo.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: (muffled) What la!&lt;br /&gt;Me: YEALOR.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Ahh shut up la.&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings so I pick it up. While talking Tan walks out of the toilet and past me and to the sinks.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (puts phone down and noticing Tan's INITIAL toilet cubicle door is still closed) Oy! Tania ah you! So long wan boh you! Ppl come out liao you still haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Tan: (from behind me) WHAT LA YOU I CAME OUT ALREADY YOU BLIND GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (turns around) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Whole toilet erupts into laughter including Ms Teo.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I was peeing, I heard this Chinese lady asking Van about the whole entourage of us...&lt;br /&gt;Lady: (in Mandarin) So where do you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Van: (no one else in toilet so forced to ans in Mandarin) Uh... Kuching?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: (excitedly gabbles in Mandarin) Oh! What school you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Van: Uhh... Lodge?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: (Mandarin) You come here to what? Play? Study?&lt;br /&gt;Van: (looks desperately at me when I walk out of the toilet) Uhh... Uhh&lt;br /&gt;Me: (in Mandarin) We came here to play.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oooh... (walks out of toilet)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we left the airport, Khang Wee dragging a whole box of chicken he brought from Kch for his aunt in Miri. We were laughing and teasing him about it the whole way. Even Mdm Voon and Ms Teo joined us in poking fun at him, saying that we needed the chicken for BBQ. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel but our rooms weren't ready. So after tagging our baggages, we lazed around the lobby for a while (the lobby was really nice but it was not air con bleh) Then we went for Miri City Tour.&lt;br /&gt;While getting to the City Fan and Miri Library, we passed by all these huge election posters... which all belonged to BN. Aiyah. So no competition wan. And what more, Miri only 3 constituents. By the time I left Miri, I could remember all the candidate faces. And some of them were saying that one of the candidates named Lee smth looked like Linus. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to the Lib which had cool potraits done by some local artist. And one of the potrait of a Chinese girl looked like a cross between Sjane and Jackie. And they actually dragged Sjane to the potrait to compare the both. Huahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the real library. And since there were winding stairs, one can actually stand at the bottom of the stairs, be really cheeky and see the underwear of those who are wearing skirts. And that's what one of the guys (can't remember who) were doing until they got scolded by Pivian. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The library was pretty cool. There was the strong room where they keep all the private gov documents. And they have this huge safe, like those leading to gold vaults. But of course can't go in. Then we went to the kid's reading room and then to the garden. The garden had flowers labelled with their names. When passing the plant called JASMINE...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ooh. Jasmine!&lt;br /&gt;Kim, me, Tiff: (shoot evil grin at Jasmine)&lt;br /&gt;Jas: (wails) What!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eeee, so lousy wan. No flower. Only got small buds. (evil grin)&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Chan: Got la. Neh this one over here. (waves hand at Jasmine)&lt;br /&gt;Jas: (fumes)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oy, you supposed to grow on the plant. Get back to the plant liao. You not supposed to come out here. Later no nutrients then you die ah.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I got whacked mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;There was a plant named Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow. Noel made some stupid lame joke about it but can't remember liao.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the City Fan and took this group photo on a Chinese-looking bridge in the park. And Chiew and Dexter went to take a couple-paktohing-on-bench pic. Damn funny. We laughed our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;AFter City Fan, it was to the shopping mall for lunch. The mall was DEAD. Half the shops were open and there was ABSOLUTELY nothing. So we went for lunch (where we all got conned out of our money the laksa in Miri sucks btw) outside the shopping mall and went back again to scour around. And Sjane being the very funny girl she is actually sat on the musical horse (you know the one where you put 20 cents in, make stupid music play while you bounce happily up and down on the horse?) Yep, that one. I have a video of it in my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Petroleum Museum and the Grand Old Lady of Miri (which is the first oil rig ever built in M'sia back during Brooke's time in 1910) Took some pics but what was really funny was the ride up to the Museum.&lt;br /&gt;The ride was uphill. And considering the bus contained 40 ppl, it had trouble climbing the hill. So Ms Teo was like leaning forward in her seat going PUSH PPL PUSH! PUSH! WE CAN DO IT! WE CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;The Museum was smth like Petrosains in KL. But it's just that got Islam inside too.&lt;br /&gt;After everything was over, we went back to the hotel. AND our rooms were STILL not ready. But for what it's worth, Marriott was really nice. They gave us cool drinks and towels on our return. Finally, we got our rooms. The hotel was kind of resort style which meant we have to walk instead of taking lifts to our rooms. Most of us stayed in the Orchid Block (which is 3 blocks away from the hotel lobby) where our rooms were 18 something. Tan, Kim and mine was 1818. Cyn's was connected to mine since her's was 1819. My whole floor was our sch's rooms. And directly below us on the ground floor was Jas' room, 1808. And then got 1803 which was Sjane's room. A few of them stayed in the Heliaconia block, where the rooms range from 17 onwards. Sat's was 1708 and Muz was 1707.&lt;br /&gt;The beds in Marriott are made of feathers! You can absolutely sink in it! But the problem was, since I was the one holding the key and opened the door with it, Tan and Kim ran in first and took the huge comfy beds. I took the smaller normal one. But we compromised. Kim and Tan gave me half their pillows. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After fooling around a while and opening the connecting doors so Cyn and come over and vice versa, we got ready to go our for shopping at 5.30 Something that happened in the bus...&lt;br /&gt;Someone attempted to sit next to Khang...&lt;br /&gt;Khang: You want to sit next to me meh? I stink boh. I haven't bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Person edges away to another seat.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner in the shopping mall till about 8 and then it was back to the hotel for rest. But most of them used the sports facilities in Marriott. Whether it was the gym or the tennis courts or the swimming pool or the football field. Something really funny happened that night...&lt;br /&gt;Kim and Tan went into the hotel room first. I was caught up with discussing the next morning's programmes with Ms Teo and Muz in the lobby. So...&lt;br /&gt;Tan: (in the room spots Mentos sweets on the beds) Wah, Kim this is just like heaven. They gave us sweets!&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (leans on the curtain which cannot be pulled the whole way across the windows and a scratchy sound is produced OBVIOUSLY)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (stands stock still) What was that?&lt;br /&gt;Tan: What?