<?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-1453006353474163573</id><updated>2011-08-11T17:35:44.858+08:00</updated><category term='late-night movies'/><title type='text'>emely's random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>and i think you should know this, you deserve much better than me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6747794941710358961</id><published>2009-12-10T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:48:21.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a coincidence?</title><content type='html'>Practically everything's driving me insane. The noise level up here is no where near acceptable. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, and I just got pranked. The cursor was moving by itself all around the screen for no reason! The culprit? Little brother. He meddled with my wireless mouse in the other room. Very-funny.. =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having this very uneasy feeling for the past few days. It's giving me the heebie jeebies. I hate it, I can't sleep without tossing and turning for at least an hour. Go awayyyy, I need to stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's newspaper says that loneliness or stress can lead to Cancer. Did you know? Ofcourse you do. So stay happy. ^^ I read this para in the paper and I think its kinda cool : &lt;em&gt;Applying positive psychology in your life is like installing an anti-virus software. Things change and sometimes your belief systems need updating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take coincidences. Sometimes when I read something and it coincides too closely to what I'm feeling or doing, it'll just make me go "wow". &amp;amp; some "wow"(s) aint good. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 2 weeks. I'm just waiting for LG to give me a call. I need my phone back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I just got back from Bali yesterday. The weather's there even hotter than Singapore. I'm burnt. My cheeks have never been redder. I surfed :D Okay don't even imagine me surfing cause I'm a total newbie. It's only my second try. I can hardly paddle and the board's way too big for me. Haha, that's why there was an instructor to give me the "boost". Hahaha. But hey, I can stand and balance on the board until I reached the shore. Really. ;D My cousins and me chased after baby crabs (which had purple claws!) and inserted them into a bottle with some water, heh. I caught four of them I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak! Here got craaaaab!" *waits for me to pick up the crabs* Hahaha, bukannye nk angkat sendiri tau. Lol oh and yea there was this sea creature stucked on my knee when I went out of the water and there was this dead fish which slammed onto me... I feel so welcomed :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Um and we saw... nude people on the beach. Yup. No further details on that one. Btw in the end, we decided to release Rebecca and the others (I'm talking bout our baby crabs) back into the sea. Don't ask bout the crab-naming, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did you know that horses can fart? Haha, cause I didn't know until two days ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-6747794941710358961?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6747794941710358961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6747794941710358961&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6747794941710358961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6747794941710358961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-of-coincidence.html' title='Too much of a coincidence?'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-9056128473371844021</id><published>2009-11-24T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:45:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4380 pages worth of memories</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was telling myself "if only I had kept a diary from the first day I knew how to write". I could read 4380 pages worth of memories. ): Now that I'm seventeen, I can hardly recall what I did or what various emotions I must have felt when I was younger. Hah. Like the time I received my PSLE results or what I got on my 5th Birthday. I can still remember opening up a box with Barbie in it though. ^-^ I used to like playing with Barbie alot. I made Barbie kiss some fat stuff animal, heh. So back to the diary. If I had kept one, maybe later when I have my own little kids *insya'Allah* I can even show them 'Mummy's handwriting when she's 5' or 'Mummy's little drawings'. Who would care bout a diary started only when I'm 17? ): There's ntg cute bout writing "Chem lecture today actually made more sense than Maths" or "I'm getting more acne by day". -.- Haaaa. Somehow or rather, this reminds me of my little sepet left eye (Dont ask why, lol). I think there's something growing in it; with the help of angiogenesis. :\ I know my eye better than the doc lah, who claimed that there's nothing wrong with it. I spent 70 over bucks for that meaningless consultation btw. Wth. Now I'm suddenly thinking of how "thin" my skin is. I get blisters sooo easily. Especially when I wear pump shoes or heels. That's why I prefer wearing flip flops, though I know it s so sloppy. I cant help it. ): But now, I'm trying to wear heels, those which are light-weight and with no back straps on it so I wont get blisters! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm good at drifting far far away from the main topic. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough bout diaries. Let's move on to... how my back is aching? :D Uhhuhs. Really aching. I think its still aching due to camp. The one which made me sleep on hard wood for 2 nights. Haha yah that. I made use of my camp bag as a pillow which had a bowl in it. I could feel the thing poking my skull everytime I tried to move my head to the right/left. ): *omg, my screen is blinking and its so annoying!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather sad bout one more thing. I can't believe I'm gonna miss out on so many events in Dec! Like Hockey Camp &amp;amp; Hypernova Fiesta. ): 'Cause Im going overseas, and unfortunately the dates gonna clash. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? There's so many things I've yet to blog about, really.&lt;br /&gt;1) I got promoted. (:&lt;br /&gt;2) Mrs Oh said I did way better for Mid course, which made me really really happy cause right after Summer Test, she told me that she believes in me. All I need is hard work and determination (Oh, and "I want you to spend more time with Irfan!"). So I'm just happy I didnt let her down this time round. (: (P/s: I did not perform as well as you think I did. They are all mere passes. But every step up(even the littlest ones) counts right! :D)&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm going to Tekong tmr. Some NS talk. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I miss you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-9056128473371844021?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/9056128473371844021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=9056128473371844021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/9056128473371844021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/9056128473371844021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/11/4380-pages-worth-of-memories.html' title='4380 pages worth of memories'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8873100415522108524</id><published>2009-10-31T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:07:05.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tangisan bulan madu :( The show was sooooo sad! :( :( :( :( :( Cant wait for tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-8873100415522108524?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8873100415522108524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8873100415522108524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8873100415522108524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8873100415522108524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/10/tangisan-bulan-madu-show-was-sooooo-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-5325440363678725454</id><published>2009-10-25T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:51:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really need a new flip flop badly. Cant believe I lost two of them in school -___-. Who in the right mind would want to steal my flip flops?! I lost so many things already. I thought I lost my 8gb thumbdrive two weeks ago, but it was all the while under my study table .___." , omg I went crazy for nothing. Okay and I lost my LG earpiece. How irritating. I cant use any ordinary earpiece cause they won't fit. So I'm going to save up and get myself a really cheap mp3 (: I need music to add vibrant colours into my world, other than purple that is. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was rather funny. Went to Bishan to get something but .../ Teenagers kept giving me fliers: 60% off - perm/rebond. Is my hair really that bad? (Haha) My ez link card gave me so many problems. I sat beside a guy in the mrt who was crazy/berserk/wild/doesnt &lt;em&gt;know shit from Shinola&lt;/em&gt;. (: Everyone was looking at him with this "Shut your stinkin gap up" expression on their faces. He was talking to someone on his phone, but his voice was sooooo loud and the topic he was talking about was a book about muscular men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The book is not &lt;strong&gt;evil-based&lt;/strong&gt; ! I can tell, I know I know. You look at the plastic cover, its not normal cover, this one the plastic can shine when you put under the sun until got rainbow colours one. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, who judges a book like that? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-5325440363678725454?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5325440363678725454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=5325440363678725454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5325440363678725454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5325440363678725454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-need-new-flip-flop-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-383038449113158206</id><published>2009-10-25T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:54:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TO4b2ZeVEaM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TO4b2ZeVEaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-383038449113158206?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/383038449113158206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=383038449113158206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/383038449113158206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/383038449113158206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-5370563583476375602</id><published>2009-10-23T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:30:33.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback.</title><content type='html'>I remember walking in circles around my dining table, chanting out Bio/Econ terms in the middle of the night in order to store them inside my little brain. And for those that did not make sense, I chanted them out more than 15 times hoping that my brain will just let those terms diffuse into it. (From a region of high intelligence to a region of low intelligence, which is emely's brain ofcourse. -.-) Ah, what am I saying? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio and Econs always (ALWAYS!) fall on the same day. I hate it. Especially since I'm a last minute mugger (ntg to be proud of here, :P), I'll usually get low grades for both paper cause during the respective papers, my mind will be jumbled up between both Bio and Econs. Haha. And worse still, one of the Econ questions for MCE was on Influenza virus (Market failure) and I was sooo tempted to just scribble whatever I memorised for Influenza in Biology. But I'm sure instead of impressing the markers, I would have probably made them puke. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received back some of my papers alrd. (:&lt;br /&gt;B for Bio.&lt;br /&gt;C for Malay.&lt;br /&gt;D for GP.&lt;br /&gt;E for Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im missing an A, lol. Haha dream on emely, im just hopping for two S(s) for Maths and Econs. Eventhough an S is considered a "fail", it sure looks way better than a U! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Nov will be the moment of truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-5370563583476375602?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5370563583476375602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=5370563583476375602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5370563583476375602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5370563583476375602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/10/comeback.html' title='Comeback.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1560223079928859515</id><published>2009-09-05T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:31:35.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Sept. ♥</title><content type='html'>Life has been good. (Well, maybe I should add in "so far". ^-^) Mid Course is coming and I can't emphasise on how important this thing called "promotion" is for me. I really want it so bad. Well I'm sure everyone does. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd September was great. It started off well with text messages from Kirin and Wanteng. :)Kirin's one was very funny lah. Haha, she sent a message to my house phone at exactly 12pm and .. let's just say the person who relayed the message (probably Starhub?), didn't really do a great job in using proper english :P Haha! But it was cute and unique and I appreciate it very much! :D (Though frankly I was a bit scared at first cause I didnt know it was from Kirin, hahaha.♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I received two birthday messages a &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt; ago. Haha! Talk about &lt;em&gt;advance &lt;/em&gt;birthday wishes eh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was super sweet on that day. Sukanyaa and Shalini were the most hyper-est. Lol! And Gowry keeps pinching my cheeks, hahaha. Kirin got me a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Adidas bag which is sooooooo pretty I tell you. :) Thank youuuuu! Wt got me a really cute water bottle with little teddy bear pictures on it. Really unique and I love it very much too. (P/s: Wt's birthday was on the 2nd too, haha how awesome is that?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the other day, I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Irfan and we were so amazed by the colours and the textures and everything there. Unfortunately, everything (referring to their notebooks) were too expensive and I could have only wished to have them. But now, I actually have a purple Prints notebook all to myself thanks to the v.sweet &lt;em&gt;"square root three bfie"!&lt;/em&gt; ♥ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night after school, my relatives came over and we all break fast together. :) Nasi Briyani Dam and loads of other dishes. What is that thing called? ..Potluck? :D Yahhh, I think so. Hehe! There were Hot brownies with vanilla ice cream, mango pudding, ice cream cake, spagetti, bananas (my grandparents ALWAYs brings over bananas on my birthday, haha so cute lah) and some other food which I cant really rmb right now. Heh, all in all it was a blast and I love my family very much for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for making my day, inc my wrs &amp;amp; innova friends + afiq and cdeac (Macdee treat eh, haha) :) &amp;amp; ty Louisa for going the extra mile in knitting a purple pouch specially for me. :( ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1560223079928859515?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1560223079928859515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1560223079928859515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1560223079928859515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1560223079928859515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/09/2nd-sept.html' title='2nd Sept. ♥'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1571793328162244770</id><published>2009-08-31T23:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:09:38.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My inamorato tourguide.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Man, I'm sad. Really really really sad. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P Nah! I'm just kidding lah! Hahahaha. I am a happy woman. :) I just got back from the Esplanade, National Library, Bugis junction and the really chaotic mrt station. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, believe me or not, today was the first time I step foot into Esplanade so I was like Wah(!)-wing like some tourist from Finland. Chey, why Finland eh? Hahaha oh yah this is so random cause today in school, there were Finland students. They're spending a few days in Innova, so cool. :) There's two hot Finland chics in my class too! Hahaha. Yeyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay where was I? Ah, yah so I was even more impressed when my "tourguide" explained the littlest details about Esplanade to me. He sure knows the place well. Unlike me, the noobie noob. :B Hahahah, who's this "tourguide" you may ask? Well, lets just say he's a super hot Singaporean, cute and very charming plus entertaining. Ahhhh, this is insane. I think I'm in love with him! Oh boy oh boy, was it too obvious when I gazed into his eyes most of the time? Was it just me going gaga over him? Ahhhhhh. (:P Hahahahaha, emely stop it ehhh! hahaha siape lagi lah yg sanggup tell me all about esplanade if not for Irfan? Teehee :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know ah. We went into this teddy bear shop at Esplanade. The Salesperson gave us both quite a big shock when she told us about the teddy bears there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesperson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can make ur own teddy bear here."&lt;br /&gt;"Just choose the kind of teddy you want and then we can fill it with cotton using this machine here."&lt;br /&gt;"After this, the teddy will go through a Spa treatment where the cotton can be fluffed even further."&lt;br /&gt;"This is the machine where the teddy will be placed under during the Spa"&lt;br /&gt;"And this *points to a second machine* is where we weigh your teddy and determine its mass,height and birth date/time"&lt;br /&gt;"We'll give you a birth certificate for your teddy..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, kept me thinking. That, certainly made me feel small and unpampered. Hahahahaha, how can a teddy bear receive such luxury?! even i dont get that much luxury. :( Hahaha, what's happening to this world man...really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the library where all the Arts thingy were displayed. Soooooo cool laaa, haha. Such a small but expensive-looking library. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we wanted to proceed to Bugis Junction but then the National Library caught our attention. Once again, my "tourguide" was eager to bring me up cause apparently I've never been to NLB before too! Hahaha I was telling him how even my littlest cousins have already gone to that place...but not me. :( Clueless, really like a tourist. Haha! Even the librarian knows that its my first time there cause she kept giving me directions and repeated them twice when I asked her about a book. :P Lol! So yeah we went half way up, I guess it was on the 7th storey? and took out a book on Marine life. Settled down on the super spacious floor and flipped through the pages. The book was so cool I was Wah(!)-wing once again. But then this time, I was more conservative cause it was at the library mah..haha. Damn cool I tell you, my "tourguide" explained to me all about the fishes that he knew (and once kept! wow). I swear I do not mind being a Marine Biologist (Do they do diving too?), so fascinating. :) Errrrrm, but whatever it is, I do NOT want to dive 5000m deep. :\\ Eeeeeek! You know, I know, Mr.tourguide. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Additional* NLB's lift is NOT for the faint-hearted. (hahahaha! I want a second ride!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to Bugis Junction to find ehemehem's birthday present! :D Haiyaaaa, so many things caught my eye, but due to money constraints, I found my composure and resisted any temptations in buying stuffs for myself. :) Hehehehe, Wanteng's birthday is actually on the 2nd also, lol! This is so weird but supersuper cool! Hahaha, what are the odds man? Sekali same timing, same hospital, same doctor &amp;amp; nurses. :O Wanteng ahhhh,my stalker ah even when she was a new born baby. :P Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Bugis Street too and I think we're going there again tmr? Hahaha, cause someone is going to splurge all his money awaaaaay on tees! :B Haiya, I must just keep my mouth shut. No more money already.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Back to the topic on Teacher's Day in school*&lt;br /&gt;I was a road Marshall. =.=" My school had this 2.4/2.2km mass run so since I was fasting I was one of them who decided to be a road marshall. Hahaha, it was so embarassing! I had to "jaga" the route right infront of the school gate. Where the bus stop was! So you can imagine lah the people in the bus, what they were thinking when they saw this blurblur sotong little girl with a red beep waiting for Innovian runners to run pass her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah okay did I miss anything out? Oh yes I did! The stupid mrt thingy laaaa, made Irfan and me late for break-fast. :( Made us wait for a bloody long time I tell youuuuu at the mrt station. I was kinda scared actually cause the mrt was having so many technical problems and it was quite a bumpy ride. Worse still, it was so packed! I was asking Irfan "Does the mrt like have a maximum load kinda thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared the mrt cannot move if it's too heavy. Hurrrr, childish thinking I know but I couldn't help it. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep. I've been receiving calls from a private number. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1571793328162244770?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1571793328162244770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1571793328162244770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1571793328162244770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1571793328162244770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-im-sad.html' title='My inamorato tourguide.♥'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1485111320244961716</id><published>2009-08-01T10:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:51:24.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The seat of the human mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a coincidence. Major coincidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel sad (butateenyweenypinchofhappinesssomewhere) :] The topic that I chose for emergency (PI, 3 months back i guess), is actually workable. :D A recent news on Yahoo confirmed my statement! :( Too bad we can't do anything to our PI's now.. Oh well, it's too late to turn back now. I'm happy with the topic I'm doing with my groupmates anyway. :)&lt;em&gt; If only the news came out 4 mths ago! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22 july.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are several mathematical descriptions that result in approximately heart-shaped curves. The best-known of these is the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cardioid" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardioid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cardioid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, which is an &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Epicycloid" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicycloid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;epicycloid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; with one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cusp (singularity)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cusp_(singularity)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cusp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. The &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Level set" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Level_set"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;implicit curve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x2+y2-1)3-x2y3=0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yields a better approximation of the heart shape." - Wikipedia.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Hahaha, nerdy I know. But I find this interesting. ^^ I wanna draw the curve! Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this might be an overdued post, but I don't careeeee, to me it's never too late! :) 22 is a veryvery special number to me. It's my hockey jersey number. (Haha! whuuuut? :B) Hee, nah cause it's also my you-know-what-if-you're-smart-enough-you-should-know day! :D Hehehe. Haiya, which reminds me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*: Introduce yourself to our new member...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay hiiiii, my name is Amalina, call me emely also can!&lt;br /&gt;*: Class?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 0911A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GASSSSSSP* &amp;amp; people started laughing cause I was so the semangat in answering that question WHICH apparent I got wrong. My class aint 0911A (Irfan's class is!) and basically I made a fool out of myself lah okay? Hahahah. //Shalini has been teasing me eversince. -.-" Haiyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The day started out alright. I remember cutting up my file dividers (I was desperate for coloured paper! Hahaa) to make this &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;the night before. ^^ Then the following day I gave it to him in an oversized envelope (One which I had to bug the bookshop aunty for,heh). ;) We've been close friends for like 5 months yet I still felt all tingly and shy inside. ^^ So immediately after school, we went home to change and met up right after. It was on a wednesday? Yeah! Cause I remember Hockey trainings were still closed down and that our last lesson was Bio lecture. I loooooove Wednesdays! Its just MT and Bio! ^-^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and now that our MT modules are the same, I look forward to Wednesday's even more! Okay about the module thing, I chose the first module while he chose the third module. In the end, we were put into the same module. His name was right above mine. Lol! What another weird coincidence. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alamak, too much side-tracks.&lt;/span&gt; (Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then, after meeting up, he brought me to AMKH to watch ICE AGE III! :O :D ;D I knowwww, i knowww, keep your comments to yourself man. Hahaha, once in awhile, these kinda shows are way better alternatives to horrow movies! (Anyway it was the first month hello? Horrow movies?? Hahaha, it'd rather watch Sid the sloth getting into trouble when he created his own makeshift family after finding some dinosaur eggs OR OR Scrat fighting over a NUT with his lover THAN to watch some bloody ghost haunting down an innocent guy and driving him (AND ME) insane.) *twist!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA. THIS PART GONNA BE QUITE FUNNY. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "EHHHH OMG SEE GOT FOUR DOLLAR TICKET PROMOTION! BEFORE 6PM! WE CAN STILL GET IT YOU KNOW!" *Grabs my hand tightly in excitement*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Reads the first part of the promotion on the board*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Second part of promotion..* FOR AGES 55 AND ABOVE.&lt;br /&gt;ME AND HIM: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WTH WTH WTH AHAHAHHAHAHAHA OOOOOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LAH, I couldn't stop laughing. It was insanely funny because he was really excited about the promotion. HEHEHEHE. (I'm still giggling my way through this post, hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and theeeen, we went all the way to town just to eat at Pizzahut. You knowww, the student promotion thing? Uhhuh uhhuh, for the third time already. Haha! Oh but then, when we arrived, the manager was like "Nonono, no more promotion after 6pm" so yeah. Sad lor what to doooo. Btw! SOMEONE led me to all the funnyfunny places before we actually reached town. Lol! He ahhh confident. :P Hahaha. We ended up eating at LJ, the one at Cineleisure? (I have a story to tell on this one also, but theeeen, later people think I talk to much. -.-") Haha! Nvm theeen. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long journey home by train. (The one that "bounces", ah.) I dont know why but I felt that it was the sweetest train ride with him so far. :) Both of us were half asleep, though I know he wasn't fully asleep. Haha. Neither was I, shh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And here comes the climax, buckle up! (hahaha)*&lt;br /&gt;He ahhh, took out THE SAME ENVELOPE LIKE THE ONE I GAVE TO HIM AT 7.45AM IN THE MORNING and said "This is for you! ^-^". Well obviously I was like "HUH? YOU'RE KIDDING RIGHT?? ISN'T THIS THE ONE I GAVE YOU JUST NOW? HAHAHA" and seconds later he showed me the other envelope in his bag as evidence. I went "AWWWW, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE~ AWWWW, BUT HOW? WHEN? WHY?" ahahaha, it suddenly became very kecoh and alot of the "WAHs AND AWWs" came out from my mouth. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I tore open the envelope (cause excited mah) and read what was inside, ehehehehehehehe alot of &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;PURPLE &lt;/span&gt;and a whole lot of words like ____ and ____ and _____. ^^ Hmmmm, so after reading, I wanted to put it back into its envelope but then it was torn already. SO! I went to my bag and wanted to replace the envelope with a new one. (Remember I bought the same envelopes at the bookshop earlier on? I had 3, 1 I gave to him, and supposedly 2 more left in the bag.) BUT APPARENTLY I COULD ONLY FIND ONE OF IT IN BETWEEN IN BOOKS SO I WONDERRRRRR. AND WONDER. AND WONDER AGAIN. And *ding dong!* it hit me. HAHAHAHA, the next day, I pinched him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thlove.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/thlove.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P/s: I love you lah, you you you..UNIQUELYsweet little boy you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;HIDUP DUA PULOH DUA \M/! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1485111320244961716?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1485111320244961716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1485111320244961716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1485111320244961716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1485111320244961716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/08/seat-of-human-mind.html' title='The seat of the human mind.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-5717517875995623729</id><published>2009-07-26T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:18:20.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting precious time.</title><content type='html'>My mind's going haywire. I've got so many assignments to complete but I can't possibly do them all in one go right? It'll drive me crazy. Wait, I AM going crazy. So many things to do, so little time. I'm procrastinating every single day. I hate it, but I can't do anything about it. I've tried, but heck, something will definitely happen when I'm all geared up to study. :( For instance when I can't find my pencil or highlighters, I'll just give up (Really!). If the study table is in a total mess (as always), I'll arrange them in order (Don't know how many times already lah I "organise" my study table) but end up being all tired and dizzy. End result? "Short nap". (HAAAAAAAAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; unhappy with where I am. I may be slacking at home but I've never slept during lectures before. Though most of the times, I'll be staring into blank space, at least my ears are wide open? ^-^" Mmhmm, oh yah and I think, I really need to put my specs back on. I swear I can't even read Mrs Oh's scribblings. And when I ask the rest &lt;em&gt;"You can read ah what she writing?"