&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Got some scratchy sound. (starts hyperventilating) Oh my God. What's that? WHAT"S THAT? AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;She bolts for the front door to get to Cyn's room when all the while she could have just ran through the open connecting doors into the room. Tan starts to run for the doors to in the frenzy, screaming as she goes. When both reach the door, they were so frantic they kept pushing on the door to get it open when it was supposed to be pulled open.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they got the door open and they ran out and banged on Cyn's front door. Cyn let them in and they ran into her room and told her about the sound.&lt;br /&gt;At this exact moment, I walk up to my room, thinking nothing's wrong and open the door.&lt;br /&gt;Only to find Cynthia and Pivian running into my room through the connecting doors. And Cyn was gripping a rolled sheet of paper firmly.&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: Don't worry! Cynthia's here!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (lost and calm unlike the others) What's going on here? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: (leaps onto Kim's bed) You all Christians right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh.. yeah, why?&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: Okay, we're going to pray. (points dramatically at the curtain) In Jesus name, whatever you are, be gone! We are all God's children. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;Tan: (echoes) AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amen... but to what?&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: (approaches curtain slowly and I'm beginning to think what's in the curtain and she tugs it) NOTHING LE&lt;br /&gt;Tan: (dramatically) IT"S UP THERE YOU GUNDU!&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: (jumps up and down and away from curtain) SHIT WHY DIDN"T YOU TELL ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;A hand suddenly shoves me forward towards the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (walk towards the curtain and looking up, tugs at the curtain, producing the simliar scratchy sound)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: YOU SEE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? (looks up at the curtain and realizes that it can't be pulled all the way across the windows) (tugs on it again and same sound is produced because the railing ends there!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haiyah you ppl! OF COURSE GOT SOUND LA! THE STUPID THING CAN"T PULL ALL THE WAY ACROSS! SO WHEN YOU PULL IT AGAINST THE END OF THE RAILING IT MAKES A SOUND BAH!&lt;br /&gt;Silence. Then...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turns to glare at Kim.&lt;br /&gt;Kim: WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;Tan: HAIYAH YOU AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;They all storm off leaving behind a red Kim and an amused me, staring at the curtains that caused so much unintentional trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the night passed without any other incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crude. The post is so long. I'd continue another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost and desperate, when is this pain ever going to end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114769935979899047?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114769935979899047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114769935979899047&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114769935979899047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114769935979899047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/miri.html' title='Miri'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114742198216609164</id><published>2006-05-12T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:19:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Having Nothing To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FCOK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm bored, so I think I'll put up a quick post &lt;/em&gt;on fashion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Topshop has announced their new season's collection, it's gonna be full of bright, bright colours! Then again, in a somewhat contradictory manner, they mentioned that tan, beige and the rest of those neutrals will be the in colour this season.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me people, it won't be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll be striking colours all the way. Look at the Bag and Shoe fad we have right now. For those of you who don't know, big and bright bags are so HOT right now. Matching shoes, matching bags brought to a whole new level. Think elcetric blue, sunshine yellow and fuschia in all its blinding glory. No more black on black, go mad artist at work, my lovelies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another bag fad I forgot to mention, think bronzes, golds and metallics. It's about 2 months old by now, but it's still going strong. But trust me, don't go for the seriously goldy-goldy ones, they'll never last. Go for muted bronzes etc. I just got one myself, a gorgeous mini pouchy kinda thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh, and best of luck to the Sarawak born designers who's trying to make it in the fashion world! The label Vonjolly as emerged, founded by Raymond Jolly and Aaron George. Gorgeous hand painted dresses people, a modernized far hipper version of batik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, can't quite think anything else right now. Ta-ta! Until the next fashion update.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now we get on with the Nothing To Do post...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYBODY'S in Miri. Or in China for Emmy's case. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so pouty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So pouty, in fact, that I ate half a box of chocolates that were bought to appease my pouty-not-going-on-the-class-field-trip-to-Miriness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were quite nice actually, shaped in those little sea creature things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, in another futile attempts by parent to appease sulking -it's their fault for not letting me go- was allowed out. Bought aforementioned bag at a place 'Things Called Art' as recommended by Joy. Her uncle runs the place, so I get a discount. Was quite fun, hanging out with all the other non-Miri goers. Had lunch in a cafe, got terrible service, watched MI3... you know, just hung out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing much I can say, except that my lovely Miri going friends had better get me something nice! And China-going Emmy. And JapaN-going Yee Ying. I shall get you lot something in return when I run off to KL during next hols.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a load of tests coming up next week, but who cares? (Honestly, I don't even know what to study. I usually find out from SIaw. Where is she again? Oh yes. MIRI.) Will now pout. Oh, and complain about the disgusting comments of PAS MP for Rantau Pajang, Abdul Fatah Harun who ALLEGED THAT GATAL WOMEN WERE THE PRIME REASON FOR THE NUMBER OF FAILED MARRIAGES IN THIS COUNTRY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THat 'TArd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said,"We must analyse whether the problems resulting in divorces were caused by men or women. Divorcees are easily spotted at functions through their gatal behavior. It is as though they have no regrets about their divorce. Widows do not behave in such a flirtatious manner. THey are sad and quiet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omg, when I read that I was fuming. Yeah I'm not a divorced person etc, but have you ever heard anything more ignorant and chauvanistic?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What, just because a person is divorced or widowed, they aren't allowed to enjoy life? Thver ey're supposed to spend the rest of their years moping and pining over their lost mate? EXCUSE ME! Crying everyday isn't going to bring something back, and if the women choose to go out there, have some fun, and flirt -or maybe be gatal- a bit, then who's he to say who is right and who is wrong? What, they're just meant to never enjoy a social function again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what is this crap about gatal women the ones who cause divorces. Ok, we don't argue the point of gatal as I have spent the last pargraph ranting. THen how about the men? IT takes two to break down a marriage ok? And when the men run around after that marrying women who are 20 years their junior, is that called gatal? More like fully blown out rash!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOh, I am NOT going to forget his comments. When I'm old enough to vote -and he's still alive- hE IS SO NOT GOING TO GET MY VOTE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chauvanistic 'tard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114742198216609164?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114742198216609164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114742198216609164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114742198216609164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114742198216609164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-having-nothing-to-do.html' title='Of Having Nothing To Do'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114727130181764737</id><published>2006-05-10T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T07:28:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few days ago, there was an announcement that the BN MPs aren't allowed to vote for any suggestions made by the opposition, unless it is discussed with Badawi first. Maybe I'm naive and young and not politically educated etc, but I believe in the freedom to follow your conscience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand that for the members to go completely different ways -especially on major policy votes- would be political suicide. But shouldn't the whip be lifted so that they can vote for what they truly believe in on other issues? It's like saying that you can't vote for the Opposition even if their idea is better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I admire Datuk Shahrir Abdul Samad for resigning and standing up for what he believes in. I know it was said that even if he adn't resigned, he would have been suspended, and that was why he did it. But I'd like to believe that it was his choice, because he's that kind of person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sort of person our government is clearly lacking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote: If you steal 5 dollars, you're a petty theif. If you steal thousands of dollars, you're either a government or a hero. - Terry Pratchett, Going Postal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol. Not to say that I think our government is horrendous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114727130181764737?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114727130181764737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114727130181764737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114727130181764737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114727130181764737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/freedom-of-choice.html' title='Freedom of choice'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114717212666921174</id><published>2006-05-09T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T03:55:26.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational talks (not) and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omg, today we wasted almost two periods listening to Mr. Lee trying to motivate us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I have been to a few motivational talks, and only about one has been truly motivating. If i'm not mistaken, that would mean making you feel like going out and doind something right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If so, that was the most pathetic talk i've ever been for. After 20 minutes, I felt like sleeping. After 25 minutes, I was asleep. At 30 minutes, I woke up because Emm, who was sitting in front of me, lolled her head back and it landed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; on my arm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should have brought my art stuff with me, then I could have painted or something. Or maybe a book... Terry Pratchett 'Going Postal', seriously rocks. Anyway, damn boring talk, feel even more unmotivated than before, have no desire to study for exams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh, Our class pictures came today. Since we're Form 5, we get to do them in the studio.. however...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh DEAR LORD... I HATE PICTURES!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I SERIOUSLY HATE PHOTOS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always hated being photographed (Only v. rarely will I loook good) and damn it!! Looked terrijible, horrijible and Vegetable!! The photo people hated us because we didn't pay early, no editing, background as dull as grave yard (It was grey...) and the fat guy who took individual pics was evil and perverted!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well... maybe not perverted. Something like that. Because when we take individual shots, we're supposed to dress conservatively, so I put on this awesome G2000 jacket. But after 4 shots, he suddenly stops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him: Take off the jacket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him: For different shot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: But we're not supposed to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him: Never mind. Just do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stared at him for a few seconds and complied. Now, my choices are limited because we really AREN'T supposed to take off jacket etc during individual pic. Cannot use for mag. And I'm not the only one he did that to. He did the same thing to Cher and Jas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, Cher and Emm looked good in theirs. Both of you dare to protest (Waves invisible cards. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyah, today ok day lah. Spent half the lessons painting rocket for Wizard of Oz, HAHAHA. Love Mr. Chai, recommend Noel and I to do. Other half spent painting comp entry. Quite ordinary lah, but at least I tried right? THat way my teacher cannot say I disappointed her by not going for it when she told me to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only problem was this morning, watching Siaw's group do their EST. How was I supposed to know got movie? Didn't wear glasses. Felt like blind bat. My degree not that bad, but I hate looking at blurry things. Can't wear contacts any more. Go blind later. So many reports lately dammit, ulcer grow here and there. Damn scared now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn (Sorry noel, keep swe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aring.), need to finish mooting submission. Passed my case to brother for new ideas, he ran off to America to check out his Uni, and where did my file with all my notes go? God knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta-ta. I'm going to go write about bailment and possession and control and all that crap. Grah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114717212666921174?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114717212666921174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114717212666921174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114717212666921174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114717212666921174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/motivational-talks-not-and-such.html' title='Motivational talks (not) and such'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114697769812530369</id><published>2006-05-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:56:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#a67c51;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are White Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c69c6d"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/white-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol. This is so funny. Innocent? Me? BWAHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Psyche!