&lt;/em&gt; they'll say &lt;em&gt;"Yah..okay lah, can see can see. Why? You cannot?".. :(&lt;/em&gt; I so do not want to burden them with questions like &lt;em&gt;"Errr, whats the word after replication again? And after that word what ah? okay hehh heh can just give me the whole sentence? haha"&lt;/em&gt; kinda thing, you know? :\ I used to have better eyesight. During eye check-ups in secondary sch, I remember being able to read the tiny-weenie letters and numberings all the way down. But now?! :\ Maybe, just maybe (hope not, please say no.) my "mutated eye" is causing all the blurring effect. Oh, and I still can't believe coach spotted "it" despite the sepetness of my eye. Embarassing. :\\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new flip flops. I'm never gonna wear the old one ever again. I wouldn't want to slip and fall and crack my skull and then die a painful/tragic/humiliating death. (There's really no more friction on those!) My parents are going abroad tonight. (Oh yah note to self: Inform Kirin! :D Must wake up early then take the freezing 912 bus to school together like last time. ^^) Where was I? Errrr, right so so so I hope(!), my mum can get me those cheapcheap but nice flip flops/sandals there. Alah, as long as got loads of friction I happy already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate 3 bowls to mee rebus today. Hohoho, ..tell-me-about-it. :\ I just can't help but going back to the kitchen for more! My mum used spaghetti instead of the normal yellow mee so yeaaaaah. Yummmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is very random, hmm too random. -.- Frankly, I do not know what else to type. I'm typing for the sake of typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) indifferent&lt;br /&gt;2) objective&lt;br /&gt;3) apathy&lt;br /&gt;4) relevant&lt;br /&gt;5) revere&lt;br /&gt;6) denounce&lt;br /&gt;7) obscure&lt;br /&gt;8) candid&lt;br /&gt;9)&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot lah the other two. Ms Su told us to create sentences out of those 10 words within 10 minutes and we had to share it with the others. You know I realise something about our tutors. They're all ...different(?) in their own ways. I told Lorayne bout it during PW tutorial and she laughed agreeably. ;) Which reminds me! I'm suppose to find pictures for somethingsomething. ^-^" Hehhhh, she's so cool lah. She's making business from home! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not blogged bout the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22nd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet! Heh heh heh, I shall blog about it on my next post! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-5717517875995623729?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5717517875995623729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=5717517875995623729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5717517875995623729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5717517875995623729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/07/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Wasting precious time.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7673556236916340913</id><published>2009-07-21T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:30:38.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post of the day! ^-^ Last weekend, I went to KL. Haha it was a veryveryveryvery short trip. I remember how my butt ached so much sitting in the car for hours 'cause there were no pitstops. :\ We went out at around 6.30 am and reached at around 11.30-12? I think ah. Haha yeah anyway the only reason why my dad suggested to go to KL was because he wanted to surprise my little brother with the Manu tickets that he already bought for him in Singapore. My mum, girl cousins, aunty and myself went for a little shopping spree while they went for the game! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? :( Okay there's this shopping centre in KL. Whatever amount of money you spend, you will get a 10RM voucher. Whatever amount. So after purchasing, and receiving the voucher, we were led to the fourth floor. Only certain things from that level can be bought using the voucher. I was the one holding onto the voucher. But among all the things there, the only thing that caught my eye was this purple towel (haha) -The voucher can't be used for this one, and I kneeeeeew. So I wanted to get them anyway (WITH MONEY). Instead of encouraging me to buy it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1# salesperson: "You DO know that you can't use the voucher for this right?" *sarcastic tone*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm thinking of getting one."&lt;br /&gt;1# salesperson: "But you can only use it on shoes and accessories OVER THERE." *points to the other end of the mall*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I know, I've read.. I'm not using the voucher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*second salesperson stares from afar and approaches the first salesperson*&lt;br /&gt;2# salesperson (whispers): "Eh, she know or not she cannot use the voucher??"&lt;br /&gt;1# salesperson: "You talk to her ah.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mam, I knowww I can't use the voucher. I'm using MONEY. Can I just get the receipt for this so I can PAY at the counter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg lahhh, that incident really made me feel _____ I tell you. I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; dumb okay? :( I can reaaaaaaaad what's stated on the voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't a girl just get her purple towel in peace? Gawd. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of injuries on my body. Haha. I have a blue-black thingy on my left knee. Two "holes" in my knuckles. .... Okay fine lah, thats basically it. Heh, but still I look like a brawler with the two "holes". Lol, actually my knuckles got scraped onto the track while I was sweeping my hockey stick and now that I peeled the remaining skin off, there's "holes" in my knuckles. -.- I know I'm growse, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I wanna go do pw now. Haiya, can't wait for it to end! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7673556236916340913?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7673556236916340913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7673556236916340913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7673556236916340913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7673556236916340913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-post-of-day-last-weekend-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-2752651523916319517</id><published>2009-07-21T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:58:36.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First month. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow marks the first month! ^-^" Okay right now i'm using the school's computer at the lib; waiting for this one really lambat guy to arrive lah. Haha, so I'm just wasting time. -.- Oh yah, you know what? I passed my bio! :D Initially I thought I failed but then Mrs Oh added a few more marks to my paper soooo, I passed. ;D ;D Heh heh heh. Now I have exactly four credit points. I had to write a letter to Mrs Yap telling her why I failed Chemistry. If it was not because of sympathy I would have written more! :\ Sometimes her way of ''motivating'' people is just...*cannot say here* -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday; Hockey training will resume. I'm not too sure whether I'm looking forward to it though, ahaa. Cause I'm sure our stamina is like, ..down there. (A term given by my next computer partner, Lorayne.) Hahaha. //Please don't make us ruuuuuuuun. D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-2752651523916319517?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2752651523916319517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=2752651523916319517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2752651523916319517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2752651523916319517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-month-3.html' title='First month. &lt;3'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-3599743406645652976</id><published>2009-07-14T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:34:14.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..like a third wheel? :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The long bus ride home was miserable. I was lucky the driver didn't throw me out cause of the multiple rounds I made (reminds me of the time Dee and me got screamed at by the driver). It reminded me of the old days. I wished I had someone to talk to. All I could do was to hide my ugly face behind the seemingly small pink bag to avoid being seen by the crowd. ..I just can't understand why..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dread jumping to conclusions. But today, it was obvious just too obvious... :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"dont ever let me go..." (literally) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-3599743406645652976?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3599743406645652976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=3599743406645652976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3599743406645652976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3599743406645652976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='uncertainty.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-5310704492273664088</id><published>2009-07-07T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:41:26.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the dumps.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I felt like crying when Mrs Oh announced that I flunked Bio. My heart plunged right to the bottom. I could feel the tears swelling at the corner of my eye but I held it back. I guess I overlooked the paper, or how/what I studied wasn't good enough. Or maybe it's just &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;? The nerve of me taking Bio. :( Econs and Chem are already a goner. What's left? Maths? Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I got a 58/100 for Malay paper two. I can't believe I'm sitting for the real A'level malay paper this year. On the 10th of July, which is like this Friday (!), I'll be sitting for A'level Malay oral. :\\\ I still remember how bad I did for O'levels MT Oral. A &lt;em&gt;pass&lt;/em&gt;. Omg, with the rate I'm going in my studies, I don't think I can make it to JC2 next year. Really. :( That'll be a real bummer. It'll totally defeat the purpose of me entering Innova in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Parents meeting session, the day when my parents actually get to see how bad I'm doing in my studies (aka &lt;strong&gt;dooms day&lt;/strong&gt;), I promise I'll put in more effort to study. Eleven years of studying in Singapore ain't going down the drain just like that. &lt;em&gt;No one likes failure, neither do I. &lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=no.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/no.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA's are closed down until further notice. Guess the main reason is because they're trying their best to avoid large gatherings between students. You know, easy spread of H1N1? :\ Uhhuh, oh yeah and the last time I checked, the number was at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1111&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. (!!!!) But the government says that H1N1 is unavoidable and that it should just be regarded like normal flu. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-5310704492273664088?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5310704492273664088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=5310704492273664088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5310704492273664088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5310704492273664088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-in-dumps.html' title='Down in the dumps.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-663831154828025361</id><published>2009-07-04T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:35:49.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother is sound asleep. This is like &lt;em&gt;the right time &lt;/em&gt;to use the computer without him pestering me. Haha,though I feel guilty cause I was suppose to hand it over to him at 5pm just now..and so he waited since 4.30pm and fell asleep while waiting. Hmm. Fine, I'll wake him up in like 10minutes time. Quick emely type as much as you can! ..He can get really nasty when it comes to playing the comp. :\ Addiction. Anyway I just got back from playing badminton. :) Battle of the sexes. Haha, and I think it was a draw. :D Next sport to try out? Skydiving, shall we? ;D Hahahaha RIGHT. I'm afraid of heights! Everytime I ride a roller coaster, the blood veins/arteries (wtv you call it) that's holding my stomach in place feels like its gonna SNAP any moment. ANY MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- ...He's awake. Noooooo. Okay bye. Continue later. -.- Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-663831154828025361?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/663831154828025361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=663831154828025361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/663831154828025361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/663831154828025361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brother-is-sound-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-496161957811982543</id><published>2009-07-02T16:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:55:07.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "shitty" experience. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Skx2gJHReuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/S6NNbeIYfTg/s1600-h/Lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353784351610993378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Skx2gJHReuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/S6NNbeIYfTg/s400/Lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today = Hockey, dog poop, heavy rain, frictionless flip flops -&lt;em&gt;granny/granpa moves (:B)&lt;/em&gt;, cheap juices, laughters, jay walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My papers ended yesterday. Lol, I dooooon't want to even talk about it. Okay lah, chem was sucky, really really sucky, even suckier than sucky, the suckiest of all suckiness. Haha. Really! Man, wasted. Biology was okay. I lost 10 marks. Those 10 marks were the ones I studied really hard for. Only that they twisted the questions so my mind went blank, haa. :( Econs and maths I don't want say cause I didnt lay a single finger on those subjects during the June break. If you fail emely, don't cry 'cause you asked for it you understand me? :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Meeting time with ehemehem today was at 10:30am. I went out at 10, called him excitedly saying that he can meet me earlier. But theeeen, when I was in the bus already, I realised that my stick (of all things!) wasn't with me. -.-" Haha, so yah I had to stop at Fuchun, and then walk back home quickly just to get it. In the end, the meeting time was still at 10:30am. -.- Haish/ You know there was this road worker who was doing something to the road at my busstop there so he saw me waiting for the bus twice. The expression on his face was priceless. Haha. I think he thought he was seeing double ahhh. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Skx0UO2CbVI/AAAAAAAAAts/6WpNF21Vc6E/s1600-h/P02-07-09_00.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353781947967630674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Skx0UO2CbVI/AAAAAAAAAts/6WpNF21Vc6E/s400/P02-07-09_00.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; $1 per bottle! :D :D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Skx0J3eSkJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/dcSGrxl2SSs/s1600-h/P02-07-09_01.49%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353781769895317650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Skx0J3eSkJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/dcSGrxl2SSs/s400/P02-07-09_01.49%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing hockey was super-deeduuperlee fun! ^-^ Although the grass that we played on was full of boobie traps. Haha. Man, dogs owners ah should really do something 'bout their dog poops! Come on, I know lah got such thing as decomposition, but heck, do you know how long it takes for your doggy poop to DECOMPOSE?! It aint a free world baby. One dog poop=10cents. Haha. You know just now when I was walking from fuchun to my house, there was this huge brown dog peeing. Not those private, &lt;em&gt;tahu malu&lt;/em&gt; kinda pee. The dog raised its back leg to a 90 degree position first and then held it there for like 15 seconds then pee-d uncontrollably at the tree. Haha. The owner ah worst.&lt;em&gt; "Good boy..!" owh come on~ =.="&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkxzX2AZ1dI/AAAAAAAAAtM/QdA2ztByNQg/s1600-h/P01-07-09_06.01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353780910508070354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkxzX2AZ1dI/AAAAAAAAAtM/QdA2ztByNQg/s400/P01-07-09_06.01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkxzQFZPo9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/2ByyM5KGmQ4/s1600-h/P01-07-09_06.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353780777199838162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkxzQFZPo9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/2ByyM5KGmQ4/s400/P01-07-09_06.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet our adorable hamsters. :D Haha. Look at the first one! I swear the sleeping position it was in was veryvery funny yet cute. Haha, the slackiest hamster I have seen so far. Lol. &lt;em&gt;Penat betuuuul. :P&lt;/em&gt; We bumped into them at Suntec city while searching for McDonalds. Hehe. They are so adorable lah. But then hor when I wanted to take a picture of them, it kinda remindered me of Drake &amp;amp; Josh. You know the episode when Josh took a picture of Megan's hamster and then it almost died due to the flash? Haha okay random.. nvm! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also fun. ^-^" We went to Penin to check out some things. There was this clearance sale so I accompanied him there. I promised him a week ago that I'll accompany him to Penin right after summer test. Haha so &lt;u&gt;immediately&lt;/u&gt; after my econs paper ended (1:45pm), we made our way there. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: Marina square and Suntec City. :) Searching for McDonalds was soooo tedious! Haha, we made countless turns around that shopping mall. Oh yah and there was this maksalleh guy who came up to us asking for directions. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: Funny Financial Planning (FFP ^^), crazy round abouts, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YAMI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, apple crumble, The clip (nipple crippler, haha!), 22$ tops (hehe, 22 really is a lucky number? heh heh), bounced back - pepsi cola one,two,three/slipperless apek/tried to sleep but didn't. Becaaaause, I scared I ngigau (talk in my sleep). Lol, I really do talk in my sleep sometimes (:\), well according to bibik. Haha. Haiya so malu if I ngigau in the mrt, spoil your reputation only if I were to say something stupid. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm waiting for AYG live telecast! Until now, don't have puuuuun. :( Am I on the right channel? Ahhhh, someone on ayg ah ah ah! Hahaha. Must wear make-up some more! Lol! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Very,very sorry for the extremely long post. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-496161957811982543?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/496161957811982543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=496161957811982543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/496161957811982543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/496161957811982543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/07/shitty-experience.html' title='The &quot;shitty&quot; experience. :D'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Skx2gJHReuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/S6NNbeIYfTg/s72-c/Lala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6474166934957308725</id><published>2009-06-27T11:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:30:33.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, are we meant to be? :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkWZ7lhNg6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wuIlgDb5xo0/s1600-h/phone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351852981162443682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkWZ7lhNg6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wuIlgDb5xo0/s400/phone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daycheck: Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OMG OMG OMG OMG. :\"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Time flies by really fast when you're enjoying yourself. I can't believe June's gonna be over soon. Half of the year GONE. &lt;strong&gt;Just like that&lt;/strong&gt;. If a calendar never existed in my house/phone, and someone were to come up to me asking for today's date, I'd go blank. Propably say that it's only the first week of June or something. :\ Really. Time went by just too fast for me this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed I tell you. I've not touched Maths and Econs, &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt;. Well I did try to do some Binomial expansions but after five minutes, I went &lt;em&gt;"AHHHH I DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING MATHS!" &lt;/em&gt;loudly. Haha, and then I took out my chem notes and tried memorising some definations. &lt;em&gt;Dayum&lt;/em&gt;, I am sooo screwed. What am I doing here, bloggin', anyway? I should be studying! Omg. Procrastinator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; killer. *frowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you guys heard the song &lt;em&gt;Theory of a deadman-Not meant to be?&lt;/em&gt; I think it's a really nice song. Check it out! :) But but the video clip ahhh, is exactly like David Cook's Come back to me video clip. Hmm. YouTube YouTube! ^-^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I ate 5 nuggets for breakfast today. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breakfast always revolves around &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nuggets&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sausages&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;toasted bread&lt;/span&gt;. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, but yesterday's breakfast was an exception. It was Kfc's waffles and eggs. :D Haha one more sunshine chop to a free meal! Yeyyy. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay talking bout yesterday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;initially, we (as in ehemehem and me, :]) planned to meet up at 8:30am. 8:30am! But then I was such a kookoo, I woke up late. :( I forgot to set my alarm before I slept the day before. So when he called for the second time, it was already too late. 8.20+am. I take quite some time to get ready so 8:20+am is almost pretty impossible. We met up at 9.30 instead at the usual place. :( After rushing through our breakfast, we went straight to the library. We were just 10minutes late! The lib opens at 10am. So by the time we got there, all the tables were occupied. Some people were really inconsiderate. They "booked" the tables by placing their bags. And off they went to idk where. HAA, inconsiderate much? -.- Some of the empty seats next to them were also "booked" for their friends. Wth. Lucky enough we found two seats but we had to share with two other JC students. How we knew they were in JC's? ;) Because it was clearly stated on their notes; "Hwa Chong Junior College Biology Notes." &lt;em&gt;Waaaaaah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four seats per table. I sat infront of ehemehem, while a girl sat beside me. A guy sat beside him. From where I was sitting, I could see the guy "Peeking" at ehemehem notes. Hahahaaha cute you know! He leaned back, peeked, continued with his work. A few seconds later, he did the same thing again. &amp;amp; He thought I didn't see! Hahaha. But then we did the same thing also. Haha! Kaypoh students from dif schools. Haha. But anyway we felt really "small" sitting beside them. Heh heh, but we were much more motivated so that's a good thing! :D We know their secret to good grades! Right ehemehem? hahaha. *wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich at around 3, we went off to get some food from the Pasar Malam. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what I bought. okay 1) Handphone casing/ 2)Burger Ramlee/ 3) $1 car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=____= (Clue: I said Foooooood.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Oh yah you know the hotdog cheese/fish? It was spelt as "&lt;strong&gt;HD&lt;/strong&gt; cheese/fish." Inside joke: &lt;em&gt;What's HD suppose to mean? High Defination Fish ahhhh I think.&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahhaha, wth I think the stall owner heard our little lame conver. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my Burger Ramlee, his keropok lekor, our Value laichee (kay how to spell laichee again?) bottles, we headed to somewhere to continue studying. :) The place was quite chaotic though. Haha. Cause I think there was some event going on. People in colourful glamourous outfits were walking here, walking there. But thank goodness we weren't that distracted! :D Oh wait, but someone did distract us. Haha the mailbox aunty. When we were walking towards our destination, we bumped into her at another block. She was arguing with an uncle. Her voice was super loud and quite scary. Lol I think she was pissed with the uncle? So when we were at our study place, the mailbox aunty came also. She was arguing yet again but now it was with another uncle. :O Hahaha, no comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone ahhh owes me something. I'm gonna tell everyone what the bet was if you don't face our &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; consequence! :P Hehehehehe. ^^ I promise to accompany you to Penin, so you have to promise me you'll face &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;! ;) Lol, anyway I want to 1) Ice-skate. 2) Roller-blade. 3) Cycle. &lt;em&gt;Sanggop? :B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJuNiZkbtlA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJuNiZkbtlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kirin &amp;amp; her cute bibik. (For the you know what! Hehe love you two!) ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Musfira. (For the drawing! hehehehe you ah alermerks, so sweet one. Sweeter than my ehemehem, haha. ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much love. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-6474166934957308725?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6474166934957308725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6474166934957308725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6474166934957308725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6474166934957308725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-were-meant-to-be.html' title='Baby, are we meant to be? :]'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkWZ7lhNg6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wuIlgDb5xo0/s72-c/phone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4406707497676448580</id><published>2009-06-24T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:43:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was practically crawling my way around the house just now. My stomach ached like crazy! :'( Do you have any idea what we have to go through during &lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;? Do youuuu? Well, let me tell you okay? (Haha, this will sound kinda growse but oh well, you have to read it whether or not you like it because if you dont, ...if you dont(!)... then the boogie man will chase after you when you're about to sleep and you won't be able to watch Spongebob the next day. &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; how bad it'll be. ^^) So yeah here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menstrual cramps (pain in the belly and pelvic area) are experienced by women as a result of menses. Menstrual cramps are not the same as premenstrual syndrome (PMS). Menstrual cramps are common, and may be accompanied by headache, nausea, vomiting, constipation, or diarrhea. Severity of menstrual cramp pain varies from woman to woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are some cramps so painful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menstrual cramps are caused by the uterine contractions that occur in response to prostaglandins and other chemicals. The cramping sensation is intensified when clots or pieces of bloody tissue from the lining of the uterus pass through the cervix, especially if a woman's cervical canal is narrow. The difference between menstrual cramps that are more painful and those that are less painful may be related to a woman's prostaglandin levels. Women with menstrual cramps have elevated levels of prostaglandins in the endometrium (uterine lining) when compared with women who do not experience cramps. Menstrual cramps are very similar to those a pregnant woman experiences when she is given prostaglandin as a medication to induce labor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how strong we woman are, as compared to males? Hahaha. Really lor, I remember a male friend of mine who always complained 'bout being&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;constipated in class. Hahaha. I wonder whooooooo! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, im fine now. Popped a few pills into my mouth and it really did work wonders. :) I just had my lunch. Meat balls. Haha, nice you know. Home made ones. ^___^" Oh yah, you know I'm supposed to be at camp now. :( Haha, propably playing in the mud or climbing up trees or chasing gorillas in the forest. Ha ha, very funny emely. -.- But here I am, infront of the comp screen typing out yet another dull post. Bare with me people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since someone someone finds the yow momma jokes on my posts amusing, I'm gonna do the lucky person a little favour. ;D&lt;br /&gt;1. Yo momma so dumb, I told her it was chilly outside and she grabbed a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yo momma so fat, when she went to the beach, the whales sang "We are family!"&lt;br /&gt;3. Yow momma so fat when I had to swerve to avoid hitting her on the road, I ran out of Petrol!&lt;br /&gt;4. Yo momma so dumb she went to the Empire State Building, threw off a penguin and yelled, "Fly! Fly! Be free little one!"&lt;br /&gt;5. Yow momma so poor that when i stepped on a cigarette she cried, hey, who turned off the heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go!~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4406707497676448580?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4406707497676448580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4406707497676448580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4406707497676448580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4406707497676448580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-practically-crawling-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-138638975409060414</id><published>2009-06-23T23:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:55:47.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty two, as strong as ever. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkEFAXAPSDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/VZ8oqaZOj1U/s1600-h/emely,love..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350563336026015794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkEFAXAPSDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/VZ8oqaZOj1U/s320/emely,love..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to: Silverchair-I miss you, love.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_squeezle__by_ChaosEmeraldHunter.