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/psyche.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eternally in search of purpose and insight.You're curious and creative with a total sense of wonder.Totally empathetic, you pick up on other's moods easily.Just be sure to pamper yourself as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffdab9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Normal Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/normal-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are 60% Good and 40% BadSure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lol. I guess I didn't do too badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Flawless Beauty!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/flawless-beauty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When it comes to beauty, you spare no expense - and it showsYou're the kind of woman a man would launch a thousand ships forIt's hard for anyone to beat you in the beauty departmentBut remember, it's okay to show a flaw or too - you've got plenty to spare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Beauty Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn funny. At least it didn't say I was a vain brat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Raspberry Chocolate Lip Gloss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/raspberry-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tend to approach life as a fun game - being playful at every turn.You're a flirt with flair, and your the type most likely to surprise your date.&lt;br /&gt;But you're popularity doesn't stop with guys... you've got a great group of girlfriends too!You're fresh, aggressive, and more than a little sassy. The tangy taste of raspberry and watermelon goes great on your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Lip Gloss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/black.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How you're unique: There's nothing about you that isn't unique&lt;br /&gt;Why your style rocks: You are a total indie chick... and you can pull it off&lt;br /&gt;What this color says about you: "I'm a trendsetter and don't care what anyone else is doing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol!! Black nail polish is cool!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Total Shopaholic!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/shopaholic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a keen eye for spotting trends before they are hotAnd sometimes your credit rating takes a beating as a resultConsider a job in retail to subsidize your gorgeous outfitsOver time, you could become a famous stylist or designer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Shopaholic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that wasn't too predicatble. (Note sarcasm) It is however, the most accurate. Ok. Las quiz. I swear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chocolate Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/chocolate-ice-cream.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly? I prefer vanilla. But ok. Whatever. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114697769812530369?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114697769812530369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114697769812530369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114697769812530369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114697769812530369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114689251517957363</id><published>2006-05-05T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:15:15.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mooting, Boredom and Annoyance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gawd I'm bored... I mean, it's not that I haven't got anything to do. I've got PLENTY to do. And I should be doing it. But I'm not. Because I've yet to reach the stage of boredom in which I start doing said thing. They would be:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Finish reading moot cases. Not just your own. Read Junior counsel's too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Finish art submission for competition. Will take at least 3 hours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Do art folio.Will take AGES. Evil. And boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Finish homework. (This one I can't. I lost it all.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Practice piano. TEacher getting ready to kill me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) Finish writing fanfiction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) Get idea for english essay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bah. There should be more. But I can't remember it. The mooting one is the most urgent. Unfortunately, it is also the most boring. :( Want to know what the amazing case I'm doing is about? Read on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do your best  not to fall asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom Smith drove his car into a mall. He left it in the parking lot. A woman broke in and drove out with it. She passed the attendent. He noticed that the window was broken, and let the woman out even though she had no ticket. He thought that women were incapable of stealing. Tom Smith came back, got pissed off, and sued the mall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is at fault here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me just add this, the mall in no way exonerated themselves from any liability. There was a sign, but it was knowcked over by an errant motorcylist. Hence, it has no bearing on this case. (Even so, the judge took the mall's side.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, we had a mock moot, and my team got Appallent (that's Tom SMith). We were so thrilled, because it was goddamn easy. I already wrote out my submission etc etc, prepared for questions, won the mock moot. AND THEN, the REAL side we're supposed to be on comes along. We're Respondants. Dear lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW UTTERLY ONE-SIDED THE BLOODY CASE IS?! What can I do? I'm supposed to prove it was a relationship of licensor and licensee. The hell?! The damn sign was knocked down! They didn't exonerate themselves! The ticket was useless! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not that Noel is having a better time. He's supposed to prove that there was no gross negligence. The attendant was grossly negligent as could be. Furthermore, he was STUPID. So far, the only one in my team who's remotely happy is Yii Fang. Because she's advising solicitor. She doesn't need to speak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have a lawyer helping us, but frankly, he isn't very good. :( He didn't do much. And most of the meeting was spent staring at his teeth. I know it's mean, but i'm not the only one who did it! Leah was doing the exact same thing! It's seriously rabbit like. Honestly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then when I went for Gavel, the International's Law teacher was like, "So how's your case going? We got Appallent (Looked smug)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she said our only hope was to say one of the cases given should not be used as reference because it was from England and our case is in Australia. Hello? WE've been so busy intepreting the lousy ticket, and now you want us to take it rom a completely new angle?! ARGH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid mooting!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then there's that whole english essay competition thing. Dammit. How the heck am I suppposed to write a lovely patriotic story about Malaysian history when I don't even like it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah ficky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114689251517957363?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114689251517957363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114689251517957363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114689251517957363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114689251517957363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-mooting-boredom-and-annoyance.html' title='Of Mooting, Boredom and Annoyance'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114675241986982728</id><published>2006-05-04T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:13:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful World of 5C</title><content type='html'>Haha. Today I got mood berblogging (new word that Jas came up with so don't blame me for destroying English as we all know it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I've been thinking about what to blog about. And I thought, well hey, why don't I do a post on Tingkatan 5C?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I can comment on all the people in our class (don't worry la, nice comments hehe) and the jokes or funny things I remember about them. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Warning: Wong Siaw Hui is not to be held liable for anything that goes on in this blog post if you the reader feel offended.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I won't be snide and mean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in sitting order, nearest to the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sally &lt;/em&gt;- She's a really sweet girl, once you get to know her. Very quiet and pretty shy. But she can scare the crap out of you when you're doing your work. I don't know why, but she has this knack of sneaking up on me whenever I'm busy doing something and tap me on the shoulder. And she enjoys seeing the shock on my face too. Hmph. Oh and she can be loud when she wants to too. Trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yee Ying - &lt;/em&gt;Ahahaha. She looks like our new Chem teacher! Lol. Okay, okay, don't get mad with me. Hmm. This girl here is Queen of Sejarah. Has a brilliant photographic memory. She just reads and everything goes in and most importantly, &lt;em&gt;stays &lt;/em&gt;in. Wish I could have her brain. Hrumph. Oh and she likes going around, crying "Ahhhh!!" and waving her hands madly too. :D And she loves having cute stuff, on her bag, in her bag, on her pencilbox... you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tania - &lt;/em&gt;This girl is ... uh... rough? What! She is! But she's funny too. She can really make you crack up on a moody day. Oh and she steals my chicken pies too (as in pies that I buy not bake duh) But beware her punch and whatever methods of "torture" she perform using her hands. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica - &lt;/em&gt;She laughs loud. She talks loud. But she's adorable and cute at the same time. And no, I'm not a lesbian. It's just that whenever she laughs, she sets everyone laughing too. Oh, her favourite pastime is bullying Van into providing homework to copy or to teach her stuff. Just before tests too. Now that's what I call smart studying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vanessa - &lt;/em&gt;The perfect example of don't judge a book by its cover. She might look quiet and shy on the outside, not to mention really gentle too, but she isn't. This girl can be tough when she wants to and she can be loud and bold when she feels the need to do so. However, it doesn't stop her from getting bullied by Jasmine. Tut tut tut. Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasmine - &lt;/em&gt;The girl who goes "Yadush" when she punches ppl. Lol. She's a pretty girl who's always ready to lend a helping hand to whoever who needs it. But she also has a short span of concentration. For eg. when she's studying and when someone's making a noise behind her, she'd turn immediately and her eyes will light up. I don't know how many times Kim, Sally, Noel, Van and me had to yell at her to get back to studying. Oh. And if you drop by her desk, remember to check out her spectacle case. It is simply one word: cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khang Wee - &lt;/em&gt;The ever-efficient class monitor whose only ambition was to &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;a class monitor thereby making him the only peer I have whose already accomplished his ambition. Hehe. He is totally obsessed with class whiteboard markers ever since his got stolen by Mrs Ngu. However, his obsession is starting to die down. :) Oh and he's CP's descendant. If you don't know what CP is short form for, go ask him. You'd gasp when you find out. I did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kok Ming - &lt;/em&gt;Lodge Head Boy. What more do I have to say? ;) Oh just this. He never fails to tease and disturb me everyday (it's one of the daily facts of life for me :D ) He once called himself Rolex and called me Gua Niah. The ego of it all. But for what it's worth, he has a good heart and will always help out when the time calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aidan Chan - &lt;/em&gt;The 5C resident genius. He is Duke of Physics, Lord of Add Maths, King of English... you name it he &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;it. Lol. He however has very weird philosophies about life. And he thinks too much for his own good :P Neh, he's uniquely Aidan because he does. His loves in life include chess, fireworks and maths. Oh and his recent philosophy is: If a ham sandwich is better than nothing and nothing is better than eternal happiness than a ham sandwich is better than eternal happiness. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing Yue - &lt;/em&gt;The teachers are forever complaining that his handwriting is barely legible. But that doesn't mean that he's not brilliant in his studies. Oh. And he's the one we go to when we need to soften the teachers up through sweet talking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Lun - &lt;/em&gt;He's quiet. Well not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;quiet but still - Anyway, he gives out an aura of being very kwai. And it's not like he isn't but well he can do a fair bit of disturbing to you when he's up to it. Let's just leave it at that. And the Sejarah teacher enjoys picking on him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Louis - &lt;/em&gt;School basketball player. Sits next to Sjane... enough said. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiffany - &lt;/em&gt;The star of the Wizard of Oz which is going to be staged end of the month. *breaks into applause* This girl here is Wonder Woman. Note the capitals coz she can do absolutely everything. She can run excellently, do academics excellently, hit the high notes excellently, do art excellently - No wonder she's Miss Near Perfect. &lt;em&gt;~Tiffania Tiffania wanna look at mia ~ &lt;/em&gt;Sorry couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satnam - &lt;/em&gt;The LION in the Wizard of Oz. Beware his roar - well, actually he's a really nice guy. Mild mannered too. So don't be deceived by the mane (haha, oh that cracked me up lol) He will always help you no matter what. Oh and he has a sense of humour too. Though I still don't get why he wants me to name my future son Teh Hiang and Alison to name hers Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muzafar - &lt;/em&gt;He can do pretty cool art work. And he handles the comp like a pro. Though he has always fancied Apple and I have always fancied Windows. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberly - &lt;/em&gt;My punchbag! My wailing bag! My ranting bag! She's three in one! She endures everything I dish out to her. She can pretty blur at times. And yet at others, incredibly sensitive and fast on picking up things. Lol. I still remember her cartoon plaster on her arm. And the way she yelled when Jessica, thinking it was a sticker, ripped it off her arm. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elane - &lt;/em&gt;Hardworking. This one is a replica of Yee Ying. Read only can get into her head liao. I envy the pair of them. But just because she works hard doesn't mean she doesn't help me bully Kim at times -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emmeline - &lt;/em&gt;The RBC and the ROYAL MINI! Huahaha, but seriously she is tall. T A L L. And she plays basketball like a pro - but she's also as blur as Kim sometimes. Esp early in the morning. And she does really good potraits of ppl. And one tip for you - it's easy to disturb her in the early morning coz she's either too tired to fight back or too blur to realize that she has to retort. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alison - &lt;/em&gt;The Royal Fashion Diva! She is a walking fashion guide so if you need help in that area, go look for her. She's a really good speaker (who has tried to pull me to go along with her for competitions and workshops bleh) and she can be really bold if the need arises. Oh. And she has a really quick mind too. :) And dry sarcastic wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chin Ann - &lt;/em&gt;He might be smaller compared to the rest of the guys but don't underestimate him. He is a good footballer (from what I've heard) and he can really do something when he sets his mind to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yitian - &lt;/em&gt;The class clown. Well sort of. Always making people laugh especially during the morbid lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarajane - &lt;/em&gt;Smart, more smart and even smarter. :P But she knows how to have fun too. ;) Oh and she loves shopping. I still remember the horror of her and Kim dragging me to go shopping for long hours on end in KL - *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MTYP - &lt;/em&gt;She can think. A lot. I mean as in you know, ponder about life. :) But she's a really sweet girl who never complain about her prefect duties (hint to all the others out there who do ;) Oh and she loves snatching Kim's pencilbox from her desk everytime we come into class after lining up - and trying to slam the door into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celeste - &lt;/em&gt;One day she and Mel decided to gang up on me and slapped me really hard all over my shoulder and arms. The day will live on infamy, being known as Bully-Siaw-Hui-Day. Whatever. Lol. Every lunch time when she walks in, almost every la, Kim and I will &lt;em&gt;without fail &lt;/em&gt;to see her licking and sucking an icecream. Hmph. Never belanja us wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melissa TY - &lt;/em&gt;Basketball captain of Lodge girl bball team! Whoot! Haha. She can be funny if she wants to, lame funny la. Haha. Jk jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akmal - &lt;/em&gt;Akmal the Makmal. Huahaha. This guy here packs a mean punch. So run far far away if he's looking to punch you. He has a very contagious laugh and can be funny (in a very very lame way) I still remember him and Tania going, "Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?" Hilarious that act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherling - &lt;/em&gt;The class monitor also. Loves and adores cats. She has a very nice laugh and she is totally obssessed with thinking that the canteen ppl are out to get her. She keeps complaining that her lump of beef rendang is smaller compared to mine, Kim's, Jeremiah's and Tiff's. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeremy - &lt;/em&gt;The King of the back table in the canteen. Small kingdom if you ask me but nevertheless it is still a kingdom. He's a kind guy and a nice one at that. He and Noel were screaming at each other and tossing things at each other to complete their Moral poster the oth day. And he taught Alison how to mist her glasses up today - for Lord knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lee Lip - &lt;/em&gt;The person who thinks he can play every musical instrument. According to Tania la. The guy gets bullied by Aidan everyday in class who calls out - I'd really rather not say it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winston - &lt;/em&gt;He loves, eats, drinks, breathes football. And he has this knack of ticking me off whenever we do oral. Urgh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noel - &lt;/em&gt;The beloved squirrel. NOT! Huahaha. The squirrel here believes himself to be a musketter but is not. He together with Akmal will bully me nonstop about my height. He actually tried to get me to jump for food that I really needed to filly my growling stomach! He's a mean old squirrel he is. I should steal his supply of nuts one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all there is to the wonderful world of 5C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114675241986982728?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114675241986982728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114675241986982728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114675241986982728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114675241986982728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/wonderful-world-of-5c.html' title='The Wonderful World of 5C'/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114646251948568264</id><published>2006-05-01T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:48:39.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know You More&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hillsongs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold it all at once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The earth and all within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look with eyes of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the sons of man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I am known by You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compels my heart to sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live to know You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live to know You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live to know You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me to live is Christ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to know You is my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The storms will come and go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's laughter and there's pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your kindness leads me on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the light again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I live and breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And find myself in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live to know You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live to know You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live to know You more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I count it all but loss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compared to knowing You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give my life away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know you any day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking to myself... there's laughter all right... but where's the laughter in my life now? There's pain only... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me pull through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me find myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm - I'm lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114646251948568264?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114646251948568264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114646251948568264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114646251948568264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114646251948568264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/05/know-you-more-hillsongs-you-hold-it.html' title=''/><author><name>*~siaw hui~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwFvP5hxPs4/S8cQqDg4G2I/AAAAAAAABSM/M_82mpmIiWk/S220/Picture+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114632130898821879</id><published>2006-04-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:35:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was the first day I went to the Salvation Army to do the tutoring thing. It was&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just grateful that I wasn't th&lt;/em&gt;e &lt;em&gt;only one who went there, Tiff went with me, thank GOD. It was so weird lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First thing was started tutoring these little kids. I got one, Tiff got one. Mine was some chinese name one... can't really remember what name was. Tiff got this kid called Dagged... of something like that. We taught them Math.