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_squeezle__by_ChaosEmeraldHunter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's midnight already. I'm still awake, why? Because I slept from 3pm all the way to 7pm today right after I got back from Chemistry counsultation. ;D Well, I din't really "go" for it. :B Heh. Yeah, I went to school with the intention of having Chem consultation with Mrs Karen yap together with Shweta and Sheliza. But we got nervous. We were like "Ehhhh, I don't even know what to ask her! ...What if she ask us questions which we can't even answer? ...What if she screams at us?!... What if she knows that we didn't study for her subject? Dieeeee ah! ...Let's just get out of this place quietly before she realises our presence! (:O :O ?!?!?!?!)". Hahahaha, so yah, in the end, we didn't consult our dear teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa, anyway anyway! TOMORROW'S OUTDOOR CAMP FOR THE JC1'S HAVE BEEN POSTPONED TO DON'T-KNOW-WHEN! :D Wait, actually I was really psyched up you know for camp. :( But then, to come to think of it, I'm still not done with my revisions for Summer Test. So I guess it's a good thing that the camp is postponed. Can study! Still got hope, emely! :D Hahah. Camp can wait! *Flashback : OBS, Terence nearly fainted when we were canoeing. Hahahahahahaha. Lucky you got a strong partner to row for you, you know! :P heh heh I still owe you something hor? :( Sorry ahhh, I'll pass it to you during Teacher's Day? :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, it's already 1am. :O I take so long to update. Tsk. Hmm, what else to update on? I should stop &lt;em&gt;PULING&lt;/em&gt;. ;D &lt;em&gt;Pule&lt;/em&gt;. If you guys don't know the meaning, like me (5 seconds ago), then better take this down! It means to &lt;em&gt;whine&lt;/em&gt;. :) Hee, all thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt;. ^-^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listening to: Eminem-We made you. I wonder how these rappers rap so fast. Hahaha. Two days ago, little bro and me tried to follow the lyrics to the song on Yahoo. All I could ever catch up with were the last words at the end of his sentences! It was a miserable attempt to rap. Haa. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exactly five more days to study. EEEEEE, i realise whenever I think of something to update on, it'll end up with the same boring topics! "I have exactly five more days to study." EEEE, duh who doesnt know that emely? =.=" Let me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think lah. :*( Hmm, well if you're really interested then read this part; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I ate&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice with Fish masak lemak.&lt;br /&gt;(Cook with Fats? Hahaha no lah, erm Fish cook with coconut oil ...? Alah I give up. Try asking your mum? ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I drank&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry juice. *Yummmmzx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I did in the morning at 9:30am&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met mr.ehemehem! :) And we went to have breakfast at Mac! Hotcakes &amp;amp; Mcgriddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who I bumped into&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaw, Elizebeth, Amanda, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kirin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asmira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I loved most about today&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________. (:B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm worried about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The pile of unread Time Magazines :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's my favourite number&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;22!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much I scored for Gp essay =.="&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/50. (I told youuuu, haish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Who I wanna thank (hahaha,like celeb gitu)&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;MARIA!&lt;/span&gt; ^-^ for uploading the East Coast pics for me! Thank youuuuu veryvery much, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one Yow Momma joke for the night? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yow momma so fat when she fell over, she rocked herself asleep trying to get up again. xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-138638975409060414?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/138638975409060414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=138638975409060414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/138638975409060414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/138638975409060414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/twenty-two-3.html' title='Twenty two, as strong as ever. &lt;3'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SkEFAXAPSDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/VZ8oqaZOj1U/s72-c/emely,love..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-654731075553873408</id><published>2009-06-20T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:17:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love you, kakak.."</title><content type='html'>I have a primary six boy cousin and a primary one girl cousin sleeping over at my house. For the first time ever, the boy said "I love you, kakak. Goodnight..." and then salam-ed me. I feel so touched la. :'( I mean I always disturb him, I'm not really sister material, I get frustrated sometimes when he eats too much, yet I can sense that he cares for me alot. You know last week, he came up to me, and said "WAAAAAIT, DON'T ENTER THE TOILET YET. STAY WHERE YOU ARE. HOLD YOUR PEE. (hahaha)".."I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOUUUU." He gave me you know the little miss sunshine keychain? The one at 7-11? Yaaaaaah, believe it or not, I've been craving for one eversince I laid eyes on this small cute purple thing (one of little miss sunshine's friend ah I think) holding onto a tiny cookie. Yah that one. So somehow he found out and he bought it for me! But it's not the one holding the tiny cookie. But still! It's purple. :) And I love it to bits because I really appreciated the effort lah. The fact that he knew I wanted it and he actually got it for me. You know? The feeling? :( Plus, today, when I randomly said "Alamak my ezlink left 20cents! Hahaha how to go to school!", he gave a one dollar coin to take the bus to school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy ah. As much as he annoys me every single time he comes over, as much as he irritates me whenever he eats too much, as much as he scares the fweaking toot out of me whenever he hides behind some wall and then gives me the shock of my life, I still think he's one of the most sweetest and caring cousins that I have in my life right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other primary one girl cousin at my house right now having problems with her teeth. Hahaha. She went to the dentist yesterday to get her baby tooth plucked out. So she has been complaining bout how her teeth hurt so much and that she cannot eat rice and ESPECIALLY veggies cause she claimed that the dentist said that she cannot eat veggies for the whole day today. Hahahahaha. Right!~ I am sooooo buyin' that? :B Ha ha. But when it came to Cadbury's Black Forest choc or or potato chips or or fishballs on a stick, ahhhh "the dentist say can!". Hahahahaha kids. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, you wanna know what I did for today? Hmm. Kay I woke up super early but then I delayed my bathing time to.... (Okay too much info! haha) And then I went to the kitchen, ate Nasi Goreng ikan bilis. (I don't like ikan bilis, although I love fish. They are just not....fishy enough.) Ah then I studied Bio. Ha haa. I'm still at Membranes sooooo. ;B Afterwhich ehemehem wanted to meet me for awhile so I agreed cause I wanted to go back to school as well to collect some worksheets. Unfortunately, being rather forgetful, I forgot that today's a Saturday and that the school propably wasn't open. =.=" Haish. So we chit-chatted for awhile at the library and then he had to leave for Hockey. I heard that his team won, so congrats on that yeah! :) I went home via bus. Ohhhhhh btw I haaaaave to tell you guys what happened when I was in the bus otw to meet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this urm, Indian mother and her 3 children. One of them was like what? 2 years old? The girl was saying something like "MALAYYY PRATA, CHINESE PRATA, INDIAN PRATA! MALAYYY PRATE, CHINESE PRATA, INDIAN PRATA! *repeats one more time*". THEN THEN, THE MOTHER, DONT KNOW WHY, GO AND SLAP HER LIKE SUPER SUPER HARD THREE TIMES IN THE FACEEEEE JUST BECAUSE SHE SAID THAT! I couldn't believe my eyes I tell you! That poor girl, just when she's learning how to speak, the mother had to slap her in the face. Haaa, some new way to plaud your child? :O Really scary lahh, she should'nt have that! :( The little girl had alot of powder on her face so with every slap, powder filled the air. It was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard. And lucky me, I had to witness such an aweful thing right infront of my eyes cause I was sitting somewhere behind then. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a Syarahan at a mosque in Serangoon. I was really amazed by the speaker. The way he put forward his message to us, the listeners. He said that no matter how bad someone was before, if he mingles with the right person now, he'll be able to change for the better. No doubt about it. So choose your friends wisely people! I know I've choosen the right friends :)) Muacks muacks muacks to all of you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL YOU DADDYS READING MY BLOG. HAHAHA, WHAT? YOU. MAY. NEVER. KNOW... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-654731075553873408?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/654731075553873408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=654731075553873408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/654731075553873408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/654731075553873408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-kakak.html' title='&quot;I love you, kakak..&quot;'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1370793947302054706</id><published>2009-06-19T12:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:06:36.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, You and soggy/dried Nuggets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;20's the lucky number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Not!)&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday ehem ehem and me went to Wisma to get something for our dads. The person said that we have to come back today to get it. So after much contemplation, we went all the way to Choa Chu Kang since the brochure stated that its the nearest FA stall to our homeground. It'll save us the effort of going back all the way to Wisma to get it today. :) I swear walking from one end of Orchard to the other end (and going back to the other end, AGAIN), going into almost every shopping centre, and into almost every shop, nearly killed my two pityful legs. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Wisma, we saw two hot models wrapped around this huge paper bag. One of them really looked like a Barbie Doll. If she hadn't moved, I would have mistaken her for a mannequin. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. Since our money were all channeled to our Father's Day gift and the rest of the money was spent on hair accessories and Cotton On tee's and shade, we had no money left to buy food (except for the Butterscotch FA cookies that somone belanjered me at the end of the day,heh. :D). We lived on nuggets. It was a very creepy coincidence if you ask me. Haha, we opened our begs, and both of us brought nuggets from home. What are the odds of that! Lol. So yeah we walked along Orchard road while munching on nuggets like no one's business cause we were starving. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I saw many prettypretty babies/toddlers yesterday. They are gorgeous little human beings indeed. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had saved more money, I would have splurged my money on a redish-hot pink shoe and a dropdeadgorgeous dark purple bagpack and more hair accessories and this $2.90 per pair earring. :( Talking bout bagpacks, I have no idea how I'm gonna stuff all my belongings into my schoolbag for camp next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll think about it one day before camp starts. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So something quite funny happened when we are at Shaw. Heh heh I was like so confident I thought Topman was still there. -.- So we went up and down, to every corner of the place. -.-" I am soooo sorry, ahahaha. The cells inside our heads nearly exploded due to all the walking. If our legs had mouths, I'm sure they were begging us for mercy. Lol! From Shaw, we wanted to get back to Wisma thinking that it was at the other end of Orchard cause our minds were really messing with us. (Padahal it was just across the road kan, haha.) Lol, we like dah semangat nak go to the other end again tau. Hahaha. (Idk how to translate! heh sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we went back home, he told me that he wanted to jog with his dad. :O man, and I was already waving my white flag when I landed on my bed. Haha. So we talked on the phone while he jogged. &lt;em&gt;"Macam gajah!"&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and that was basically what happened yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/s: I trimmed my hair already! Byebye curls. Hello straight hair. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt from yesterday's outting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finding a &lt;em&gt;quality tee&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;A GUY&lt;/strong&gt; at Orchard is hard work. (for the price of 20bucks. haha, trust me people.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1370793947302054706?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1370793947302054706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1370793947302054706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1370793947302054706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1370793947302054706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/twenty.html' title='Me, You and soggy/dried Nuggets.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1501999595645933798</id><published>2009-06-19T11:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:58:29.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nothing like a good laugh to start the day". :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;4 questions feared by men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;What are you thinking about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;Do you love me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;Do I look fat? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;em&gt; Do you think she’s prettier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: what are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;The proper answer to this is “I’m sorry if I’ve been pensive. I was just reflecting on what a warm, wonderful, thoughtful, caring, intelligent woman you are and how lucky I am to have met you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true answer is &lt;strong&gt;likely&lt;/strong&gt; to be one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Football.&lt;br /&gt;b) Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;c) How fat you are.&lt;br /&gt;d) How much prettier she is than you.&lt;br /&gt;e) How would I spend the insurance money if you died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;The proper answer should be YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inappropriate responses include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) Would it make you feel better if I said yes?&lt;br /&gt;b) That depends what you mean by love&lt;br /&gt;c) Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;d) Who me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: Do I look fat?&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer here is an emphatic “Of course not!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incorrect answers include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Compared to what?&lt;br /&gt;b) I wouldn’t call you fat but you’re not exactly thin.&lt;br /&gt;c) A little extra weight looks good on you.&lt;br /&gt;d) I’ve seen fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4: Do you think she’s prettier than me?&lt;br /&gt;The proper response should be again an emphatic “Of course not!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incorrect answers are:&lt;br /&gt;a) Yes but you have a better personality.&lt;br /&gt;b) Not prettier but definitely thinner.&lt;br /&gt;c) Not as pretty as you were at her age.&lt;br /&gt;d) Define pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two fellas are fishing in a boat under a bridge. One looks up and sees a funeral procession starting across the bridge. He stands up, takes off his cap, and bows his head. The procession crosses the bridge and the man puts on his cap, picks up his rod and reel, and continues fishing.The other guy says, "That was touching. I didn't know you had it in you."The first guy responds, "Well, I guess it was the thing to do - after all, I was married to her for 40 years".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband and wife were disagreeing with each other and the silent treatment was under way! The silence continued, when a week later the husband needed to get up at 5am to catch a business flight. His alarm clock wasn't working, and he grudgingly realized that he needed his wife to wake him up.Not wanting to be the first to break the silence, he wrote down on a piece of paper, "Please wake me up at 5 tomorrow morning so I can catch my flight," and put it on her pillow before she came to bed.The next morning he awoke to find that it was 9am, he heard his wife in the kitchen, and he had missed his flight. He was about to get up and confront his wife when he noticed a note on his pillow, "It's 5am... Wake up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay that's all I wanna share. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1501999595645933798?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1501999595645933798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1501999595645933798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1501999595645933798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1501999595645933798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-like-good-laugh-to-start-day.html' title='&quot;Nothing like a good laugh to start the day&quot;. :)'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-164801972166529810</id><published>2009-06-17T13:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:10:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ell ohh vee eee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjiioQ6_jxI/AAAAAAAAArE/-1cg79UT1ew/s1600-h/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348203370123333394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjiioQ6_jxI/AAAAAAAAArE/-1cg79UT1ew/s400/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be the most wonderful thing ever, yet it can be the most deadliest, most cruelest, most downright heartbreaking thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one moment, you're the most happiest little girl on Earth because you have everything that you need to make you smile all day long. Its like as though nothing else matters in this world as long as you have your &lt;em&gt;other half&lt;/em&gt;. When the person looks into your eyes and says &lt;em&gt;the three words&lt;/em&gt;, your heart beats faster, and you trust the second word in that sentence more than anything. You tell yourself that he meant it from the bottom of his heart. &lt;em&gt;The sincerity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself that he loves you, you and only you. He makes you feel &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times you wish you had a device that can read his mind. When you're out with him, is he really thinking about how he appreciates being with you or is he thinking about how he is missing out on Football with his guyfriends? Are his eyes really fixated on you or is he glancing at another girl somewhere behind you? Hmm. &lt;em&gt;What? Heh I'm sure it happens sometimes right. :B&lt;/em&gt; You want that device to tell you whether or not he's happy. You wanna know whether there's something bothering him up there in his head because you want to help him and share with him his burdens. You really don't mind. You don't want to jump to conclusions. You want him to share it with you because you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjiiaIhu2nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/F_wBOnM9HVA/s1600-h/No_More_Love_by_LuluBerylium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348203127351728754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjiiaIhu2nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/F_wBOnM9HVA/s400/No_More_Love_by_LuluBerylium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(When somethings' not meant to be...:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____ broke my heart more than I can ever remember. I cried silently over him for a good two years. He was my first true L. Back then I was in sec one/two. There was something about him that kept me holding onto the past. I tried to hate him. But I couldn't. Even when we were together, we rarely talked. In school, we were like strangers. Not even a hello, what more a smile from him. But still the love was strong and we felt it. No one knew. I rmb walking to school every morning, lessening my steps, so that our paths clashed. At least I could get a glimpse of him. :\ I remembered him saying &lt;em&gt;"YOU WANNA KNOW THE TRUTH? WELL THE TRUTH IS, I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE."&lt;/em&gt; He claimed he loved someone else... I cried again, tears rolled down uncontrollably. I forced myself to move on although I loved him more than I loved myself. I told myself I won't give him another chance. Just when the tears stopped dripping everytime I wanted to go to sleep (months later), he texted. He said he was sorry and that he still loves me. And I fell for it, again. :'( I hated myself for being so naive because within a few weeks, he left again. I rmb getting screamed at by my dad because I scolded my little brother. It was in the car. My brother was teasing me about ____ and I didn't like it because he didn't know that we were through. My dad was like &lt;em&gt;"I told you manymany times already, you can like someone, but never give him your all for now because you're bound to be heartbroken. Can't you see? You're affecting the whole family!"&lt;/em&gt; ...One time, he promised to catch a movie with me after school. I prepared the clothes that I wanted to wear three days before. I hanged it and everytime I saw it, I smiled because I wanted to end all my miseries. But on the actual day, he ditched me. He said &lt;em&gt;"BUAT BODOH AH DENGAN BUDAK TU."&lt;/em&gt; and left me. I was waiting infront of his class alone :') I walked all the way home crying. I went back home, Bibik saw and said "Dia tinggalkan kakak lagi ya?" and I nodded my head and cried in her arms. She cried too because she knew how much it meant to me. Well all that took place years ago. This year, when he finally nudged me on msn, I asked him why he left me so many times before. I was so angry with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."look , im cntacting you . bcz ive lost cntct frm you for ages . and i just wnna know hw ure doing . and ive not even seen you for awhile . and thats the only reason why im cntacting a girl. not just any other girl. a girl whom ive nvr heard fr years. just wnna know hw youre doing by then . no biggg"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."i understand you, and your way and who you are, and you dont feel right meeting or cntacting guy friends and stuff. im just open about it, you shld try. mayb we're frm diff. world afterall."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."yeah , youre a lil nice girl living around colours ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."oh btw , ive always knew that fact . just hiding bhind the innocense i guess ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."im sorry , ...whatever man ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...you just have to let it go....)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-164801972166529810?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/164801972166529810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=164801972166529810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/164801972166529810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/164801972166529810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/ell-ohh-vee-eee.html' title='ell ohh vee eee.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjiioQ6_jxI/AAAAAAAAArE/-1cg79UT1ew/s72-c/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-9140593588099642212</id><published>2009-06-16T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:58:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUGGETS ARE THE BEST MORNING SUPPLEMENTS. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ipod.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/ipod.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;em&gt;Mayday Parade - I'd hate to be you when people find out what this song is about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=speach.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/speach.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : "I WATCHED HANNAH MONTANA THE MOVIE ALREADY! :D :D :D SEAAAAN, I WATCHED IT ALREADY AND IT WAS AWEEEEESOME. (hahahhahaha, &lt;em&gt;ke.ma.rok&lt;/em&gt;, like. small. girl. I.know.but.who.careeeees.blurgh! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed today more than ever. :) I went out at around 9am and I was 5 minutes late heh heh. We, as in ehemehem and me went to KFC to have breakfast. I ordered waffles whereas he ordered urm, what's it called again? Haha, I think Twister? Okay I forgot already but yeah we bought those and the person who attended to us at the counter was sooooo cheerful and welcoming. Haha, really really cheerful. &lt;em&gt;"Do you have everything that you need mam? You sure? ...Oh this one is the new version of our Maple syrup!...This is your Sunshine card, since you ordered more than $4.50! Collect 6 stamps and you'll get this one free! *smiles widely* ...Okay enjoy your meal ya? Hope to see you soon!!! :D :D :D"&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha, that surely brightened up my morning thanks dude. :) ...So I had a hard time getting butter in between my waffles. Instead of helping me spread &lt;em&gt;butter&lt;/em&gt; on my waffles, he placed chunks of yellow egg (which looked exactly like butter btw!) in between my waffles, when I was meddling with my maple. I was like struggling to level out the egg, thinking it was butter. Hahahahahaha, alermerks. =,=" Then two cute girls (aka my Econs classmates) gave me a shock lah from the back. Sheesh. It wasn't even a soft tap from the back! Hahaha, it was a hyper tap. Wah, everyone's so cheerful and hyper in the morning. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10am by the time we finished eating. The movie was at 10:30am (very impromptu plan, it was a lassssst min suggestion by yours truly! ^^") so we waited at Banquet. Meddled with our GC(s). I finally know how to use the GC! :D Hahah, seriously if GC(s) were introduced when we were in secondary school, it would have made life waaaay easier.) -.- Heh, oh yeah so the movie was downright awesome! Miley is gorgeous. Can't believe there's this club or wtv on youtube tryna go against Miley. Tsk. Oh oh and the hero; Travis is drop dead gorgeous too. :D Omg lah, the way he smiled. *melts faster than maple syrup, heh heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINALLY, MY WISH CAME TRUE. ^-^!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we went to school and got our hands on Maths. Dayum, how I dislike Inequalities. But I learnt something new from the all time genius right next to me. :) After like an hour an a half, his bibik came over with Mee Goreng Basah. :D Since the canteen wasn't opened, he called home and his bibik was so nice to bring us some food to eat. It was niceeeeee, although it was kinda spicy heh heh. Ty Irfan Bibik! ^^ I still rmb the first time I met her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after &lt;em&gt;makanmakan&lt;/em&gt;, he changed and we played Hockey at the other D since the D nearest to the canteen was occupied by the councillors. Man, the activity that they had to do seemed torturous. ;O Really really torturous. They had some kind of Boot Camp for a couple of days in school. And Iskandar said the next day, they actually have to wake up at 3am for a ceremony. :O 3am?! Haha. And I thought Hockey trainings were tough enough. Hohohoh! Anyway they had to form this human chain thingy, passing buckets of water to one another until they fill up the _______. (I seriously do not know what that thing is called, haha sorry.) It took them hours under the hot sun! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us, we did basically 4 things.&lt;br /&gt;1) Penalty shoots. (10 aside - for manymany times, haha. HE WOOOOOOON!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Defence and attack then score. (err, 10 aside also I think. I WOOOOOOON!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Passes. (My &lt;em&gt;pushes&lt;/em&gt; suck big time. No arm power la *haaaa)&lt;br /&gt;4) Mini match. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what he's afraid of now! ;D heh heh heh secret. I shall use it more often to win, hahaha. ;) Once done, we went to the water cooler to refill our bottles. I smiled to myself. I left the bottle uncapped. At the Grandstand, I saw the same expression on his face. His bottle uncapped. I knew what he was thinking. He knew what I was thinking. Hahahahaha, evil boy. *Skipskip* ..It ended with him nearly strangling me to death, tryna hold me down faceflat on the cemented Grandstand so that he can pour water all over my innocent head. :O (No lah, I'm just kidding bout the strangling part lah, hahha! ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; That was basically how we ended our day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yah, btw I met the uncle at the minimart again -We bought air batu! Lol,shh. You know the one who said I looked like a secondary one kid? Ah yes, today he said I've downgraded to a prim school kid. Man, I wanted to say &lt;em&gt;"Uncle, I have a wooden Hockey stick with me today! Ah Ah Ah, what you wanna saaaaaay again?" Muahahaa :D&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-9140593588099642212?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/9140593588099642212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=9140593588099642212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/9140593588099642212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/9140593588099642212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuggets-are-best-morning-supplements-d.html' title='NUGGETS ARE THE BEST MORNING SUPPLEMENTS. :D'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-3842102046710529149</id><published>2009-06-14T15:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:29:02.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you still hear me through all these distractions?</title><content type='html'>I'm hearing the song No boundaries by Kris Allen on almost every blog that I hop to. Haha, and now even my mum wants the song as her ringtone. So I'm downloading it for her. :D I heard Adam's version of the song on Khyle's mp3 a minute ago. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It wasn't as nice&lt;/span&gt;. Heh heh. So anyway I'll be staying home for the rest of the day. My little bro went for a soccer tournament since 8 in the morn. &amp;amp; I heard from my mum he scored two goals! :D I couldn't come down to support cause the little girls and me (plus Khyle) had to attend &lt;em&gt;Ngaji&lt;/em&gt;. Oh yah, speaking of &lt;em&gt;Ngaji&lt;/em&gt;, something happened after Friday's class&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Which, I do not wish to elaborate here so heh. ^-^' We got back at around 1pm and the first thing Khyle wanted me to do was to download some songs for him. -.- "Some" huh - More like over twenty songs! &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather pissed when I was otw home from class actually. Two little irritating boys of all time (also in my Ngaji class) who had apparently read some of my &lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt; phone msges, kept teasing me throughout my whole journey home! Haha, if squeezing little boys heads until they weep and beg for forgiveness was considered lady-like, I would have done just that a long, long time ago. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I went for Syarahan with my family. It was a great experience, no doubt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fitnah Dunia &amp;amp; Akhirat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; The speaker was quite amusing actually&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He made me smile looking at his expressions and when he made this sound -&gt; " Wek! Wek! " (When a baby cries), somewhere in between his talk. ;D He was telling us bout how a mother understands her baby the most. :) "Wek!" can mean that the baby wants food or whether the baby wants to pass motion or when the baby just wants to sleep. Its funny how mothers always know what we want when we were once a baby huh? It can never apply to daddy(s) though cause when a baby cries "Wek!" (which cld mean he/she wants to poop), the dad gives he/she more and more food thinking the baby is hungry. Hahaha, poor baby. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the &lt;em&gt;Syarahan&lt;/em&gt;, we drived through MacD and ate in the car. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;Double Cheeseburger&lt;/span&gt; is the BOMB!** ;D&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah, McSpicy nicer. Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family so very much. :]&lt;br /&gt;My brother might be the most irritating little fella ever, but he is also the greatest lil brother a sister like me can ever ever have in her life. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 3am in the morn, he came into my room sayin' he can't go to sleep due to some reason. He said the wind made funny noises outside his window. Haha. So I told him to go back to bed, and if he really can't sleep, come back into my room. And so he did after 2 minutes. -.-" I accompanied him at his room and watched him sleep like a little baby. I curled up at one side of his bed and went back into my room at about 5pm. Trust me, this is the first time I accompanied him to sleep after a very long time. We've been through alot of arguments over the past 10 years? -the moment he learnt how to talk. :B Heh, sometimes I have to show him that I do care and love him. I'm not always the naggy/bossy/noisy/ big sister in his life. ;) -&lt;em&gt;I hope he reads this one day, haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random joke : Yo Momma so fat that when she goes up the weighing scale, it says..."ONE AT A TIME PLEASE." XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I hope no one gets offended, :\ it was on MTV! heh *peace*)&lt;/em&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/1453006353474163573-3842102046710529149?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3842102046710529149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=3842102046710529149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3842102046710529149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3842102046710529149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-still-hear-me-through-all-these.html' title='Can you still hear me through all these distractions?'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8144173897892190775</id><published>2009-06-13T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:59:03.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawing no.1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjKG-Ol0sMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-MNi8_GK1Qo/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img6304.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484111268950210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjKG-Ol0sMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-MNi8_GK1Qo/s400/MsgPlus_Img6304.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing no.2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjKG5WjGBFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/HHCv22h4rxw/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img6411.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484027505640530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjKG5WjGBFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/HHCv22h4rxw/s400/MsgPlus_Img6411.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing no.3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjKGzxHybUI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_TlZW2JvzsY/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img5072.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346483931559652674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjKGzxHybUI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_TlZW2JvzsY/s400/MsgPlus_Img5072.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha, cute right!? :D I drew the second one! Hahahaha, inside joke. ^^"&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/1453006353474163573-8144173897892190775?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8144173897892190775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8144173897892190775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8144173897892190775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8144173897892190775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/drawing-no.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SjKG-Ol0sMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-MNi8_GK1Qo/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img6304.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-289974900417300049</id><published>2009-06-12T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:03:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La Land</title><content type='html'>I'm left with 30 minutes to update. Made a promise with lil brotha to surrender the comp to him by 1pm. =.= F-o-r-c-e-d/ Haaa. Anw I'm going out later at around 2. :) Meeting ehemehem then probably heading back to school to clear up my locker and collect some worksheets from the pegion hole. Miss Su texted GS sayin' that she marked our essays already. Hoho! I remembered giving up on that essay half way through. So yeah, I'll tell you my marks later. Haha. *covers face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently on someone's page. The songs on her playlist are aweeeesome. I'm not even gonna switch on my media player/limewire, cause the songs I have are horrible horrible horrible. I need new songs! Any recommendations? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay 25 minutes left. What to update on? Haha, nothing interesting lately. Well tomorrow night I'm going to the mosque with my family. We're gonna make it a once-a-week kinda routine so, I know I musn't complain and just attend the &lt;em&gt;syarahans &lt;/em&gt;whole-heartedly. Yeaah, I'm sixteen already, thats like 5840 days, 140160 hours, 8409600 minutes, 504576000 seconds of living. :\ The amount of sins = countless. The amount of good deeds = still countable, I assume. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 minutes left. I'm really clueless as to what to type. Lol. Hmm, okay how's my blogskin? I like it simple and I think this is shuweeeeet. ^-^ Okay lah, dif people dif taste. Haha. Fine fine fine. Alright now what emely? ..I wanna ice-skate. (Haaaa,random.) But seriously leh, since last last year you know. But my wish was never granted. *broken-hearted* ...Aaaaand, I want some kind souls to give me a million bucks. ;D I don't know whether it was a dream or what, but I kinda recalled bout a news sayin' a lady threw away her old mattress, in which had a million bucks stuffed into it. :O Hohohohoh. Was I dreaming, or was it really on the news? Haha. All I know Mr.Krab (You know, from Spongebob?) encountered the same thing. Hahahaha. Funny lah that show. ^_______^ Always tickle my funnybones. Ahhhhh 10 more minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh. I nearly forgot! Okay yesterday mr ehemehem and me played Hockey. :D That guy ah seriously ah, one heck of a multi-talented !&amp;amp;$*&amp;amp;!~()*!)#(!) person. He can adapt to like almost every sport. =.=" Irritating you know. I took like what? 3 months? to get my hits right. He took less than a week! Wahlaoweizxs. Anyway before going back, we had a mini match under some block don't know what block. Hahaha. I was dripping sweat! *-*; And the score: 10-7. -.- Guess lah who won. Pfts. All I can say is, it wasn't a fair game. Uhhuh. Someone used his _ _ _ _ as defence. =.=' Teee-peeee-caaaaal. Hahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uncle, this one how much?&lt;br /&gt;White-haired uncle, owner of a mini-mart: Yours ahhh.. $1.50!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;*going to walk out of the mini-mart already*&lt;br /&gt;White-haired uncle, " ": If you not wearing this shirt ah *points at Innova jc shirt*, I think you sec 1 / sec 2 girl ah! *smiles weirdly*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Errr, okay. ....uncle, I'm used to this kinda comments so yah, thanks! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ehem ehem: Hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(kaypo only ah he, =P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-289974900417300049?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/289974900417300049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=289974900417300049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/289974900417300049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/289974900417300049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-la-land.html' title='La La Land'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1681796068234508192</id><published>2009-06-10T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:09:47.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Si-MeuTo0YI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RUFy3e-hxYk/s1600-h/pancake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345645742166430082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Si-MeuTo0YI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RUFy3e-hxYk/s400/pancake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home-made pancakes. (^-^") All I need now is maple syrup. I'm using honey and margarine, no maple. :( I finally settled on pancakes after rummaging for food in the kitchen cabinet/fridge for a good 10minutes. I have no idea why I can't seem to satisfy my little tummy no matter how much I eat! I ate two bowls of rice in the afternoon and I'm already hungry. This is baaaaad, real bad. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I woke up pretty early today. Got my fingers/brains on Chemistry. I'll probably continue with the same topic later on at night cause I'm reallyreally slow when it comes to this subject. I take weeks just to fully understand a single topic, sigh. Hopefully by the end of this month, I can cover up till Chem Equilibrium. I don't need to ace Summer Test, I just want to improve, that's all. :( Beats getting U grades for every single test and having your name up on the wall of shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know how to improve on General Paper. I have no time to read Time mag, neither do I have the discipline to read the newspaper on a daily basis. I watch the news though, but when it comes to Political news, nothing gets into my head. Hahaa. Please emely, you gotta buck up! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh and one last thing, I HAVE NO CLUE ON HOW TO USE THE GC! HOWWWWWWWWW?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday's match was bad. I don't wanna talk about it. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I miss the ball, I get pulled out. I let two balls pass me, and they scored. I screwed the whole thing up lah, haa....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1681796068234508192?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1681796068234508192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1681796068234508192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1681796068234508192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1681796068234508192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-made-pancakes.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Si-MeuTo0YI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RUFy3e-hxYk/s72-c/pancake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7079870391960424940</id><published>2009-06-09T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:48:08.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=adibsbirthday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/adibsbirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hockeylove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/hockeylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a match with Crescent Girls later on. I'm gonna be so black lah by the end of this month, haha. Gave up on sunblocks already. =.=" Okay so these photos were taken yesterday. Shall elaborate on it maybe by tonight? :) Oh btw, Singapore got um, how should I put this nicely...Trashed. Haha, 10-0. (0.0") Gotta get ready to meet wanteng at 2.30! Kirin's not feeling well. :( Boohoo, get well soon babe! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 20th (plus one day) Birthday Adib! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7079870391960424940?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7079870391960424940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7079870391960424940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7079870391960424940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7079870391960424940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-match-with-crescent-girls-later.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8706329643152772638</id><published>2009-06-07T14:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:47:33.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground, and I'll be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SiuMiy779hI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MvgFqrU-f9A/s1600-h/purple2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344519912221832722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SiuMiy779hI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MvgFqrU-f9A/s320/purple2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ipod.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/ipod.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; listening to: Melee - Can't hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And if you can't hold on, maybe it's not time for you..&lt;br /&gt;And if you can't hold on, on your very last try,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there so you know that you're not alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from Ngaji (err, in eng: Qur'an recitation class?^^") at Cik Yati's place. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway we were walking back just now, when it suddenly rained cats and dogs. Haha we had to sprint from one block to another cause there's no shelter in between. Worse still, my flip flop was frictionless! Hahaha. I nearly fell lah, aiyooooh. I've had enough embarassing moments for a week man. Seriously. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So yesterday Kirin, Wanteng and me went to Bugis. Kirin went off first at around 3 so the two of us walked around till about 4+. We saw sooo many cute things there! SO MANY. Even Wanteng agreed! :D Oh yeaah and she bought something for someone (cannot tell you ah,bluek. haha) and I swear tt pressie will be the most unique pressie ever. :) Yey, I somehow cannot wait to see the other party's reaction when she receives it. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If only he's me right now right here, it'll be sweeter &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;." (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=book.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/book.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I need money more than ever now. There's so many things on my wishlist. Especially after yesterday's outting. Haha. The biggest thing on my wishlist would be a bag then it comes down all the way to this cute little keychain. And in between would be the Hannah Montana movie. Yes, nothing's gonna change my mind on that one okay. Hahaha. I need discipline. I need to save up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone just went dead. I hate it. Why didn't I charge it yesterday night while I was sleeping? =.= Oh btw! I got something for my phone from Bugis! :D Hehehe, from now on, there shall be no more scratches and I don't have to panic everytime I wake up, not seeing my phone next to me. You know why? Because I sleep with my phone. The previous phone that I had always ends up under the bed. Yes, I probably kicked it off the bed or something whenever I have nightmares. Hoho! So yah, I get all panicky if I don't see this new phone beside me. The bad thing bout having touch screen phones; you can't afford to drop it. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMGGGGGG, I HATE IT WHEN THE NEIGHBOUR ON TOP HAMMERS NON-STOP! *blasts music into ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,gahhhh.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-8706329643152772638?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8706329643152772638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8706329643152772638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8706329643152772638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8706329643152772638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/youll-be-anchor-that-keeps-my-feet-on.html' title='You&apos;ll be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground, and I&apos;ll be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SiuMiy779hI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MvgFqrU-f9A/s72-c/purple2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-3732581436206093921</id><published>2009-06-06T02:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:08:17.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible for the world to look like this forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Silr0PYtQ2I/AAAAAAAAAps/piCY0EbYV80/s1600-h/Hannah-montana-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343920978079335266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Silr0PYtQ2I/AAAAAAAAAps/piCY0EbYV80/s400/Hannah-montana-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I.JUST.WANT.TO.WATCH.THIS.NO.MATTER.WHAT.YOU.PEOPLE.MAY.SAY. ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaahsey. I fell asleep at 1am just now but then, I woke up again and I couldn't get back to sleep. So here I am, blogging and trying to make myself sleepy. :) Haha. &lt;em&gt;Bore yourself to sleep emelyyyyy&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm. So let's see. This will be my second post for today! Eh but today is alrd considered a Saturday sooooo I'm gonna blog in advance! Hehe. I was at the traffic light near Siling primary when mr.ehem ehem called asking me to search for him from where I was standing. Hahaha. He was like... "I know you're at the Zebra Crossing now~ And now you're walking towards the traffic light rigggght?" =___=' Lol but I really couldn't see him waving at me from above. -.- Oh and I know why! Hahaha okay shh. &lt;strong&gt;Hints: G.I ! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached his block, hid behind a wall, and observed him. Hahahahaha I couldn't help but smile and laugh. :D He has this very small and cute little head. Now I can mess with it anytime I want without you nagging. Hahaha. (Oh yah, remember 'bout the deal? You signed it already hor~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we went to Vista and bought my passion fruit milk tea! :D Then to Cold Storage (?), bought mint chocs (which VJ dropped during training, so I was left with this one little choc seed at the end of the day. haha! -.-) and *poof!* reached school for our Hockey training! :D The weather was baaaaaad. I swear we could have cooked eggs on our heads. The girls brushed up on our three basics then we played a small game among the 6 of us. At about 6.30? We formed a team with Adib and Ash and played against the hockey boys. :) It was veryveryvery fun. No doubt! ^-^ Haha the sense of satisfaction when you get to defend the ball from nearing the goal post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended at around 7.30. Showered, placed all our sticks back into the lockers and headed to Banquet for dinner. Ordered my all time favourite HOKKIEN PRAWN MEE. (I tend to jumble up the words soo, idk whether this is the correct way to spell it. hee) I realised something during dinner. I realised that when one irritating guy mixes with another irritating guy, we're spellin' trouble and mayhem. Hahaha (Ash and Irfan ahhhhh!) Irritating like urgh! Hahaha. "Squeek squeek", wth man. Haha luckily I patient you know, if nottttt.. I would have stuffed all my prawn fillers up ya'll little noses tyvm! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay one last bit before I tuck in. I think ah, I got this problem with smrt buses. Seriously lah. The other time, the bus just zoomed pass me although I was obviously standing there, waiting eagerly for it to stop. This time round, when I finally flagged the bus like crazy, infront of alot of people, the bus turned out to be OUT OF SERVICE and ZOOMED PASS ME AGAIN. WTH WTH WTH. The unloved/unwanted one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing Irfan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-3732581436206093921?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3732581436206093921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=3732581436206093921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3732581436206093921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3732581436206093921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/waaaahsey.html' title='Is it possible for the world to look like this forever?'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Silr0PYtQ2I/AAAAAAAAAps/piCY0EbYV80/s72-c/Hannah-montana-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-5219388061006877285</id><published>2009-06-05T10:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:07:46.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/ipod.gif" border="0" /&gt; listening to: Demi Lovato - Don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our love is like a song, you can't forget it.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song has been playing in my head for the past 24hrs. Heh, you guys must watch the music video! See how she expresses herself. :( Well, I'm suppose to have training today but it has been cancelled for us girls. However, I'm still going back to school with Kirin, Wanteng, Iris, Maria &amp;amp; Darli to hit around (Hopefully the other girls will turn up as well)! :D Adib's taking the guys for training. Thank goodness we don't have to run with them! (Well I really hope we don't have to... :P) &lt;em&gt;"My pinky's giving waaay"&lt;/em&gt;.. Haha okay nvm, internal joke-internal joke. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, there'll be training in the morning then at night, we'll be watching a Hockey match. (Singapore VS. INDIAAAA) Coach is giving us free tickets! :D So in between (as in, after morning training till about 5?), maybe we'll be heading to town first. ^^ On Tuesday, we'll be having a friendly match with Crescent. I love hockey! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now at around 9am, right after I woke up, a primary sch mate of mine called just to say hello! The last time I saw him was 4/5 years ago. Haha that was reallllly random. Got to know he's 1.70cm tall now. Thats a whooping 30cm taller from last time! How can that beeeee. Now I miss the old times. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me.Mo.Rees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I used to catch snails and once, we were caught by the discipline master and we had to stand infront of everyone with our heads down, in the hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to feed the terrapines with this red little fruit found in the eco-garden. (we sneaked into the eco-garden just to pluck those little fruits for them, haha!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We used to play "Crocodiles" with the boys. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We played Hopscotch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I had center-parting, hahahaha. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mother tied up my hair into two ponytails, using ribbons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My partner used to irritate me by pulling my hair everytime Cikgu Asmidah wasn't looking. =.= (Don't think I forgot how you look likeeeee! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hated this one guy, eversince we were forced to hold hands everytime we lined up in twos. - And (the worse part) once, my mum signed me up for swimming class and I got to know his father was my swimming coach! Hahahaha what a small world lah! I hated him more everytime he comes down to swim. -.- / :B Now I don't know where he is and I kinda miss him. -Isacc. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I was a really mischievious girl back then. Haha, no joke. I remember Cikgu Asmidah pulling my ear and twisting it until it became red. I remember having to do jumping jacks and squads at the corner of the class. :( I remember writing fake love letters to a girlfriend of mine and I was sooo stupid I wrote it in PINK. So the teacher saw my pink pen and it matches with the ink on the letter so I was called out. I cried and I begged her not to call my mum. Haha, believe it or not! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I remember the Birthday cake. "Happy Birthday Zullina!" ^-^" Heeeh, that was embarassing! But I loved them to bits for their effort, I really did. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyirah, Hanisah, Sharifah, Liyana, Zakiah, Haizum, Nasroon, Zulkifli, Ahmad, Abu, Afiq, Raihan ... I still keep the teddy-bear diary in which you guys wrote your biodata in! :D I wonder how you guys are doing right now... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...Good old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-5219388061006877285?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5219388061006877285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=5219388061006877285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5219388061006877285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5219388061006877285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t forget.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6520381067024466895</id><published>2009-06-02T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:27:56.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 facts.</title><content type='html'>Here are ten facts :&lt;br /&gt;1. Your reading my comment&lt;br /&gt;2. Now your saying/thinking thats a stupid fact.&lt;br /&gt;4. You didnt notice that i skipped 3.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your checking it now.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your smiling.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your still reading my comment.&lt;br /&gt;8. You know all you have read is true.&lt;br /&gt;10. You didn't notice that i skipped 9.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your checking it now.&lt;br /&gt;12. You didn't notice there are only 10 facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D See, I can read your minds rigggght. Hahaha. No lah, lifted this from some YouTube comment. Hehehe, anw did I make you guys smile? ^___^" If not hor, you people are too serious! Haha, or am I the only weirdo here? I smiled to myself reading tt, hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-6520381067024466895?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6520381067024466895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6520381067024466895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6520381067024466895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6520381067024466895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-facts.html' title='10 facts.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7354568141406942738</id><published>2009-06-01T09:34:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:03:38.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"superkellyfragellisticexpiellydoughes!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, today is already 1st of June. I'm left with approx 28 days(?) to my first two major papers. General Paper and Malay. I really don't like the fact that GP and Malay are on the same days. :( The following day will be Chem and Maths, and thats even worse! The following following day will then be Biology and Econs. How miserable can my life get you tell me? Haha. Jiayouuuu emelyyyyy... By hook or my crook, I MUST AT LEAST PASS MY H2 CHEMISTRY! (MUST EMELY, MUSSSSSSSSSST.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:280%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking 'bout Saturday the 30th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Warning: Long entry ahead. ^-^")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay here goes.. Mr ehemehem and me met up at around 11am at the usual busstop then we proceeded to CWP's interchange. (We waited for weeks just for this day okay! Haha) Someone hor very confident tau he wanted to take 856 to Queensway. Hahaha luckily we asked an "adult" for directions. :P Waited for 961 and while waiting, we ate this Scotland biscuit (Very buttery and &lt;em&gt;superkellyfragelisticexpiellydoughesly&lt;/em&gt; nice! :D - I'll give you free access to my blog if you guys can pronounce this? Hahaha, isn't it free already. =.=) Right. So the point is, the biscuit is superduper yummy lah. It melts in your mouth, omg i just wanted moreeeeee. *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took our seats, sat behind two elderlies (Around 60+?). One with grey hair, the other with dyed hair (Red corourrrr. /colour ^^). They had soooo many things to talk about! And at one point of time, one of them was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"Ehhh there's a thread stuck on your ear ring! Remove it remove it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"Aiyaaa, nvm laaaa. Its only a thread what!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"Cannotttt, just remove it la! Hurry hurry!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whereee? I cannot feel it la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"There thereeee, its still there!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Translated from chinese to english*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah it took them like 15 minutes to get the matter done and over it. So cute right? Just because of a thread. Sooo caring lor the friend. Haha I was telling Mr ehemehem those two will be Kirin and me at old age. Hahaha the grey one will be Kirin, the kanchiong one. HAHAHA, whoever is reading this, please don't tell her? Promise? Hehehehe jk lah.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Queensway, went into almost every single shop, spent approx an hour there. Someone kept stepping on my poor little slipper! I wonder whoooo. Hahaha you ah..pfts. Kay then we went out of the place, asked people again for directions cause someone wasn't sure which bus to take to the mrt station. Hahahaha took 195 I think. Then took the train to Somerset. For once, I was right! That it was better if we were to stop at Somerset instead of Orchard in order to get to Heeren the fastest. :D (I know laaa, im sucha noob can. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reached Somerset*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irfan&lt;/strong&gt;: "Oh correct ah.. the sign says take exit B to Heeren."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "Really? OK!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After 5 minutes..