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the beginning it was ok. He payed attention (sort of)... then, he started staring at other stuff, and I could see him lose interest. It was rather obvious. When he thought I wasn't looking, he'd eeny meeny miney moe the answers. Another hint was this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:Ok, so you know how to times?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: (Nods head)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Great! The question says Swee Ling earns RM626 a month right? So how much does she earn in half a year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: (stares at me blankly.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Do you know how many months are in a year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: (blinks at him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: 2 weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Aiyah you. 12 months! (pats him on the head.) One year got 12 months, so half a year has?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: (Stares.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: 12 divide by 2...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: (Stare at fingers. Then at toes.) 6.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: (nearly collapses with relief.) YES!! very good! So how much does Swee Ling earn in half a year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: Hah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: (getting desperate) 626 times 6...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: Oh. (starts working it out.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: (Notices that he wrote 6 X 2 = 48. Despairs.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, as sad as it was, Tiff's was worse. 3+1=7. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What to do? Ah well. THey were both 10 btw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, that's SO not stopping me from going back there and helping. The kids are pretty cool, and the one I taught asked me to come back tomorrow and teach him again. Of course he likes me, who wouldn't? BWAHAHA. Lol. J/k.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was doing this to improve my college application. But it's actually nice to help little kiddies. Except for the moments when I felt like whaking him on the head. I was thinking, Gawd, if this was my sister, she would be SO dead by now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting off topic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've already been accepted to a college in London. It's called Concord, and it's in the middle of bloody nowhere. Do I really want to go to a place in the middle of cattle farms and the nearest mall is 2 hours away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a few people going there. I mean, I know them, just not very well. Some of them, I'm happy not knowing very well. THat 'tard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glossary: 'tard- basTARD/ reTARD. one syllable. 2 insults. not bad, eh? it's my word, btw. I came up with it. (sticks out tongue.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13218391-114632130898821879?l=crystalaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/feeds/114632130898821879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218391&amp;postID=114632130898821879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114632130898821879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218391/posts/default/114632130898821879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalaura.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>..:Alison:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280540465578929303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218391.post-114629235020881734</id><published>2006-04-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:32:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefect Telematch</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, namely me, Kok Ming, Sing Yue, Kai Lun, Akmal, Noel, MTYP, Sjane, Emm and Van went for some joint telematch by St Jo and St Thre in St Thre today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Considering how we all thought that we were wasting our time to go, it was actually quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well except for the first few moment when I arrived in St Thre and I saw NO LODGE PREFECTS there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was in the wrong place... And yet I saw St Jo and St Thre prefects milling around the foyer. So I thought, correct le. Then just before eight, I spotted one of my friends, a St Thre prefect. Well, actually she spotted me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like forlorn and all and then suddenly I felt someone jerk me. I turn around and then FOOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;SIAW HUI! I DIDN"T KNOW YOU WERE HERE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tried to help me spot the other Lodgians. And guess what? THEY WERE STANDING IN THE BLOODY CARPARK WAITING FOR ME WHILE I WAS STANDING IN THE FOYER WAITING FOR THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we finally got ourselves all registered, dumped our bags into the so called Prefect Room (actually the sign outside read Sick Bay lol) and we went to watch some taekwando demo while waiting for other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, Emm and Noel kept giving me nudgies. If you don't know what a nudgie is, don't ask them. They won't answer you but they'll give you demo. And believe me, if it's Noel who's giving you a demo, your head is going to hurt. It's painful. But I gave Emm and Noel nudgies too in the end. And Van too... even if she never gave me one. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway waiting, Akmal came (coz he was late) and he was being tailed by two girls. So we go kacau him and say he was being ESCORTED by two girls. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! And we spotted a SQUIRREL scampering past the taekwando demo (which was really cool btw coz a girl was "beating" up two guys right Van?!) So we disturbed Noel coz well, he's a SQUIRREL TOO! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the real telematch started off with some shoe factory game as icebreaker. Needless to say, that game was STOLEN from our telematch last year. Except change a bit niah la. Then we had the next icebreaker which was a way bit cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get stickers with occupations on it stuck to your forehead. So, that way, you can't see the occupation you're supposed to be right? Then, you're supposed to go around asking ppl yes or no questions to find out who you are. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Chef. A St Thre girl next to me got King. Another got Hippie. Another girl called Kimberly (who's the Head Girl of Morning Session of St Thre) got Clown. Noel got fisherman. The St Jo guy next to me got Pilot. So we were asking each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (turns to me and whispers) Gimme a clue!! Quick!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cannot, not supposed to -&lt;br /&gt;Noel: NVM! Tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (look at his forehead and burst out laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Noel: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (look again and can't help thinking about fish ONLY) Uhh... a clue?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: YES!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stink.&lt;br /&gt;Noel: %*(&amp;$#)(*&amp;amp;!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No serious, your profession makes you stinky always!&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (thinks for a while) Am I dealing with toilets.&lt;br /&gt;Me:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl with Hippie comes up to me...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Eh, gimme clue?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do I serve ppl?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not that I know of...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do I help ppl?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not that I know of...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: YOU"RE SUPPOSED TO ANSWER YES OR NO!!&lt;br /&gt;Girl stomps off.&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault bah. I don't know what Hippies do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy with Pilot comes up to me...&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So... give me a clue?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's something to do with wings.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Wad? I'm a bird?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl with King comes up to me...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh... you rule?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (adopts perasan face) I know I do...&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I mean... you rule... literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... there was someone with Surfer coming up to both me and Noel...&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So... am I a guy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Me and Noel: (look at each other) Depending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Noel, what am I?&lt;br /&gt;Noel: (takes a look at the word CHEF on my forehead and start laughing) I never thought you could do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I found out I was a chef, I went up to Kok Ming. And found out he was a chef too. Thinking he knew what he was already...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (blurt) Eeee! Are you the same one as me?&lt;br /&gt;Kok: Same one as you? HOW DO I KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... then we got split into groups. I ended up being the ONLY lodgian in my group. There were only two guys in my group. Some Form 4 St Jo prefect called Wan D or smth. Heh. And Form 2 St Jo prefect called Jonathan. There was this Form 4 St Thre girl who was on my same team in our Lodge Prefect Telematch last year. SO CUN RIGHT?! Her name's Mahlinda. Not sure of spelling. Another girl called Nijas. Another girl from my church also coincidentally called Victoria. And the St Thre Head Prefect Morning Session Kimberly. And my group facilitator was Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we came up with group names. My group was Friends. Coz we had no better idea. And our cheer, though last minute was ok la. Whatever la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game we played was Charades. Not bad le. My group can finish quite fast. In ten minutes out of ten ah. Thanks to me ah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, btw, while we were acting out rock concert, my group got me to be a rock singer. So can you imagine me, Siaw Hui who never act like a jumping monkey before, jumping up and down like a complete and utter fool while making the rock symbol with my fingers just so my blur team mates get what I'm doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And while we were acting out landslides, my group got me to do some sliding. So imagine me falling over and over again onto the floor, sliding and skidding as I go. Not everyday you get to see Siaw Hui do that oh. Thank God Emm them all weren't there to see that. If not I am the laughing stock of the entire sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the water balloon game. Needless to say, we lost to Emm's group by ONE MISERABLE POINT. And... I catapulted my balloon (the very first of the game) too far until almost splash other people from the Sponge Game nearby. SORRY LA. Don't know my own strength bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Triangle Game. See there's this Triangle set up by strings tied to three huge tall poles. Everyone gets in. Everyone has to come out but cannot crawl under. So since Vic is like the sportiest of all the girls, she climbed onto Wan D's back (who was really tall) and leaped out. Damn good ah her. Then the rest of us girls did that, followed by Jonathan. Then Wan D leapt out just like that. Considering the height of the strings, that was no mean feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly we had the Sponge Game. Which means transferring sponges with your feet only. And you have to collect the most water with those sponges. Our sponge kept dropping over and over again. So by the time the limit was up, we only got like... 2 cm height of water. Miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke for half an hour. Eating and all that. Then we had a game whereby we have to get out a coin frozen in a block of ice. Without cracking the ice on the cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, considering our coin was near the surface of the ice, our group was entirely hyped to get it out. Coz it's easier compared to oth groups. So we used my locker key (remind me to check on its condition later ppl) to scratch the ice covering the coin. We scratched and scratched. And as usual, our hypeness built up. Just into 1 mm more to uncovering the coin, Wan D got so impatient, he took out a huge rock and crashed it into the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the ice broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the coin recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we made up some lame excuse for the ice breaking coz we weren't supposed to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think they kolien us coz we were so close to getting it out using the key and technically we didn't slam it into the cement... so we got points. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as a line, our groups were forced to tie strings to link each and every foot of the team members to each other. We had to hop like mad rabbits, ran like mad cows to the other end of the field, untie the strings, retie on the other foot and run back again. When we took off the string, we all had grooves around our ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there were water balloons left over from the first few games... and since we ran out of games to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started tossing water balloons around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm and Noel were like mad idiots man! They took like armfuls of balloons and targeted me and Van. Esp Emm. So me and Van were like screaming and screaming (bet you can't imagine that) and running around, avoiding the crashing balloons. It was like a battlefield out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part of all was Noel carrying a huge bucket of water. Then he looked around, saw me and started chasing me with the bucket over his head wanting to empty it on me. Van was right behind me, you know just in case Noel wanted to splash her too. We ran and ran, me screaming and squealing till I think some of the St Jo and St Thre facilitators (embarrassing man) were laughing at me and Noel. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot got caught in some darn hole on the field, I injured my ankle and I fell. WHAM into the hard ground, face first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics tells you that what happened after that was I rolled over my back twice before coming to a stop while laughing and ouching. And Noel just stopped and stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when Emm decided to avenge me, picked up Noel's abandoned bucket of water and dumped it over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b