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irfan&lt;/strong&gt;: *looks at each other* "Soooo, um where's exit B again? HAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "HAHAHAHA I ALSO DONT KNOWWW. HAHAHAHA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHA THE TWO LITTLE NOOBS OF ALL TIME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reached Heeren* I saw this cute little purple Billabong coin pouch and I want it soooo bad. :( I could have saved 80 bucks by this week but school ah, seriously draining away all my money. I saw this one shoe for school and I sooo want it as well. Money, pour on me now, prettypretty please? I said pretty twice leh.. Haha. (Haiya) Then we went to Fourskin and being the fickle minded youths that we are, we took quite some time there. Wait, when I said "we", it refers mostly to him lah not me. Hahaha he ah, if can wanted to buy every single thing there la. Haha! In the end, he bought this cute black box-like side bag (seriously cute I tell youuuuu.) and I wore it for the rest of the day. HAHAHA. Free rider. ^-^" P/S: SOMEONE NEARLY FELL AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA AND HE THOUGHT I DIDN'T SEE, AHAHAHA. *still giggling at the thought of it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we walked towards Far East and along the way, we got free COKESZX! They were seriously giving away bottles of free coke lah. Typical Singaporeans..extremely happy at the sight of free goods. :D Got free balloons also you know! Hehehe but I didn't take lah, although I was so tempted to. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reached Far East* We went up to Cahaya and placed our orders. Our hotplate seafood noodles wasn't that yummy. :( The gravy was tasteless, but oh well, when you're hungry, anything goes kan kan. :) But the wanton and char kway was niceeeeeee. Anyway there was this girl beside us who was soooo talkative. Her language was so harsh lah. Tsktsk. Took the train home, and was almost squashed by the neighbouring people. There was this guy beside me, a tall, dark-skinned guy who had his earpiece on. He was humming a song, and apparently, being the short one right beside him, I could hear every single note. First, I just smiled to myself. But after holding it for like 5 minutes, and after his note became higher and higher, I couldnt help but BURST INTO HYSTERICAL LAUGHTERS! I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO HEARD IT! HAHAHA OH MAN. IT WENT SOMETHING LIKE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;"OoOoOUuU, AH AH AH! OoOoOoh WAH AH AH! HUM HUM HUMMMM~AHHHH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *like letting out the fart sound, you know?*-what,in,the,world,was,that? What genre can someone please kindly tell me? (HAHAHAHA very funny lah,irfan burst into laughter the moment I told him to hear closely to what the guy was humming. ;D) Heeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reached Woodlands* Sat around for awhile, talked and laughed somemore until approx 6:30pm. My phone, was on silent. .... :( When I took it out, there was 7 missed calls and several msges. My parents tried to reach me but to no avail. I shall not elaborate what took place after that but we ended up CHASING the 912 bus like crazy! From one end to the other! Hahaha. Its funny how there's always something memorable... :) Thanks Irfan, for the day and esp for running with me like there's no tomorrow just to catch the bus. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;^______^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7354568141406942738?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7354568141406942738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7354568141406942738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7354568141406942738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7354568141406942738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/06/talking-bout-saturday-30th.html' title='&quot;superkellyfragellisticexpiellydoughes!&quot;'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6206049846444927155</id><published>2009-05-27T22:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:05:19.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body aches!</title><content type='html'>MY BACK ACHES. MY THIGHS ACHE. MY LITTLE PINKY ALSO ACHING I DONT KNOW WHY, HAHA? We had hockey training just now from 5 to about 7.30pm. After such a long time! I've lost it. My hitting S-U-C-K-S. :'( I cant even hit the ball after so many tries. Really really suckish. And I fell like &lt;em&gt;nangka busuk&lt;/em&gt; again just now during the match, while running for the ball. Hahaha. So embarassing. We learnt a new skill today; Reverse sweep. Coach kept telling me to slant the stick up a lil bit cause mine was counted as a back stick. So yeah, even my direction wasn't accurate lor. :( Nvm, I'm gonna try and try and try again until I get it right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawwwwns, rub eyes, blinkblink, trying hard to stay awake...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Just now before Hockey, I was alone lah at the library. I sat at this table which is directly infront of the lib staircase. So everytime someone goes up or down, I'll look up and smile at them. Hahahaa I don't even know why I felt like doing that. :P Lol maybe cause I was bored at that point of time. Hoho. Anyway I did my Bio mindmaps. ^-^" I've at least accomplished something today lor, unlike other days. Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Helicase, DNA polymerase 3, topoisomerase (?), primase, RNA primer, telomerase, single-strand binding protein, DNA polymerase 1, DNA ligase, DNA template, semi-conservative replication (?), okazaki fragment, lagging strand, leading strand, replication bubble, replication fork, supercoiling, 3' -&gt; 5' / 5'-3'..."&lt;/em&gt; (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I almost had a heart attack just now when I reached home. I was frantically searching the whole house for my phone. :O :O Becauseeee it wasn't in my bag when I ransacked it. So I walked in circles in my room for a good 10mins just trying to calm myself down. :\ I was so panicky that I didnt even think bout using my house phone to call my phone (you know, the ringtone? so that one can detact where it is in the house that kinda thing? heh yah I totally forgot.) Worst still, I was so scared that I jumbled up Irfan's number. So I called alot of wrong numbers before..."Hello? Is this Irfan??".."Hello? Ya yahh!..." :P Irritating seh the other numbers. "Heyyy, you got miss me or notttt?" - Some chinese guy who picked up my call. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah wth kan. HUHU. I quickly said "Erm, oh sorry sorry I got the wrong number!" Hahahahah I bet the guy was really paisey-ed. Heeeez. Imagine if I were to say something like "Urgh no? I dont miss you? Let's break ahhhh, I love Richard now. HAHAHAHA." Who in the world is Richard anyway? Hahahaha apejurr emely. Lame, so lame. Luckily I ain't that mean lah hor, hee. :) Oh yah, in the end I found it in the middle of my fullscap booklet. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was so sweet you know. He waited for me up till 8.30pm in the canteen and I didn't even knowwwww until Yvonne happily jumped(!) infront of me saying that he's at the far end of the canteen. LOL. :D :D :D And then he walked me home. Do you know how far my house is? Haha well okay to me its quite far la. That's why I always take the bus home,hee. But then when he walks me home, the journey seems pretty short and I like it cause 1) its a form of exercise and 2) 45/55cents saved! ^-^" Oh yaaaah and more thing! KAY WAIT LEMME LAUGH FIRST. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, that someone (I shall not humiliate him, although his name is alrd sumwhere in this entry :P) horrr, is in badminton la. So, he hangs/slots his badminton racket at his back. Then then he told me a story bout how he got irritated thinking that someone knocked his head from the back while he was walking the other day. HAHAHAHA AND HE ACTUALLY GOT WORRIED THRUOUT HIS WHOLE JOURNEY CAUSE HE THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS PLAYING WITH HIM. =___=" Lol, &lt;em&gt;padahal padahal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 12.20am. Bisa saya jalan/mundur diri(?) dahulu? Bisa bisa? Okeyzxs bye, selamat malam kepada kalian semua, mimpilah mimpi-mimpi yang sempurna, ya ya ya? Okeyzxs muchloveee, bye goodnite folks! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-6206049846444927155?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6206049846444927155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6206049846444927155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6206049846444927155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6206049846444927155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-back-aches.html' title='Body aches!'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-2966385933606375842</id><published>2009-05-25T21:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:06:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"In 3 days time, it'll be Biology SA. :( You know how worried I am? Ahhhh,verrry. Because why? Because I've not studied for it. Because why? Because if I fail, Mrs Oh gonna talk to my parents. Because why? Because it holds quite a big percentage which ultimately determines whether I get promoted to JC2 next year or not. Ahhhh,see the importance now? :( And why am I still slacking mans? Crazy little girl. Haish." - a week ago?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(today) HEHEHEHEHEH IVE GOT GOOD NEWSSSSS! :D My super last minute mugging paid off for Biology! Lol, I got a C GRADE!!! CCCCCCCCCCCC. you know how happy I was just now when I checked the board? Hee, actually I searched for my name under the U grade first. :( then then i became happier than ever lor. My name directly below mr smartiepants :P Heeeeez. Mind you hor, I got a U grade for my last major test. UUUUUUUUUUU :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got back my maths FA. 80/100 :)&lt;br /&gt;Malay results not out yet, probably tmr.&lt;br /&gt;GP essay also haven get back. So far, I only get borderline passes for GP. The best was a C grade. :(&lt;br /&gt;Chem energetics test, failed as usual. Chem whatszx. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooooooooooooooo gonna buck up during the June holidays. Especially for econs! Gotta start loving it as much as before. :) Oh btw Ms Adelene, my econs tutor, gonna leave us for good. :( SHE JUST CAME AND NOW SHE'S ALRD LEAVING. Man, just when I'm starting to appreciate and like her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back you know. ^^" I ate prata cheese and egg at Vista with ehemehems, irfan la. Hahaa he is one irritating little dude, no doubt bout that. :) Haha so many things irritated me today. FIRST, SOMEONE AH SOMEONEEEE KESAT CHEESE ONTO MY PINK BAG. (HAHAHA, okay lah joke of the day, hee.) THEN SOMEONE SPILLED BANANA SMOOTHIE ONTO MY SHOE BAG. SOMEONE WANTED TO ACT SWEET BUT ENDED UP HITTING MY FOREHEAD (accidentally, BUT STILL!!) HAHAHA. OH AND THE WORST EVER THING WAS WHEN HE OFFERED TO HELP ME CARRY MY BURGER. YAH, GUESS WHAT HAPPENED? HE WAS SO CLUMSY, THE MOMENT IT WAS IN HIS HANDS, MY BURGER FELL PATTY-FIRST (you know, like "butt-first/head-first that kinda thing? haha) AND ROLLED ON THE DIRTY FLOOR LIKE NANGKA BUSUK. :( :( :( HAHAHA, KAY IM LAUGHING WHILE TYPING THIS. *awkward stares by the adults in the house.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH AND TODAY, IN THE MORNING, KIRIN AND ME RAN THREE ROUNDS LEH THEN AFTER THAT PANCIT. Like seriously pancit. Hahahahaha cause we ran quite fast lah kan kan? :P I thought I forgot to bring my maroon socks just now so we missed the 6.30 bus cause I ran up to get it. :( rupe-rupenye it was really in my bag laaaaa near the zip area there. Wahliaoxz. Got one Bangla angry with me cause I die die wanted the lift to stay on the 11th floor. I told him to wait. Hehehe desperate times call for desperate measures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened today? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I just feel like saying this in my blog entry today.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"How can you be so downright &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heartless&lt;/span&gt; ....?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(green, with envy? red, with hatred?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-2966385933606375842?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2966385933606375842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=2966385933606375842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2966385933606375842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2966385933606375842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-3-days-time-itll-be-biology-sa_25.html' title='Biology.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-3608943504979334904</id><published>2009-05-24T18:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:06:50.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralalalaa~</title><content type='html'>1. I had Ngaji from 9:30am to 12:30pm. Before that, we (as in the whole family) had nuggets for breakfast. I think I ate ten 'cause I was damn hungry. The nuggets were so golden, so crispy, so yummy, so tender, so juicy, so finger-lickin' good I tell you. If only the packaging was still around, I'd tell you guys the brand. Hehe. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Without bibik around, I have to do all the cleaning up by myself. SO(!), first I did my bed, fluffed the pillows, folded the blankie, swept the floor, opened the curtains, wiped the windows, wiped the mirror on my wall, hanged all my clothes and folded all my ehem-ehems. Haha, ah ah what you thinkin'? :P Oh and I organised all my little care bears in one single file. Afterwhich I went out and helped mum with the rest of the house. I keep fluffing every single pillow I see lah for some reason. But then i threathened everyone else who dared sit on them. ^-^ Mmhmm. Okay then then while I was cleaning the garden area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Little Bird: "Chip chip chip!" *cutely* -on my mum's leaf-&lt;br /&gt;Me: "CHIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!" *loudly...... :(*&lt;br /&gt;Cute Little Bird: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*jumps down, seriously it PRACTICALLY JUMPED/DIVED(!) DOWN, BUTT-FIRST(!), &lt;u&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/u&gt; OPENING HIS WINGS :O :O :O*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Can you guys just take a second to imagine that? Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I think I gave him the shock of his life o-m-g that poor little thing. :X Eh, I feel bad you know dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I seriously hope its okay man. &lt;em&gt;Hoho, and besides, I was just being friendly... (:\)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother makes the best Mee Soto in the whole wide world. w begedels (rolled potatoes?) filled with minced meat, w the white tender chicken meat on top, w fried little onions (basically,its bawang goreng la k. -.-), w very hot but nice chili, w yellow/white mee &amp;amp; um, ketupat in english what ah? Ahh yah that one and obviously w the super nice super tasty soup. Heeeeeez. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-3608943504979334904?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3608943504979334904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=3608943504979334904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3608943504979334904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3608943504979334904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/1.html' title='Tralalalaa~'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8892621659376963635</id><published>2009-05-24T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:10:04.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You belong with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="195" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-8892621659376963635?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8892621659376963635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8892621659376963635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8892621659376963635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8892621659376963635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='You belong with me.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-30519145927587262</id><published>2009-05-23T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:34:44.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/ShgONipkDoI/AAAAAAAAApk/qp1dUM5u7XQ/s1600-h/stoning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339032984049946242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/ShgONipkDoI/AAAAAAAAApk/qp1dUM5u7XQ/s400/stoning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Oh,if you guys are wondering how I looked like the whole day. ^^ *points to picture*) Like some ghost from a horror movie eh? Tell me about it. :B Why the face? Because.....&lt;em&gt; Satu&lt;/em&gt;: I woke up this morning, checked my inbox, it was still empty. (Very sad lahhhh don't ask me why, haha.) .... *5 minutes later*... Hohohohohoh mum just asked for help. To clear the rubbish bin. Hahaha I went out in my oversized night dress mind you. Luckily the neighbours are sound asleep. :P So where was I? Oh yah ...&lt;em&gt;Dua&lt;/em&gt;: That boy ahhhh, haven top up his prepaid! You know we're suppose to be at a play right now. Yes you heard me, a play! But he told me (yesterday night) that the tix were all sold out alrd. :( Sad right?! If not this will be the second time EVER that I get to go out, legally, at night, WITH a valid reason. :P And this brings us to the third point to substantiate the reason for that pathetic face at the side. Lol. Hmm so right now, all I'm doing is blogging and chatting. I'm waiting for him to call me tau actually but right now all I can hear is "the cricket sound". :B / :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate alot you knowwww. My mum didn't work today cause lil brother and me had tuition at home. Okay the main reason actually was because today is the first day of tuition for me with a guy. Yahhh, a guy. Hahaha first time, EVER. I gave up already with female tutors. Don't wanna talk about it. :P So anyway he is good in Chemistry. He took H3 chem seh what can I say? But whenever I look at him, I feel like laughing. Hahahahaaha something about him reminds me of Hong Chiong, an old pal of mine. ^^ Mmhmm. But overall, it was okay. I finally understood half of Chem Bonding (in a day). :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-30519145927587262?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/30519145927587262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=30519145927587262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/30519145927587262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/30519145927587262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohif-you-guys-are-wondering-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/ShgONipkDoI/AAAAAAAAApk/qp1dUM5u7XQ/s72-c/stoning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4952293304135130942</id><published>2009-05-22T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:49:01.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SharWizEzoI/AAAAAAAAApc/mzGCAqPOMQg/s1600-h/P22-05-09_03.47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642812080803458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SharWizEzoI/AAAAAAAAApc/mzGCAqPOMQg/s400/P22-05-09_03.47.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SharID-IFkI/AAAAAAAAApU/KACplgo8EZ0/s1600-h/P22-05-09_03.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642563287488066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SharID-IFkI/AAAAAAAAApU/KACplgo8EZ0/s400/P22-05-09_03.48.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Shaq2HGJtOI/AAAAAAAAApM/rSv9d680YpQ/s1600-h/P22-05-09_03.50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642254888809698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/Shaq2HGJtOI/AAAAAAAAApM/rSv9d680YpQ/s400/P22-05-09_03.50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Innova JC Basketball Boys went into the finals against Hwa Chong today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(National level!) :D I think this is the first time in history that we get into the finals? They are a bunch of hella awesome players I tell you. Eventhough we got second place, I think the boys played extremely well lah. Their fitness level is &lt;u&gt;superb&lt;/u&gt;. Seriouslyyyy. They dived for the ball, they jumped as high as they could go (Their legs like got spring seh.), worked as a team and used a wideeee variety of skills to bounce the ball pass through their opponents.^-^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4952293304135130942?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4952293304135130942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4952293304135130942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4952293304135130942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4952293304135130942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/innova-jc-basketball-boys-went-into.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SharWizEzoI/AAAAAAAAApc/mzGCAqPOMQg/s72-c/P22-05-09_03.47.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4937624125963792375</id><published>2009-05-21T22:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:27:46.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching American Idooooooool! :D AHHHHHHHHH, THE CUTE ONE WON, THE CUTE ONEEEEE. Hahahaha what's his name again? Kris is it? Hehehe yesyes that one woooooooon. Weeeheehee. Okay, wtv emely. =.= you watch the finals only, don't action ehk. Hahahaha. I remember telling myself not to watch american idol eversince Alexis Grace went out. She's cute and pretty lah (Oh oh and she's small! ;P) eventhough she's already a mum. And her baby is so adorable I telyuuu. Okay fine, let's skip this. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether I should update bout this part but I think I want to lah heh. You know on Tuesday I think, after Malay lesson, I was quite..sad ah don't ask why. Heh! No lah I will tell you why. :) Because : 1) I thought my phone was missing cause it wasnt in my bag. But then Kirin made me feel all better when she said that my daddy texted her sayin' that my phone was left in the car. Haha. (Soooo forgetful,tsk.) 2) I wasn't able to double check my karangan (compo) for grammatical errors etc! Haha (mesti banyak seh you know? uhhuh die die.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaaaand&lt;/em&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mr ehemehem and me were sad bcos of um, something. I was sad at first because of what he said. So I went to the library alone, but then he followed me from behind w/o me knowing. Then I told him to leave me and he left... so I tried to distract myself by walking to the shelves, to find something to read. Flipped through a few pages of an econs book, then.. &lt;em&gt;'it'&lt;/em&gt; began. The silent emotional breakdown only the books and I shall ever remember. Heh ;) *okayskipskipfastforward* But then he came back and we talked. :) I was still not so okay (kill me please for being too sensitive) so we left for our respective H1 classes. Econs/Hist. SIX words. -&gt; &lt;u&gt;BEING&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;u&gt;IN&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;u&gt;CLASS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;u&gt;FELT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;u&gt;UTTERLY&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;u&gt;SUCKISH&lt;/u&gt;. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But horrr, after my econs, I met him at the foyer there and we smiled at each other. And then the problems like suddenly dissappeared... :) *cutting short*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yesterday, I was shockingly touched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(It overcame everything tt took place the day before :)). I'll you why. ^^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my hockey and after his badminton, we met up as per normal and he walked me home. My hands were full so he kept my phone inside his shoebag. (might sound smelly buttttt.. no lah! well at least I like to think of it that way :P) So so so we walked and walked, talked and talked, and VOALA!-we arrived under my block. I entered the lift, sticked out my tongue like a naive little child (haha,wth self-mockery), and waved goodbye through the lift window. My bibik opened the door, I went in, wanted to bath straight away, but then my bibik stopped me and said something like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Kakak tahu tak? Tadi Bibik nampak mcm ada orang ngendap ngendap kakak di hujung lif tu, tempat tangga! Rambotnya krenteng, pakai baju PEE-EEE mcm kakak!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Mukanya mcm teman kakak yang kakak tunjukkan bibik hari itu! Apa namanya? Irfan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Betuuuuuuul. SUNGGUH. BIBIK NAMPAK MUKANYA MEREP MCM IRFAN!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was damn scared lah at that point of time. Don't know whether to believe her or not cause it's like almost impossible? He was waving back at me at the first floor like a minute ago? Hahaha. Then "Kring Kringgg!" the house phone went off. He called sayin' that he's outside my door with my phone. So I opened the door quickly, and there he was, panting and sweating. ^^ AWWW, found out that he realised it when I was already at the 2-3rd storey so he practically sprinted up the stairs just to return it to me. :( :( :( And do you know which floor I'm at? 10+4+2-5. Yaaaa, so sweet right! He said that he was a second too late, cause my bibik closed the gates already by the time he reached. Now you guys understand the usage of the term ''shockingly touched"? :D Haha. I feel baaaaaaaad. :( I've been teasing him everyday, called him names, mocked him, tested his patience but still he.... haiyos, what kind of girl am I? :\ tsktsk. One day I shall repay his kindness ok. Shhhhh :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Brief summary of today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bibik went home already. For 10 days. Then she continuing with her contract for another 2 years once she comes back to Singapore. :D The house, so far, is still under control. Hoho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I almost went berserk when I remembered that I didn't bring my running shoes home after Hockey yesterday. It was left on the canteen table. But once again, KIRIN THE BESTEST FRIEND EVER EVER EVER, kept it for me in my locker! :))))) TYVM, dunno what I'll do without you, you know or not? :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a rainy day so I studied with mr.genius in school until 7 and then we went off. ^^"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yups, and this post basically summarises up almost everything. =.=" Haha, I realise I'm quite a whiny girl. Hmm..oh well, goodnight and sweet dreams everybodeh. :] note to self: "SET ALARM CLOCK - 6:30AM!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4937624125963792375?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4937624125963792375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4937624125963792375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4937624125963792375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4937624125963792375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-watching-american-idooooooool-d.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8200463196879272401</id><published>2009-05-18T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:46:11.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/ShBpM1ncLyI/AAAAAAAAApE/icEg2S5kwXQ/s1600-h/old+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336881227705888546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/ShBpM1ncLyI/AAAAAAAAApE/icEg2S5kwXQ/s400/old+pic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; And I kiiiiiiiiiiinda miss having straight hair. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1453006353474163573-8200463196879272401?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8200463196879272401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8200463196879272401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8200463196879272401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8200463196879272401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-i-kiiiiiiiiiiinda-miss-having.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/ShBpM1ncLyI/AAAAAAAAApE/icEg2S5kwXQ/s72-c/old+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4761978865387277832</id><published>2009-05-18T02:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:27:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time check. Its 2:58am in the morning of 18 May 2009. The day all Innova Biology students dread most. (Okay when I say ALL, I think it only applies to me. =.=") Hoho. You know today I was very-very disciplined okay. I woke up at 6am to pray, then I slept again all the way to 10am. The first thing I did when I woke up was to go to my study table, take out a blank paper and plan out my scedule for the day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today's Scedule ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;10-10.30am :&lt;/span&gt; Bath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;10.30-11am :&lt;/span&gt; Eat breakfast. It was scrambled eggs f.y.i. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;11-12pm :&lt;/span&gt; Malay comprehension. (I completed it within one hour, no cheating this time round leh. :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;12 - 12.30pm :&lt;/span&gt; Watched cartoon, forgot what I watched though. I think it was fairly odd parents? ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;12.30 - 1pm :&lt;/span&gt; Newspaper article write-up. (No escaping for us 0911B's, huahua.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1pm - 2pm :&lt;/span&gt; Completed the qns assigned for maths tutorial. :D :D :D (But I still dont know whether my ans is correct, hmm.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2pm - 3pm : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ate THE OH SO DELICIOUS MEE HOON MUMMEH COOKED. :) -All time fav okay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Watched cartoons, yet again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Prayed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3pm - 12pm:&lt;/span&gt; -BIOLOGY BIOLOGY BIOLLLLL-OGY ALL THE WAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;12 pm onwards (cannot tahan already, so what I do?) :&lt;/span&gt; - Switch on computer, bloghop, edited some things for my GPP,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;upload pictures, and chatted with mr.youknowwho again cause apparently someone hasnt topped-up his card. :P everytime his card goes low, I'll be there msging to myself you know. I mean he can still receive my msges what. So I msged and replied to my own msg, yes like some lunatic like that. Hahaha. Well at least I made him smile. :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to finish up on my revision/memorisations already by now but sad thing is, I'm still not done with alot of parts. :( I skip skip skip alot of things I scared all those that I skipped are the ones that will come out for tomorrow's test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bangs head! (on pillow :B)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow during PE, I'm gonna play badminton with you-know-who! :D Hahahahaha I can't wait actually...(Wait, I've not completed my sentence)...to beat him at his own game! Huahuahuahua. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.10am already. I'm left with 3 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WILL.I.BE.ABLE.TO.SURVIVE.TMR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4761978865387277832?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4761978865387277832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4761978865387277832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4761978865387277832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4761978865387277832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-check.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1640877537014563820</id><published>2009-05-15T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:51:43.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In 3 days time, it'll be Biology SA. :( You know how worried I am? Ahhhh,verrry. Because why? Because I've not studied for it. Because why? Because if I fail, Mrs Oh gonna talk to my parents. Because why? Because it holds quite a big percentage which ultimately determines whether I get promoted to JC2 next year or not. Ahhhh,see the importance now? :( And why am I still slacking mans? Crazy little girl. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be studying like a maniac lah at the library. I really hope I get to absorb as much as possible. I just want a pass. Pretty please? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so today it was rainy. Its been quite some time eh the sky din pour as much as it did today. :) Hockey training was cancelled so we waited for the rain to stop and did some self-hits. The ball kept going to the field area! Wanteng lah made me run here run there to chase her balls. Hahahaha, jk lah. She's a great hockey partner cause her hits are super strong. I can't even stop her ball properly. Hahaha. Shame on you emely! But I'm glad I can hit a moving ball now. :D I think I can play golf already you know! Hahahhaa betooool, no kidding :P cheyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 5:40pm, Irfan ended badminton and waited for me at the canteen there. Talked to his coach for the very first time. Kinda able to judge what kind of person he is. :P Haha..so then we proceeded to the 912 busstop and went to old Marsiling area to get something altered. I was soooooooooooo craving for PRATA (I SWEAR!) eversince 3 days back! So so so, we thought of eating prata there lah. But ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Urm urm, is there prata cheese? How much ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "NOW NOOO HAP PRRRRATA OREDY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO SAAAAAAD// :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, tmr ah tmr, I die die want my prata man. :P Haha, so I ended up buying Mee Goreng as an alternative. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;1) STUDY, STUDY, STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;(AAAAH NOTE TO SELF: NO MORE PROCRASTINATING!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1640877537014563820?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1640877537014563820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1640877537014563820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1640877537014563820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1640877537014563820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-3-days-time-itll-be-biology-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1233542111934187097</id><published>2009-05-14T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:24:49.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOOO IRRITATING!</title><content type='html'>THE MOST EMBARASSING THING HAPPENED TO ME TODAY! ;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha, okay maybe not THE most embarassing but close enough lorrr. You know I was talking talking with Irfan at the busstop near ESSO then the bus came lah..so okay I said ''byeee! take care! byeeee!". Yah, somehow I was quite hyped up lah kan knowing that the bus was coming already. So I just stood there, patiently waiting for the bus to stop for me. Took out my wallet, stood still at the yellow line, gave Irfan a last gdbye, smiled to myself, got ready to lift my foot, AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?! YOU KNOW WHUUUT TOOK PLACE? THE BUS DRIVER SMILED AT ME AND JUST ZOOMED OFF LAH WTH WTH WTH WTH WTH. CAN SMILE SUMMORE! LIKE OWH COME ON, WHAT AN INNOCENT LITTLE KID LIKE ME DO TO DESERVE SUCH AN AWEFUL TREATMENT? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned around, shocked ofcourse, didnt know how to react, quietly went back to the seat and Irfan was still there. HE BURSTTTTTTTTT INTO LAUGHTERRRRRRR! HAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA, MEANIE. HE COULDNT STOP LAUGHING AT ME UNTIL THE NEXT BUS CAME. =.=" You should have seen the faces of those who were in the bus! They themselves knew tt I was waiting for the bus to stop lah! Aiyohhh, imagine if one day I walk around causeway point, for example, then a guy/aunty come up to me, laughed at my face and say " AHAHAHA I REMEMBER YOU! THE GIRL WHO MISSED THE BUS CAUSE MAYBE YOU'RE JUST TOO SMALL TO BE SEEN IN THE DARK OR OR OR YOU'RE JUST NOT SMART ENOUGH TO FLAG FOR THE BUS! HAHAHA,YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE EXPRESSION ON YOUR FACE, PRICELESS!" -_____-" If that really happens, then I'm SOOO gonna make a complain to SMRT. Hahahaha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE, but anw today was fun although there were SOME parts of the day which I didnt really enjoy. Okay I shall not reveal it here but yeah all I can say is that "She is soooo irritating!" :P Heh ok but besides that, everything went well. Had maths extra lecture and throughout the whole lecture, there was this ''bee'' beside me who keeps pestering me with his buzzingly lame jokes and cheeky stares. Hahaa. During assembly also, ade-ade aje you know this "bee". ;) Then we went to Long John Silver for dinner! ^^ I was sitting there lah talking talking with him, then someone approached me! *DRUM ROLLSZXXZXZ* IT WAS FARNAAAAAAAAAAA! :D OMG LA, MY WISH FINALLY CAME TRUE. HAHAHA ''BUMP INTO TERENCE? CHECKED! BUMP INTO AFIQ? CHECKED! BUMP INTI FARNA? CHECKED!" :D AND THEN AND THEN REDZUAN, KHAIRUL, KIRAH AND AAINAA CAME UP TO ME TO SAY HI! AWWWW, THEY ARE SUCH SWEET PEOPLE I MISS THEM VERY MUCH. Sigh ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we went to Popular! Hahaha, you know earlier on in school, I saw this pretty sentence handwritten using a very sweet-coloured marker so so so he bought it for me. ^^" Thank youuuuu. :) Theeeen we talk talk again (always got sumthing to talk bout eh, haha! talkative duo -.-) , from "serious issues" to tummy-crackin' issues. :P Aiya, you know although you might be the most irritating person I have ever met, I think I'll miss your irritatingness over the June holz the most lah. :( PWs, Summer test preparations, Hockey camp, School camp... doubt we'll be able to meet as often as now. \\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;( NVM, you know what they say! Abscence makes... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1233542111934187097?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1233542111934187097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1233542111934187097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1233542111934187097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1233542111934187097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooooo-irritating.html' title='SOOOOO IRRITATING!'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-2839398195182102592</id><published>2009-05-14T05:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:29:26.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>America's sweetheart.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had hockey from 5 to 7pm but then Adib, Kirin, Wanteng, Iris, Kiren and me stayed back all the way to 9pm in school. Haha, I was suppose to finish up my GP essay and submit it before 9pm (!!) but dunno eh, I had a feeling that I can't continue with that piece even if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THEREFORE,&lt;br /&gt;the consequence:&lt;br /&gt;1) I woke up at 4am today to complete it. Thank goodness it's finally done and over with. ^^&lt;br /&gt;2) My tummy is bloated already cause I kept drinking the super sour kind of apple juice to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;3) AAAAAND, YAH BASICALLY I'LL BE HALF DEAD LAH LATER ON IN SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. Oh yeah but the good thing is, I managed to do some research for my Project group! :) We're doing on ...jengjengjeng cannot tell you! :P Hahaha. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, since I didnt update yesterday, I'll update a lil bit bout it here. Hmm yesterday was what day? Wednesday? Kay I dont want. I talked about it already *points up*. ^^ Tuesday? Urm, okay Miss Adelene, my new econs teacher called me up after class. She was asking me why I've been doing badly for Econs eversince she started teaching us. :\ *fast forward* ..So I'll be meeting up with her over the June Holz for some one-to-one consultations. Mmhmm, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday right, there was no school. So Zhenkai and me went to the library (yet again) to do our GPP research. We spoke to the librarian and all. Even she sounded more knowledgeable than us when it comes to our project topic. Oh mayne~ How I wish I can get her to join my group :P Hahahahaha. Anyway I gave her my email add and she said tt she'll get back to me asap regarding my topic! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then and then.. ZK and me had our lunch at Mcdees. Guess who I bumped into? :D Hahaha, Sidiq and his gfie. Actually at first I only saw Sidiq and there was this one person sitting infront of him. So I ASSUMED that it was AFIQ. Hahahahaha. But in the end, I did get to meet Afiq lah cause he was at CWP there but then he went over to Civics. :) Whyyyy are all my poly friends becoming fatter? Whyyyyy? Hahaha, okay I'm just kidding. ^^ Heeez. Kay la, dear Terence and Afiq, you people are not fat. You people got ''tough'' body-figures. (:B right, "TOUGH"!~ what.am.i.sayin'?! lol kay joking,again. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ZK and me went back to the lib once again, and tried to do the 2nd qn for our GPP but to no avail! We nearly gave up.. until the ''hero'' came! :P Hahaha, siape lagi? :D Lol, presenting..the genius of all time.. *drum rolls* Mrrrrrrr.IRFAN AZAMAN! Haha. ;) Irritating you know this guy. He was teaching Zhenkai only, like I'm some kind of stranger beside them. Grr. Haha okay but I wasn't that interested lah hee. :B AND SOMEONE AH ATE ALL MY MCDEE FRIES WHILE TEACHING ZK! (wahlaozxs, what. is. the. meaning. of. this?!) Ahaha, then Zk went home. This guy ahhh, took my precious notebook and erased one of my drawings. :( The girl's head was rubbed off and substituted with this other head drawn by him. :( :( :( MAYNE, how can it be possible that the human community, up till now, NOT see the evil side of you? How can it beeee? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So irritaTING!" :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-2839398195182102592?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2839398195182102592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=2839398195182102592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2839398195182102592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2839398195182102592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/americas-sweetheart.html' title='America&apos;s sweetheart.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1704044269173663063</id><published>2009-05-10T20:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:54:35.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"APOOP!"</title><content type='html'>When was it again? Oh yah it was on..Saturday (which was yest. -.-)! Someone ahhhh asked me out at the VERY LAST MINUTE. He demanded to meet me at 1.50pm and what time did he call me? I think half an hour ago?! hahahaha, grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH AMALINA!!! *with the apek accent* GO CAUSEWAY POINT WITH ME AH MY MOTHER ASK ME TO BUY WALLET FOR HER FOR MOTHER'S DAY AH, MEET ME AT 1.40 AH YOUR HOUSE SO NEAR YOU WANT FOLLOW OR NOT?!?!" =____________="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FIRSTLY, WHOOOO IN THE WORLD ASKS MUMMY WHAT SHE WANTS FOR MOTHER'S DAY? ITS SUPPOSE TO BE A SURPRISE HELLO? HAHA YOU AH, SO NOT ROMANTIC AND SWEET. BLEARGH. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, IT WAS MORE OF A DEMAND RATHER THAN AN OFFER YOU TOOTOOTOOT. HAHAHA. :) *ahh speaking of the little devil, he's online now! :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after three months of not meeting(?), I went up to him at bread talk there. He was in black like some emo kid and his head was bigger than his body. Someone fat alrd ahhhh. =P (ok lah im so mean, youre not fat. youre just ... :P) Then ah instead of saying "HI AMALINA, NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"..he demanded yet again, "EH I WANT GO PASTAMANIA! *reach pastamania*..EH YOU FOLLOW ME FOR WHAT GO FIND PLACE TO SEAAAAAT." Alamak, boiling point ah. Hahaha. Felt like slapping him, lol. Luckily he was previously my sitting partner in class if not ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to Metro, I lost count alrd as to how many rounds we made. I think we checked the prices for like every single wallet available there. =.= I was like.. ''EH SEMBODIA OKAY WHAT! GET FOR YOUR MUM THE SEMBODIA ONE." And he went, "SEMBODIA IS A COUNTRY LA! SEMBONIA LA! HAHAHAHA". Okay fineee. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to Sprit then we went to John Little then back to Metro. And guess what. When we were at Metro the very first time, I picked out this purplish-maroon coloured wallet for his mum but then he punched me. YES HE PUNCHED ME! saying that my taste is super badddd and that the wallet texture not nice la what la. BUT AN HOUR LATER, AFTER WE MADE 134375738952 ROUNDS ROUND METRO, HE FINALLY SETTLED ON THAT VERY WALLET (?!?! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?) HAHAHA, thats so irritating right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, he actually asked the salesperson whether he was fat. And the salesperson went, ''if you fat, then what you call those skinnyskinny people? haha" =.=" Trust me, she was just trying to make you feel better. Stop deceiving yourself okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Alright enough bout this fatty. Haha, oh yah anyway if you guys are wondering who he is, he's TERRRRRence. Very funny lor to come to think of it. Cause in my previous post I was like, ''I wanna bump into TERENCE, farna and Afiq" can? Wah then it really did happen. Terence, have you been stalking me? :P (OH AND AND AND, YOU DIN THANK ME. H-E-A-R-T-L-E-S-S :() -After you read this post, you better tag me eh! OR ELSE, I WON'T REGARD YOU AS MY BESTIE ANYMORE AHHHH. ^^ (See terence, I called you my bestie leh. Must feel blessed ok! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway! Today I went to the library with &lt;em&gt;someone.&lt;/em&gt; OKAY OKAY,IRFAN IS HIS NAME! :P (read this IRFAN! I got put your name SEE? haha :)) I'm not suppose to go out on Sundays cause its family day for me but since I needed to do my GPP research as well, I agreed to aaccompany him right after his religious class. He ah told me to get ready by 2.30 and being the disciplined little girl that I am (:P haha), I got ready at 2.15pm you know. In the end, I fell asleep on the sofa cause that someone ah ended up under my block at 3.15pm. =.=" Lol, luckily I fell asleep, if not.. I would be nagging and nagging at you till 3.15 :P Heeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay then reached library, took out lappy (ended up playing pinball instead cause there was no internet access. :( MIND YOU, I COULD HAVE WON IF MR.EHEMEHEM HADN'T PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTON! HAHA.), asked the librarian bout my gpp topic, bought two double cheeseburgers and ate heartily otw home. (How dare youuu throw away your pickles! :P haha, dayum I'm smiling right now thinking bout today.) Hahaha heartlanders eh. ;) Oh and we bought air batu, lol. Whuuuut? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lotsa fun no doubt, thk you &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ttm -"apoop!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1704044269173663063?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1704044269173663063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1704044269173663063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1704044269173663063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1704044269173663063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-was-it-again-oh-yah-it-was-on.html' title='&quot;APOOP!&quot;'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7755350129489088587</id><published>2009-05-09T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:52:01.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMMA'S DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SgUL1YnA2qI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PgCUlbRNNKw/s1600-h/cake"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333682345457277602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SgUL1YnA2qI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PgCUlbRNNKw/s400/cake" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its finally the weekends. So shiok I tell you. No school, no extra lectures, no teachers bugging you for home works, no kelam-kebutness when you don't do your work. Haha. ^^" Anyway yesterday I was suppose to submit my econs essay to Ms Lee but I couldnt so so so I called her you know. Brave or what! Haha asked her whether it was okay if I were to submit to her via email. Hehe. See the power of sweet-talking to your teachers. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what day it was but on that day itself, I bumped into soooo many familiar faces. Like okay I bumped into Arwis and Nadhirah (hehe), I bumped into Hanisah (!), I saw alot of my juniors from WRS, I bumped into Raudah and Shidah, I bumped into Ahmad (my prim sch friend who apparently almost gave me the shock of my life), aaaaaand some otherother people. Hehh. I want to bump into Terence, Farna, Afiq can or not? :( I missssss you people very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was suppose to meet Afiq to return his watch but as always, the plan was cancelled at the last minute. SOMEONE WAS STILL SLEEPINGGG. hahahaha, haiyohs! and I was still busy with my chem retest (oh yah, did I mention that I failed my SA so I had to retake it? uh'huh.. :() and I was suppose to meet someone at 5.30pm. :P But that someone also ended late, at 6.30 like that. Hahaha boys these days. Tsktsk. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun though yesterday. Watched him play badminton like how he watched me play hockey. ;) Heh, I miss playing hockey. I'm super tan right now. Okay ''tan'' isnt the right word (nk sedapkn hati je emely,ahhaha), more to super dark, roasted, burnt, hedious-coloured skin. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEYER. I need to make my skin fair like when I was a little baby can or not please please. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;What's my plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;Hmms.&lt;br /&gt;1) Buy ingredients to cook for momma! :)&lt;br /&gt;2) Cake? Checked! :D&lt;br /&gt;3) Study for Bio. =.=" SA coming up on the 20th. I sooo don't want Mrs Oh to call up my parents if I were to fail, again. :(&lt;br /&gt;4) Check whether Ive got any other outstanding assignments. (Confirm have one, haish.)&lt;br /&gt;5) Project work online discussion.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm the group file manager, or whatever you call it. Oh noooo. I hold the BIGGEST responsibility. I'm gonna "jaga" that file like my own little babygirl. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7755350129489088587?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7755350129489088587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7755350129489088587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7755350129489088587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7755350129489088587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-finally-weekends.html' title='MOMMA&apos;S DAY.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SgUL1YnA2qI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PgCUlbRNNKw/s72-c/cake' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4641104374038314197</id><published>2009-05-07T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:12:29.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First tuition lesson was baaaad. She extended it till 10:30pm !! wahlaoooo. 3 hours of chem chem and MORE chem. ME, NO, LIKEY. :( I dont know whether I still wanna continue with it. Really draggy lor her lesson, every minute is money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh you know what. Im watching this murder show on channel 5 right now! OMG OMG OMG SERAM YOU KNOWWWW. the murderer like got some hatred towards woman so so so he steals their underwear and then i dont know ah why he do that. But the whole fweaking story is so scawieeee. :\\\\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, something kept me thinking. Yesterday, I felt ... sad and angry at the same time. Thought everything's gonna be smooth sailing for us but it aint. It will never be, well unless we overcome it together. I really do like you. I feel what you feel. And I know its not your fault. I shouldn't be showing you whatever sadness thats inside of me. Instead I should be the one standing all strong and tough so that you have someone to fall back on when you're down. Im truly sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the &lt;em&gt;perfect time&lt;/em&gt; will ever come for the two of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4641104374038314197?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4641104374038314197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4641104374038314197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4641104374038314197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4641104374038314197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-tuition-lesson-was-baaaad.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1698123724201014988</id><published>2009-05-05T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:16:27.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey stephen.</title><content type='html'>Hehhhhhhh, finally emely has the mood to update her superduper abandoned bloggy. :B Im not even gonna explain lor why I've not been updating. :( Ahhhh, JC life is soooo tough. I've been coming home super late these past few days. Okay fine in fact I've been coming home late every single day eversince school started. The earliest is like.. this kinda timing? *looks up* oh wait wrongwrong, *looks down* ;D But anyway its okay la, I've long regarded school as my second home already. 12 hours/day, &lt;em&gt;dayum! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay. How's life emely? :) Fine? No? Boring? Nothing to talk about? Haaaaa. You know Im like super stress right now cause Ive been failing Bio and Chem like ample times already. I have noooo idea how Im gonna ace Summer Test to get promoted to JC2. Summer test constitute 60% whereas the littlelittle tests (which ive been failing..) constitutes 40% of the overall grade. I - AM - DOOOOOOMED . Right now, I've only aced Malay. :'( Ouhhh gawd, emely buck up girl. I have this seriously bad habit of doing things at the last minute cause only then will I feel the pressure. Like O levels lor, I had 4 whole years to prepare for it. But what did I do? I slacked like nobody's business all the way to sec four, 3 months or so before the real thing. Dropped from the first to the third class. F grades in my &lt;em&gt;preserved&lt;/em&gt; sec sch record book as evidence. :) So now I think its happening again la! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaah. Hmm, so let's talk about Hockey now. :D I looooove hockey and I seriously do NOT want it to close down. :( There won't be anything else to look forward to la if it closes down. And I won't be so disciplined anymore to train my stamina and all. Oh yeah which reminds me! I had my 2.4km run yesterday and I improved byyyyyy... 20seconds! :D :D :D hahahaha, okay fine that's not even a BIG jump I know. :P heh but still! I soooo want my timing to be less than 12minutes. I need someone to push me harrrrd during the run. :) Eh but seriously eh, I felt like giving up somehow at my fourth round. The weather was B-AAAA-D! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So what else to talk about? Hoho. Okay I know Mother's Day is around the corner. I'm suppose to plan something but ... *blankkkk* :\\\\ Gotta start planning fastttt. Hmms. This is so random la but I'm thinking about my Malay essay right now. ''Bencana alam membawa manfaat kepada manusia." or something like that. I have to submit it by tomorrow. Okay fine it was suppose to be submitted todaaaay, butttt HEH. Cikgu Ali postponed the dateline. :D And and and this also reminds me of the module that we had to choose for this year. (Malay) I chose Advertising out of the other four choices. I dont know whether Im regretting it or not. :'( Cause that someone someone chose Budaya and yaaaa, you know laaaa kan. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAHHH, I CHANGED MY PHONE AND PLAN ALREADY. BUT THE NUMBER STAYS THE SAME. EHEHEH. LG PHONE, OKAY LAH HOR. no more NOKIA. :( Although I kinda do regret buying LG. Hmmmmms, cause there's this new Nokia phone coming in and its in deeeeeeep red omg omg omg its suuuuper hawt. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hockey seniors have stopped training with us. :( I kinda miss them! :( and the buddy system and all. Liyana. &lt;3 / :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Im listening to BOOMBOOMPOW by black eyed peas. HHAHAHA, itssss sooo irritating but quite catchy la actually. hahahahaha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay lol, I'll update again once I have some other free slots kay. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1698123724201014988?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1698123724201014988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1698123724201014988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1698123724201014988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1698123724201014988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-stephen.html' title='Hey stephen.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7872911650720204525</id><published>2009-03-07T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:27:44.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Omg, I still feel bad 'bout yesterday's incident. I accidentally hit my senior's head with the hockey stick while playing a match against them and her forehead was bleeding and she had to be sent to the clinic for stitches and I don't think the scar will ever fade away and I swear whenever I see that scar on her in school the guilt will choke me alive over and over again and eventhough she said everything was okay, its still hard for me to even forgive myself. I think I have a new found fear and I don't want to become a doctor anymore cause I can't stand the sight of blood. :( It was only the first training but I've caused so much mayhem. *heart breaks*. I have to make it up to her on Monday. I'm so sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the same day, I left my wallet in the car so I was penniless the whole day. Now I have to repay $1.30 to Kenneth, $o.55 to Kirin, $1.30 to Wan teng and $0.70 to XG. Jc life is so expensive. I have to purchase notes after notes for lectures &amp;amp; tutorials and I have to buy a $65 Biology textbook and $45 Economics textbook. I had to buy a $100+ calculator and I have to bring a darn thick dictionary for GP lessons. School ended at 7pm these past few days cause the lecturers said we were lagging behind so he have to catch up via extra lectures. (It's hard to give full concentration when you're tired. =.=) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss blogging. But I can't update that often. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7872911650720204525?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7872911650720204525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7872911650720204525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7872911650720204525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7872911650720204525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8544913059463218855</id><published>2009-02-01T13:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:55:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises are like pie crust, they never last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/ipod.gif" border="0" /&gt; listening to: David Archuleta-I'm just a little too not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm extremely nervous but on the other hand really psyched for tomorrow. School's gonna start! Reporting time: 7:30am. Haha, back to the old days. (Note to self: By hook or by crook, you gotta be in bed by 10:00pm!) Luckily IJC is like only a couple of bus stops away from home so its much nearer than Woodlands Ring sec. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Random) I think there's something wrong with my back. I get back pains quite often these days, like when I sit on the computer chair for too long. It hurts. I still remember having to go for back scans everytime there was a medical check up in school. &amp;amp; the result was always +ve, but not at a critical stage. Well that's what the nurse claimed. :\ I better get my sitting posture right. &lt;em&gt;Stop slouching girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I wanted to post an entry yesterday but I got distracted and did something else instead. Heh. Aite, initial plan for yesterday was to tag along with Afiq and his pals to penin. But something happened and I decided not to go for it. So I went to the library instead, alone. (: I browsed through books like "How to succeed in life/Why time management is important" &amp;amp; had an inside look on Economics. The subject is quite interesting. With some maths involved. But the terms used in that book was seriously &lt;u&gt;CHIM&lt;/u&gt;. (hard to understand) -.-" Afterwhich I headed to Popular and browsed through books on General Paper &amp;amp; Bio. GP has got to do with lots of essay-writing. Tough ones indeed. Hopefully the lecturer(/s) would be able to guide us on this one. (in great great great details please.:\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 8.30pm, I met up with my grandmother &amp;amp; the cousins cause she wanted to treat us all to Macdonald's. :D I didn't eat the whole day so yeah you bet I was famished like crazy. Ordered McSpicy meal for myself and ordered another 7 upsized meals for the rest. :O The guy who attended to me (&amp;amp; his other friend) at the counter looked shocked! Hahaha. It was a very scrumptious (yet an unhealthy) dinner. :P They all made my day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get the little things for school. :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;re-paint&lt;/span&gt; my room.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to organise my study table. (Hahaha nerd.)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what's installed for us tmr. (orientation. -Oh boy, I sound like a little kid going into pre school. Hahaha!)^^"/ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-8544913059463218855?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8544913059463218855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8544913059463218855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8544913059463218855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8544913059463218855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/02/promises-are-like-pie-crust.html' title='Promises are like pie crust, they never last.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6780935798070402053</id><published>2009-01-30T09:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:10:53.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innova jc, here i comeeeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deleted the previous post. =___="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(p/s: Is the font still very small?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very early today 'cause my mum wanted to know whether I had received the text message from MOE. She was so eager to know, at least much eager than I was! (; So yeah the message was sent at 6:33am and I got into Innova JC - Science Stream (!). Yups, and I'm really happy about it. Let's shove all those insecurities to one side for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to update about what I did yesterday before someone gets angry. *hints* Haha well, basically Farna, Terence &amp;amp; me went to Cineleisure to catch "The Wedding Game"! :D Someone was really annoying by trying to pursuade us to watch a different movie 'cause he was so sure TWG would turn out to be a waste of $$. Tsk tsk, someone should shove some optimism into him. Serious. :P The movie turned out to be really really really good 'cause it was full of humour. ;) I likeeee. Thumbs up! &amp;amp; Fann Wong is so !#%&amp;amp;!#^!(#! gorgeous. (I'm still very sure they're not married yet in real life, Farna. =.=" *zZzZ*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence had to go for his prayers before meeting us. So I met Farna first and we headed to Lucky Plaza to have our lunch at Pizzahut! :D Urgh, I hate mushrooms but I ordered something which had aloooot of mushrooms in it. :\ Ohhh and someone ah, kept dropping her coins everywhere! Hahahaha. Then we met Terence at Cineleisure. He was hiding behind a wall, munching on Famous Amos cookies like a small kid. Whoops. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to various places to find Terence's backpack. And yups, as expected, he ended up not buying any due to some "valid" reasons. I am a nice person, thus I won't humiliate people over here. :P So yah basically we walked here and there/there and here for nothing. (: And we kinda played this so called game when we walked pass some shops like "Liz Clairborne". (those hard-to-pronounce shops/boutiques.) -.-" Farna &amp;amp; me could pronouce them perfectly well ofcourse. BUT terence.. heh nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and and we dropped by Shaw House to "spy" on someone. :D We searched like crazy for him, asking counters, workers everywhere. (Exaggerated :B) Haha, but all the searching was worthwhile cause he looked really smart &amp;amp; cute and it made me smile really wide! Weee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for this post. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) I've changed my blogskin! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) This might be my last post. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) School's gonna start on feb the 2nd. So I'm doomed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) I like the song on my blog. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-6780935798070402053?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6780935798070402053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6780935798070402053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6780935798070402053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6780935798070402053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/innova-jc-here-i-comeeeee.html' title='Innova jc, here i comeeeee.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8294137813358518716</id><published>2009-01-27T13:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:40:24.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desaru.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lengthy post ahead. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Really lazy to edit this, haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello! Im back (: Well I came back yesterday night actually but I was too exhausted to update. Heh! The trip from home to Desaru was a really short one. But it was also a cramped and pretty uncomfortable ride, haha. Those who were in the car: My Grandparents, Dad, Mum, Liyana, Lisha, Amirul and myself. Yeaps, Liyana, Amirul and me were like sardines in a can at the back of the car. Hahaha. I couldn't stop laughing looking at their cramped faces. Heez, I guess I took up too much space? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so where should I start? Err. Okay I can remember eating prata at around 9am on our way to Desaru. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set out at around 6:30 in the morning and waited for Liyana &amp;amp; Lisha downstairs. Stuffed our baggages at the back of the car and went to our grandparents' block to fetch them. And something bad had to happen when we were just about to enter Woodlands Checkpoint. My aunt had forgotten to pass Liyana&amp;amp;Lisha's passports (!!) to them before she went to work. :O And their Bibik had claimed that she had to buy some milk at the super market. (at 6:30am? hurr) So the two girls were basically panicking. Hahh but luckily Aunty managed to call their Bibik so we waited like another half an hour for her to find their passports at home and pass them to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;At Pulai Beach Resort: (Oh yeah, we were lucky cause there were rooms available. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;We got the Penthouse (Idk whether its spelt correctly.) -two stories high. (: So my Grandparents took the top-floor bed while the rest settled down downstairs. Hah. You wouldn't wanna know how cramped it was to have 3 people squeezing onto a single bed. (: Although the place looked quite nice, the facilities were rather..poor. Like for instance, when you flush the toilet bowl, brown-coloured water comes out instead of clear water! :\ Ah yes, that bad. Hahaha. Oh and the running water from the bath tub too! Fortunately the showers weren't affected. :O Oh and the service there is BAAAAAD lah. I didnt like their attitudes, seriously. Big-headed. I felt like smacking that girl who attended to us at the counter. *Snarl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, everything was smooth sailing. We went swimming &amp;amp; then proceeded to the beach. The wave was awwwwesome. :D Too bad the current was too strong that we weren't allowed to play Jet-ski &amp;amp; other water sports. Ohh &amp;amp; when I say strong, I REALLY MEAN STRONG. Cause well, 4 people drowned while playing in the sea. :\ And the sad thing was, they were all siblings. Imagine how their parents are feeling right now. They've lost all four of their children at one go.&lt;em&gt; (Ada hikmah disebaliknye.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Plus there were many beautiful babies there. Cause they have mixed blood. Like for example: Mother is a Japanese while father is an American. Or mother is a malay while father is an American. Or! Mother is an Indian while father is an American. Heh heh, well yeah I like to observe people. ;D Haha especially pretty people. Their babies are really adorable you know. I felt like pinching their little cheeks whenever they wobble infront of me. (: There was this one American baby who never stops eating. Even when she swam, she brought her packet of raisins in! Hahaha she didnt even mind if the box was filled with Chlorine water. She continued munching on 'em raisins. :O &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;br /&gt;Food reminds me of that eating place we went to. There were so many cats loitering around! I have this fear of cats walking under the table while I'm eating. Seriously, I don't know why ah. I guess I'm just scared that they'll scratch me or something if I don't give them food. Ah like the cat that jumped onto Liyana's lap out of nowhere, demanding to give it some food. ;O Horrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;After spending time at the hotel and all, we went out for some Go-Kart. (: Believe it or not, I took only one picture when I was there. Heez, too occupied. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295960851460507618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SX8IVc-tx-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/mm9rmS7vKtY/s400/SPA55742.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, and that's my brother behind the wheels. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was thrilled when I told him that someone complimented him during his drive. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met a new friend when I was in ..one of the foodcourt's toilet. =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's from Pakistan but is currently studying in NUS. Well, we started talking when she was... struggling with the toilet door? Hahahaha! Apparently the toilet was really run down so for some reason the cubicle door couldn't be closed. So we helped one another out by guarding the door while one does her business. =.=" Haha. That's where we became the best of buds for like that 10minutes? Ahaa. Hope to bump into her again someday. Lol.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way back from Desaru, we stopped by Mini Kelantan. Then we went to Jusco in which many shops were closed due to CNY. Ahaa and guess who we bumped into? ^^ MAWI &amp;amp; EKIN/IKIN Y'ALL!~ :D Hahaha okay actually I'm really not a big fan. But Ekin/Ikin is a really pretty woman according to mum cause she was the one who spotted them first. [: They were like heavily guarded with bodyguards. Hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now: 12:32am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the part where I'm gonna end this post abruptly. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heez, gdnight &amp;amp; sweet dreams people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-8294137813358518716?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8294137813358518716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8294137813358518716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8294137813358518716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8294137813358518716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/desaru.html' title='Desaru.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SX8IVc-tx-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/mm9rmS7vKtY/s72-c/SPA55742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-2104216616783448013</id><published>2009-01-23T11:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:02:36.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This coming Sunday my family will be driving up to Desaru for a short getaway. There's a risk involved though. If there's any available hotel/resort room, we'll be checking in on the spot. But only for one night. ^^ So if there isn't any vacancy.. we have to turn back and head back home. ): Heh no lah, I guess we'll be spending the day at Desaru's beach or something to keep us occupied. Hopefully there's still the Go-kart track, killer motor bikes(I forgot what they're called), horse rides &amp;amp; big waves. :D Note to self : Apply lots&amp;amp;lots of sun block. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep abreast of the news. I wonder whether it'll help when it comes to doing GP. Wait of course it does, right? :\ There's this article I just read 5 minutes ago. I'm not gonna make fun of it or anything but it's just really.. *insert word here* to read about such articles. It has something to do with a man with a habit of SNIFFING girls' armpits as a form of... :O His targets were from Woodlands &amp;amp; Marsiling some more. :\ Anyway he's sentenced to 14 years of imprisonment &amp;amp; 12 strokes of the cane. 14 years, imagine that. Gosh, he really shouldn't have done that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy has been working for seriously long hours. 9am all the way to 10pm, those kinda timings. Wow, if I were to work that long, I'll be crawling home after work. :B Hmm, well I've promised him that I'm gonna be more supportive this time round. Although it is quite depressing to be able to talk to you only when you come back from work. Haha okay I sound like a wife. Haa nvm, I'm gonna force myself to get use to this. I want to start schooling now! At least it'll keep me occupied. Having too much time can be frustrating sometimes. Weirrrrrd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.WANT.TO.WATCH.THE.WEDDING.GAME. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fann Wong &amp;amp; Christopher Lee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'm too lazy to insert cute little emoticons.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But first, I need to find more &lt;em&gt;$$$$$$$$&lt;/em&gt;. *shakes piggybank vigorously*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-2104216616783448013?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2104216616783448013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=2104216616783448013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2104216616783448013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2104216616783448013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-game.html' title='The wedding game.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1819403045226665256</id><published>2009-01-20T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:40:22.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All eyes on you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=memories2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/memories2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=memories.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jemputan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/jemputan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amirul3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/amirul3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well,the first two photo collages are actually a collaboration of pictures taken while I was clearing my book shelve to make way for newer books/worksheets/stationaries. :) Came across many things which I once thought were long gone. Like my secondary one art pieces &amp;amp; the many pictures of school. Just thinking 'bout the past gives me this nostalgic feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 2nd photo collage was err..wait when was it exactly? I think it was on a Sunday. Yeah, last Sunday. ^^ We, as in my family&amp;amp;aunty's family had to help out with my mum's cousin's wedding event. Haha man, I really gotta know more bout my family tree 'cause its getting kinda confusing. I can hardly recognise who's who. So, the event went pretty well. Although there were some discrepancies here and there. Oh, and awkward moments for me too. :\ See,there's this cousin, who has this childhood fling towards me. Haha. Yeah,since I was like in primary one? Haa really. Okays so besides that,I had a great time dealing little kids. Have I ever told you guys tt I have a weekness for little kids who can speak English very well? Danial &amp;amp; Amsyah, my little buddies for that day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the last picture was taken during my brother's 12th Birthday. The look on his face when the relatives&amp;amp;parents came knocking on the door was priceless. :D I'm sure he didn't expect any of it. Haha. Anyway,before that we made a real great deal of drama just to convince him that we won't be celebrating his Birthday due to some reasons. Mum&amp;amp;Dad said they had to go to JB at the last minute but truth was,they went to Swensens to get the cake. :D While I was in my bedroom tryna prevent him from coming in cause I had some wrappings to do. Came up with many many funny excuses and thank goodness he fell for all of them. Heh. Oh and,coincidentally,the ManU ball up there? Yeah, I got that for him. Haha. Well the thing is, Afiq received the same gift for his birthday from one of his friends! Hahaha,so coincidental ehk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heez. Now that all has been said, I'll end my post here. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1819403045226665256?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1819403045226665256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1819403045226665256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1819403045226665256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1819403045226665256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-eyes-on-you.html' title='All eyes on you.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8563920277440200469</id><published>2009-01-20T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:23:39.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY B.C!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=birthdayboy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/birthdayboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Gyeahhhh!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;HAPPY&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 18th&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY MOHD NOOR AFIQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ouh man, you've reached your legal age while I'm still trapped at Sixteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha happy &lt;em&gt;ehhhh&lt;/em&gt;? But still, you have to abide to my set of DO's&amp;amp;DONT's kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You know, I know. (Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know it's already 2:00am &amp;amp; it's kinda late to post this so-called birthday entry for you, but I'm still going ahead with this anyway. ^^ Keep the card save beside Mr.Turtle and Ricky! Hehe. *points at the over-sized card above* You wouldn't wanna know how innovative I had to be ohkay. ;D Right, now all I wanna say's that I hope you'll get what you wish for in life alright, be it your license (:D) or just to excel in your choice of Poly course later on. Work hard, Study hard, but play hard too. (: May 2009 open up many great new things for you! Oh and just because you're 18 doesn't mean you can boss me around hor! :D You'll still be the one who'll need to listen to my naggings/whinings/blabberings all day loooong. Muahahahahahahaa,you're under my control lil' boyyy~ :P You promised me a grand 17 Birthday in September kan! Oh goodie-goodie, I'm counting on youuuu~ =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhhk. &lt;em&gt;Ilyvvvvvm&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY SWEET EIGHTEEN B.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-8563920277440200469?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8563920277440200469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8563920277440200469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8563920277440200469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8563920277440200469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-bc.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY B.C!'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1774244744163843752</id><published>2009-01-17T12:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:30:12.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SXFydOcvDQI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fr8lxXR396E/s1600-h/print2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292136883557436674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SXFydOcvDQI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fr8lxXR396E/s320/print2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday night, mummy spotted a big fat mosquito in the tv room. I should have joined in her conquest of killing the seemingly harmless insect 'cause today, I found two red spots on my skin. &gt;;( So darn itchy ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bad way to start off my post. &lt;:D Heh. Now I was reading an article on Yahoo News about the wind speeds in Singapore reaching its maximum.(30-40km/h ; average should be 15-20km/h) "Uncommon strong winds in Singapore."? mhmm, I'm feeling the chill right now too. Especially when you're living on the 11th floor. -.- For instance the other day, when Kirin and me were watching tv at my place, the window blind behind us kept banging onto our heads due to the strong wind. A &lt;em&gt;wooden&lt;/em&gt; blind to be exact. So you can imagine how painful and irritating it was having to hold back the blind while watching Phineas &amp;amp; Ferb. Hahaha. Really really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak I think the mosquito got my leg too. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a sad girl today. I don't know why I can't seem to shake this feeling off. Two reasons. But I'll only reveal one. (: Mr.J is starting work today at _ _ _ _ _ - _ _ _ _ _ _. Not that I'm being unsupportive or antg, but I just feel rather ..lonelyyy. No one to bug/tease/nag/joke/company me throughout the day. Heh. Maybe I should disguise myself as another lady intending to buy perfume from him and see what kinda persuasion speech he gonna give me. Hahaha. (; Well I'm just hoping there's no work for him on his Big Day. That'll be a real bummer. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Little brother's birthday is just around the corner too. On the 18th. While Mr.J's on the 19th. Haha. Okay some lame random imagination just flashed in my mind. Wanna hear it? Hahaha. Imagine inviting Mr.J over to my lil bro's 12th birthday party to celebrate his birthday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY GRAND 12th BIRTHDAY AMIRUL !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh&amp;amp;happy18thbirthdayafiq! -.-&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha small letters. Kay tk funny at all. I knowwwww~ Who told you to read this part ahh? :D Haha okay dah. Tak funnyyyy emelyyyy, stop giggliiiiing to youuuurself. Nutcase. -.- &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Iwannamakeyourbirthdayamemorableone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buthowamisuppose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomakethathappenifyoureworking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ilyvm,immahappywhenurehappy,soimmamakeithappennomatterwhat. (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to get/do before school starts:&lt;br /&gt;1. A comfy study chair. (**)&lt;br /&gt;2. A bright table lamp.&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean up the room.&lt;br /&gt;4. Remove all unneccessary secondary sch books from the shelve.&lt;br /&gt;5. Throw away the really big piles of maths/A.maths worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;6. Redeem vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get myself into a daily routine of sleeping on time. (Not the 3/4am timing. :\)&lt;br /&gt;8. Trade in the old phone to _ _ _ _ xpress music.^^&lt;br /&gt;9. 2009 Planner. (If I have the time. :D)&lt;br /&gt;10. Slim down. Hahahaha. (&lt;em&gt;Wtv lah em, keep procrastinating sampai skrg no dif. =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend readers. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1774244744163843752?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1774244744163843752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1774244744163843752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1774244744163843752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1774244744163843752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-darn-itchy-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SXFydOcvDQI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fr8lxXR396E/s72-c/print2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8946357917867291367</id><published>2009-01-15T14:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:03:44.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O level results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SW7pW5HoYpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Fp2_J-aNv9o/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291423191706133138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SW7pW5HoYpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Fp2_J-aNv9o/s320/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've finally placed the 12 Junior Colleges in order of preference. The past 2 days had been real crucial. Eversince the day we got back our O level results, I've been weighing the advantages &amp;amp; disadvantages of going to a JC. Thus, I've decided.&lt;em&gt; &amp;amp; I'm standing firm on this one.&lt;/em&gt; (: Since before 12th Jan (results), I've told myself that if I can enter a JC, I should seize that opportunity. No matter what some might say. I guess all I need is to believe in myself. Oh, and I know what subject combination to take already. ^-^ Weird as it may sound, I'm actually looking forward for school. I've had enough of the holidays, I wanna activate my brain cells now(hoho). ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Jan /&lt;br /&gt;(2:00 till about 2:40pm?) :&lt;br /&gt;We spent an agonizing 40minutes in the hall waiting for our result slips cause Mrs Kok &amp;amp; the other H.O.Ds were still emphasizing on what we must do with the JAE thing after receiving our results and such. It was a seriously long, agonising and heart-pounding wait. Terence made me even more nervous cause he kept telling Kirin&amp;amp;me how he'd fail English language badly. 'Cause rumours had it that 33 students didn't make it. So we were so sure we'd be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2:40pm - lining up according to index number. p/s: mine was 10! :0) :&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Dzarina &amp;amp; Mdm Timah smiled and called my name after Allysa's turn. So I took a seat, signed something and they handed me the results slip. (Hohohohohohoho~) At that point of time, the little piece of paper felt so darn valuable. Hahaha. I got a B3 for English! Yey yey yey. It was the biggest relief ever. I had a B4 for prelims, so Alhamdullillah for the little improvement. (: OH AND I WAS SO ANGRY WITH TERENCE WHEN HE CAME TO ME TELLING ME THAT HE HAD A B3 FOR ENGLISH ALSO. WTH SEY, HAHAHA MDM DZARINA CALLED YOU A BABY CAUSE YOU NEARLY CRIED THINKING THAT U'D FAIL. GRRR, CONGRATS ANW! OH AND TO MY DEAR GF; KIRIN TOO! HEHEHE. HAPPY EH B3, SO DARN HAPPY. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other subjects, they were okay as well. ^-^ I think I ever blogged about how I flunked geography during prelims 'cause I was the only one who didn't do section B. (&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;you, you made me feel so $@!#!(#&amp;amp;!(! at that point of time, asking me $@&amp;amp;!#&amp;amp;(*! qns as to why I didn't do it. Gah, ihadmyownreasons,_ _ _. &gt;:( &lt;/em&gt;) / I'm just happy when Mdm Timah smiled this time round. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The promise."=) P/s: I aced it! hahaha, yey yey yey. Boo you _ _ _. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and combined science! From F9 to B3. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Mdm Dzarina, Thank you Mdm Timah, Thank you Mr. Mathew Lim, Thank you Mdm Jas, Thank you Mr Chong, Thank you Mr Paul Tan, Thank you Mrs Lim, Thank you Mrs Whelan, Thank you Mr See, Thank you Miss Janay Lim, Thank you Cikgu Yati/Cikgu Memy/Cikgu Shidah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MISS SERENE. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-8946357917867291367?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8946357917867291367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8946357917867291367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8946357917867291367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8946357917867291367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-level-results.html' title='O level results.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SW7pW5HoYpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Fp2_J-aNv9o/s72-c/orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4529401140685020842</id><published>2009-01-08T22:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:30:03.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class excursion,minus the other classmates.^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX8Q814EI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fFxFza--EiU/s1600-h/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288941136502972482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX8Q814EI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fFxFza--EiU/s400/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX7utwfdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0Zub90t9eLE/s1600-h/Picture+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288941127312899538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX7utwfdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0Zub90t9eLE/s400/Picture+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX7aosruI/AAAAAAAAAls/nhnHn9OpO_4/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288941121922969314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX7aosruI/AAAAAAAAAls/nhnHn9OpO_4/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you turn the prince 360degrees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX62zBtBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/oFROGOhpVfM/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288941112302613522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX62zBtBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/oFROGOhpVfM/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...you get this so-called princess over here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXa34zYbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Z6oJY8XvvFs/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288940562839462322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXa34zYbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Z6oJY8XvvFs/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little lost girl. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXZ_FdSuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/o8swU_PxCmo/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288940547591719650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXZ_FdSuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/o8swU_PxCmo/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXZWthXcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/FcHDB4JpcUc/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288940536753905090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXZWthXcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/FcHDB4JpcUc/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYpQSMwZ4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/6uE-z8fFA0A/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960172133214082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYpQSMwZ4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/6uE-z8fFA0A/s400/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYpP4_BkTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DtFDvqG6Gew/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960165364732210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYpP4_BkTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DtFDvqG6Gew/s400/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYpPT94I9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/zHE-N38K56k/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960155427808210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYpPT94I9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/zHE-N38K56k/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYpPQCQVqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hJDtfMEbKmE/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288960154372429474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYpPQCQVqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hJDtfMEbKmE/s400/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If not for the background, I would'nt post this. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXZPaWAeI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ahGDbGcNV9s/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288940534794420706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXZPaWAeI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ahGDbGcNV9s/s400/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught on camera. I like this one most. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXYrFfxbI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HjNeq6d6IVk/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288940525043303858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYXYrFfxbI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HjNeq6d6IVk/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWKZ1e52I/AAAAAAAAAk0/-fbHhYkO-Z8/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288939180382938978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWKZ1e52I/AAAAAAAAAk0/-fbHhYkO-Z8/s400/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWKFmQ2lI/AAAAAAAAAks/zZzxcfktU6g/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288939174950394450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWKFmQ2lI/AAAAAAAAAks/zZzxcfktU6g/s400/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool right? :D hehehe. Too bad I didn't bring my digi. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWJvpGUsI/AAAAAAAAAkk/pAZBOsfWnEg/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288939169056707266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWJvpGUsI/AAAAAAAAAkk/pAZBOsfWnEg/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWJEg8NMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_e3Q2-H1P4U/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288939157479765186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWJEg8NMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_e3Q2-H1P4U/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWI4mbjaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/fvbAFSHkrzA/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288939154281565602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYWI4mbjaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/fvbAFSHkrzA/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVyfm-wYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/uoWUSBS8lE0/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288938769615864194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVyfm-wYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/uoWUSBS8lE0/s400/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVyLHYGbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rJHSEHQrQyU/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288938764114598322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVyLHYGbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rJHSEHQrQyU/s400/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE HIS MAGIC TRICKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(enlarge this pic! he's like swallowing a super-super long balloon lah omg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVxjoC8gI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xe5iAW_5eMQ/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288938753514205698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVxjoC8gI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xe5iAW_5eMQ/s400/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looky-looky at how much I weigh on the moon! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVxSzgxyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/FrEOzCBGOjA/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288938748998895394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVxSzgxyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/FrEOzCBGOjA/s400/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVNHo5UtI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zRsRJ2EV8_c/s1600-h/Picture+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288938127526286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVNHo5UtI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zRsRJ2EV8_c/s400/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our future toilet bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVMiSpl0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/wRYYX2MtN30/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288938117500868418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYVMiSpl0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/wRYYX2MtN30/s400/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQ0Bx_MfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mheLJzo84s0/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288933298410566130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQ0Bx_MfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mheLJzo84s0/s400/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this particular place. It changes colour from purple to red to yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYkemB3E3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/miOLySmfuzs/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288954920416252786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYkemB3E3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/miOLySmfuzs/s400/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQziMeBXI/AAAAAAAAAis/iKEqlfzXSkU/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288933289931703666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQziMeBXI/AAAAAAAAAis/iKEqlfzXSkU/s400/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and this place too. One has to like jump on the floor to light it up. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQy0BYiuI/AAAAAAAAAik/2Q66uQtvqVc/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288933277537176290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQy0BYiuI/AAAAAAAAAik/2Q66uQtvqVc/s400/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQyuV3RnI/AAAAAAAAAic/Olqfuwn_z0w/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288933276012463730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQyuV3RnI/AAAAAAAAAic/Olqfuwn_z0w/s400/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Ohhhh,how I can just eat you up you fat crabbie!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQyY0ujcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q_9lvMycztY/s1600-h/EDITED+ME+&amp;amp;+YOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288933270236335554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYQyY0ujcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/q_9lvMycztY/s400/EDITED+ME+%26+YOU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you we would be going back there pretty soon! Heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, we didn't go on a Monday. So yay us? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Those pictures above were taken using phone thus the unclear pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry about that, but anw hope those will do. [:&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the 8th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day emely stood still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No laaaah. :B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The day we turn 15months old." (Heh, wow Afiq, are you thinking what I'm thinking?)^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1453006353474163573-4529401140685020842?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4529401140685020842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4529401140685020842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4529401140685020842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4529401140685020842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/class-excursionminus-other-classmates.html' title='Class excursion,minus the other classmates.^^'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWYX8Q814EI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fFxFza--EiU/s72-c/Picture+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4429439136156159990</id><published>2009-01-06T15:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:37:47.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Nyonya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reading an article about the Little Nyonya on Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;Titled: &lt;u&gt;What do you like about "The Little Nyonya"?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is it about this drama that pulled you back to the tv every night?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on: -that pulled you back to the tv every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so agitated just by reading some of the comments by the viewers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were both negative &amp;amp; positive comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_angel_vs_devil__by_ChaosEmeraldHun.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_angel_vs_devil__by_ChaosEmeraldHun.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeanette Aw's acting is very wooden and stiff. Her body language and the way she speaks is very amateur and unprofessional. I cannot see why she is put into a lead role that is too difficult and important for her to handle. She obviously is unable to handle important roles like this and she should not be in a leading role as she is far from being a good actress who is able to portray her feelings and emotions and transfer these same feelings and emotions to the audience who are watching her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the stupidest show ever. I'm glad it's over so that my girlfriend has more time for me. Master of the seas nyonya and this nonsense piece of crap u called little nyonya are an exaggerated showpiece of baba culture in the history of mankind. The researchers for this show must be the graduates of kiddy kindergaten school. If little nyonya is ever shown in america, then Sarah Palin will win the next presidential election. I will purposely pour ayam buah keluak and and poke icecream into any of my friends eye if they ever mention this nonsense to me again. Now get back to work u lazybums!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please keep this drama in Singapore. Don't export it overseas and put Singapore to shame. The only thing good about the drama is the music"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could they even say such a thing? I mean if they really didn't like it, then why even bother watching it? Some even watched it till the end and still have the cheek to say that the show isn't worth watching. Wth, that's so contradicting. We should be supporting local shows instead of criticising every single thing about it, right? And Yueniang and YuZhu were the best cause they had to hold the toughest characters. How dare you people say such a cruel thing. Grr, so geram. Hahaha &lt;em&gt;emely, emely.&lt;/em&gt; Anyway those negative comments were the minorities. Glad other sensible viewers commented in a positive tone. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some folks remarked that the acting was 'lousy', but who are they....? The storyline (it happens in real life too especially when conniving people are still in society) was great, the peranakan houses were beautiful, wardrobe very authentic &amp;amp; the ladies were beautiful too. It's just too bad that some non-peranakan folks do not know how to admire its beauty and heritage. These were the attractions that got us glued to this show. Imagine, the mundane modern dramas that is flooding the market nowadays. It's a change that is long overdue."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Totally agree with this guy, woohoo! &lt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My 2 thumbs up for the story plot. The suspense make us hooked &amp;amp; look forward to every episode. It has been since a long time that Media corp made a drama based on local stories. I had not been watching dramas for a long time because I got sick of the scriptwriters emulating the plots from Hong Kong &amp;amp; Taiwanese dramas. The Little Nonya proves that local stories sells &amp;amp; it's about time for Singaporeans to get original."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The drama was so touching to see the real human side. The ending is quite interesting especially to know that Robert is in fact the father of the child of Yuzhu and this is done in a meticulous manner."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What caught my interest is the good chemistry between Yueniang and Chen Xi. I also like Yuzhu's acting and her role is also captivating. My curiousity on what will happen to these 2 main actresses keep me glued to the drama."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^-^' / #$*(*^%$(%*(&amp;amp;%%# to those bad, bad people.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_threaten__Remake_by_ChaosEmeraldHu.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_threaten__Remake_by_ChaosEmeraldHu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4429439136156159990?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4429439136156159990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4429439136156159990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4429439136156159990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4429439136156159990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-nyonya.html' title='The Little Nyonya.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7284117243657262219</id><published>2009-01-05T23:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:25:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-N-G-E-L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been yawning and yawning and yawning almost everywhere and at any time today. I think yawning is definitely a contagious thing. 'Cause whenever I see someone yawn, I'll yawn. Like for instance when I was in the mrt with Mr.J just now, I saw this lady infront of me yawning while looking at me. So I yawned back. I guess that's another form of saying hello? HAHAHA. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headline for today's post: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I HAD AN AWWWWESOME DAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay where shall I begin? Right. Today, I set out at around 10.40am and arrived at Woodlands Interchange at 11am sharp. As per normal, (chey no lah) I'm always on time while Mr.J's the late-comer. ;B Heh, he knows this ain't true. Then we went all the way Velocity at Novena and walked around the shopping mall just a lil bit. Hmm, except for that side bag at Animal, nothing else caught my eye. So we settled down and took pictures! :D Oh and there was this one lady who pursuaded Mr.J to buy 3 packets of tissues for $1. In the end, she gave 2. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was so bright and the clouds were so spread out that our faces in this one pic made us look like a Japanese couple. Hahahaha, betooool. See see?&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIuLvTdvOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Ko6H52kXOh8/s1600-h/a&amp;amp;e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287839691697929442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIuLvTdvOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Ko6H52kXOh8/s400/a%26e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehehehe. So white, I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay from here onwards, not so white. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIvAKPXC8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/RG7Z0qIHxeM/s1600-h/SPA55689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287840592281668546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIvAKPXC8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/RG7Z0qIHxeM/s400/SPA55689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohh, I like this one. I like his shirt, I wonder who bought it for him. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIwDapY9GI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jR83MjEMQx4/s1600-h/SPA55691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287841747737048162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIwDapY9GI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jR83MjEMQx4/s400/SPA55691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what they call the "Slumber" face? =_=" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha idk lah, I look so.. *insert hard-to-find-word here* mm, I think I took this picture when Mr.J was attending the lady who was selling the packets of tissues to him. Yeah, or was it the time he became vain and decided to pose like a model infront of a glass to see his image? Uh'ohh, did I just expose his secret? Wahahahaha! *evil laughs* ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh. This post is so informal. Haiye. Nvm. Anyway, after we took manymany snapshots, our tummies made funny noises. Like "KRAK KROK" like that. ^^ So we proceeded to Long John Silver for our early lunch. For the first time ever, we tried their rice! Mine was rice with Seabass while Mr.J's was Grilled chicken with rice, if I'm not mistaken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak preview:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIxikgFknI/AAAAAAAAAds/BbHHIwLqseM/s1600-h/SPA55696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287843382469956210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIxikgFknI/AAAAAAAAAds/BbHHIwLqseM/s400/SPA55696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knew eating rice with cheese would be so yummy? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were eating, we planned as to where to go next. Haha, and guess what? We actually ended up in Jurong. We spent like an hour more just by sitting in the mrt? Boohoo. Oh and the boohoo-est part has yet to come. Why did we go to Jurong? Because we happily thought that Science Centre would be open on Mondays. Oh come on, it's a Monday aka a weekday people! Howwww can you people not be operating?! Gah! Hahaha and we went all the way thereeee. *sobs* Such. A. Dissappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from there, we actually thought of going to Snow City, Jurong Bird Park, Discovery Centre I tell you. But ofcourse, if one's closed, surely the rest won't be operating as well right. What a bummer man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWI2wz3n4cI/AAAAAAAAAd0/X-v7FgZaFXU/s1600-h/kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849124671513026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWI2wz3n4cI/AAAAAAAAAd0/X-v7FgZaFXU/s400/kiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The monkey is one lucky monkey? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWI4ILRsBuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rHDI9zkVrQI/s1600-h/kiss2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287850625603471074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWI4ILRsBuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rHDI9zkVrQI/s400/kiss2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, let's see the resemblance here. Hahaha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay lah okay lah, I know lah Kirin confirm will say that I look like the monkey up there also. Looool, thaaaanks? :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so as you can see. We still had fun taking pictures of monkeys, climbing on ropes, spinning on a machine, going through circular tubes, walking here &amp;amp; there aimlessly &amp;amp; cursing at every signboard which states that the place only operates on tues onwards. ^^ We are so going back there soon. Grawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually went to Boon Lay as well just to check whether Discovery Centre was open! But noooo, everything just had to close on a Monday. Hurr. On a brighter note, I got to ride on a double decker! After soooo long, hahaha. We sat on top, way way wayyy up front. It made us feel like we were driving the bus. Wooo. So after so many failed attempts, we settled down at Coffee Bean; Jurong Point. We had Malibu Dreams &amp;amp; Chicago cheesecake which was a little bit &lt;em&gt;muak&lt;/em&gt;. What's muak in english? Err.. Saturated? No. Let's just say the cheese was too &lt;em&gt;thick&lt;/em&gt;? Nah, but it was still nice though! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Point is so much better than Velocity. Everything can be found under one roof. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got myself a pair of black earrings &amp;amp; I bought this shampoo for permed hair. ^^ Ohhh and I bought Mr.J a little something for his advance Birthday present. Hope you like it! Too bad the _ _ _ _ (s) that we wanted were too expensive. $55 and above for each! heh we should have grabbed the $29.90 ones. ^^ (But it wasn't as nice, sigh*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday's coming! Sweet Eighteeeeeen. And you'll be taking your license, you'll be at a legal age to watch M18 movies and everything else that I can't do! That ain't fair, ain't fair at all. :( But remember eh what I told you. The 5 things that I don't allow you to do! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, today was definitely a blast! We were laughing and laughing all the way, and I really mean "all the way". Heh heh. Those "disturbances" that I had to face/:B I have all your tactics &amp;amp; secrets at the back of my hands you cheeky boy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND LITTLE NYONYA HAS ENDED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(insert sad face here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For sure the following Chinese shows won't be as good as this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best of the best. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7284117243657262219?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7284117243657262219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7284117243657262219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7284117243657262219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7284117243657262219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/n-g-e-l.html' title='A-N-G-E-L.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SWIuLvTdvOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Ko6H52kXOh8/s72-c/a%26e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-507189477089371656</id><published>2009-01-03T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:08:00.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So keep your love locked down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Special dedication to Shera,&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Emoticons_35_by_Senior_X.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/Emoticons_35_by_Senior_X.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bubbliest/sweetest/craziest/funniest/loveliest diva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Shera, do you remember the times you, atikah, shikin and me laughed our asses off in class/outside of class? we were the best of four, weren't we? We made fun of Zheng Chong and Wee Kiong. &amp;amp; the times when you match-made me with them. -__-" especially Wee Kiong. Hahaha wth sey, because of that, Wee Kiong approached me asking whether I really did say he was cute. (?!) hahaha I was dumbfounded alright. Then there was the time we met Mr.Dol? The guy who brought luck to us. You found money! Hahaha we were laughing till my stomach hurt like hella bad just by looking at Dol in his black specs, gawwwd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't stop laughing whenever I'm with you. It's not like those normal laughter you know. It's those uncontrollable, unstoppable, addictive ones! We couldn't breathe for goodness sake. Hahaha! Then suddenly we were talking bout how Dol will be match-made with this imaginary girl named Dollah someday. &lt;:D Then there were the times Shikin made us laugh with her crazy/over-ly dramatic ways. Hehe! We were so close during the sec 1 &amp;amp; 2 days. It started off with being strangers, then we slowly grew closer &amp;amp; closer. You made the class laugh, you had a special way of making people smile. You always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me Shera, through all the ups and downs. &lt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were there when I truly needed you. I still remember how I'd cry and how you'd provide comfort &amp;amp; care. I know I didn't tell you this before, but I found out that you wrote a message to the you-know-who via friendster, explaining to him that I wasn't at the wrong &amp;amp; how you told him he was a lucky guy.. how he should learn to appreciate. I teared up just by reading it cause you were the 1st person who actually stood up for me. I appreciated it so much Shera, it was really really really touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I hear that you're leaving Singapore.. fo' real, permanently. &lt;:( I just wanna tell you that no matter how far you are from me, you'll always be close at heart. You're such a good friend, you'll be loved by many out there. &amp;amp; yeah you're so smart &amp;amp; capable! I still rmb how you'd ace your geography.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yay.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/yay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ''My rolemodel", remember? Heh heh, the old times huh? Wish you all the best in your future endeavours babe! Thank you for being there for me &amp;amp; for cheering me up everytime just by showing me your cheeky smile. Take care, &amp;amp; all the very best for the upcoming O'level results! Don't worry too much, you'll do great babe! Have faith in yourself! Love ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emely.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_hugrevamped__by_zacthetoad-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_hugrevamped__by_zacthetoad-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-507189477089371656?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/507189477089371656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=507189477089371656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/507189477089371656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/507189477089371656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-keep-your-love-locked-down_03.html' title='So keep your love locked down.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7533198405978294955</id><published>2009-01-03T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:03:32.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky encounters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I had to deal with some freaky encounters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Oh &amp;amp; painful ones, so please listen closely.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yay.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/yay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out at around 3pm just now and headed to Civic to return my little cousins' dued books. There were at least eleven of them, haha. And those two little girls actually read every single one of them. Wow! I know I can never do that. -__-" Ha haa. I actually brought along my little brother in case I got lonely. Since Mr J couldn't accompany me this time. There was Friday prayers and the timing kinda clashed. So yeah, the thing is, whenever I ask my brother out to help/accompany me, there'll always be some kind of ''reward'' involved. Nothing's free in this world, tsk. Haha. So I bought MacD's chicken McNugget meal and vanilla cone for him for his.. ''hard work''. Hmm, lol.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yay.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/yay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were sitting at Civic's bus stop, munching on fries &amp;amp; licking on ice-cream respectively. Then when the bus arrived, we decided to skip it and wait for the next one. Out of a sudden a middle-aged guy, (with a very big belly) approached us with this "I'm-so-hungry-your-food-looks-very-tempting" kinda face. He was one of the passengers who just alighted the bus btw. We were shocked of course, cause it was really unexpected. So here's the conversation between the guy &amp;amp; me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ah Ah, Give me some leh? I very hungry ah. *points fingers at my french fries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: *observes him for a good 5 seconds* Err..okay, here.. *gives him 2 sticks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Waits till he finishes them-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ahhh, some more can? A bit more only ahh. Can ahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: You want more? But I just gave you some..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy: Ah I got no money ah! I very hungry leh *massages belly in a circular manner*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: NO NO NO! then just now you take bus, how come got money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy: Aiyaah! *approches my lil bro* I waaant leh! Lick a little bit only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ewww, that's disgusting!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brother protects ice-cream like as if he's protecting his life, hahaha-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I SAID NOOOO!!!! STOP IT OKAY! BEG US FOR MORE, AND I'LL CALL THE POLICE I SWEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He rolled his eyes and walked away. But then he stopped, approached another guy sitting behind us, and asked him for money! Aiyoh, the businessman was so pissed when even after giving the guy some coins, he kept begging him for more. It was so irritating. The businessman took a picture of him secretly and called someone up. I'm not sure who though. Hoho. But anyway, seriously you can distinguish between someone who is really in need and someone who is just faking it to dupe people into giving them things. If you had asked me nicely, in a more sympathetic way, telling me genuinely that you really were penniless, then ofcourse I'd lend you a hand. But not in that kinda manner, okay? It was just really really scary for you to suddenly come real close to my face and ask me for fries. Omg, I nearly choked.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/wow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, anyway I was a little bit shaky when I told him to leave us. To come to think of it,it was kinda rude of me to tick him off like that. Any comments, readers? Was I at wrong for shouting at him?&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=no.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/no.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosh,*sighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note! I bumped into Kirin in the bus otw to Civic! Hahaha such a coincidence eh! We wore brown some more. Looool.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yay.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/yay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But sadly, we only spent time for awhile. Cause little bro was cranky. Haa. We went to the mrt station to top up our EZ links so that we can pay our overdue library payments. Hoho I can't believe lil bro owed the lib $51.95! He is soooo gonna have to pay me back, D= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about the "painful" part to my day. Lol, guess whuuuut? Mum was busy taking out the ice-cream container from the upper section of the fridge (the freezer,where they keep the ice,y'know? =.=) while I was taking out some juice from the lower section of the fridge. Hahaa please tell me you guys understand what I'm trying to say. Heh. Then then! Mum didnt know I was sticking my head up into the freezer part just to feel the cool air. Soooo, she happily closed the door hard without looking and it knocked right into my poor-innocent head! Hahahahahaa I nearly cried lah, it was so painful. While the rest were still laughing away over the incident. Oh, great.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_tard_B__by_MissBangles.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_tard_B__by_MissBangles.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7533198405978294955?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7533198405978294955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7533198405978294955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7533198405978294955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7533198405978294955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-had-to-deal-with-some-freaky.html' title='Freaky encounters.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4904892363299237013</id><published>2009-01-01T23:28:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:07:17.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White as the driven snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzy5m0E-1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/KRRP9XKpEP8/s1600-h/ulan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286367134111562578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzy5m0E-1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/KRRP9XKpEP8/s320/ulan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet my mum's next door neighbour, Ulan. She has Indon blood.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_awww__by_deep__blue.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_awww__by_deep__blue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you guys this. She's such an adorable four-year old little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulan: Awak..kenape bibir awak merah-merah? Awak sakit ke? *shows sad face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Oh tkder lah, bibir kiter memang slalu mcm gini. Asik pecah-pecah je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ulan: Kesian nye..nanti kiter belikan awak obat kay.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd scene: When I told her to smile while I take her picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awak, awak senyum lah lebar-lebar. Nampakkan gigi siket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*she tries very hard to show her teeth*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ulan: Um, boleh tak kiter tgk gmbr awak kat handphone awak tu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shows*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ulan: Mcm maner eh awak senyum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ulan: Kiter kalau dah besar, kiter nak try lah senyum macam awak. Kiter masih kecik, kiter tak tahu mcm mane nk senyum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA SHE'S SO SO SO SMART &amp;amp; CUTE.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/wow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I should add something else to my 'Weakness' list. Bright little kids. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are some photos of me, which I think are quite redundant. -__-" Haha I took them before I went to sleep yesterday. I was meddling with my hair so that I can show you guys how I'd look like with short/medium/long hair. Hahaha I know lah, I was so bored yesterday so you can't blame me. ^^ Anyway someone was working the whole day till 5am(?!?!) - I had no one to talk to. *sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyzqUR00I/AAAAAAAAAck/yXVYsSn_8Ao/s1600-h/short+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286367031972713282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyzqUR00I/AAAAAAAAAck/yXVYsSn_8Ao/s320/short+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emely with short hair.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;current=_tard_B__by_MissBangles.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_tard_B__by_MissBangles.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyrpZJDAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zG06Op7IgD4/s1600-h/medium+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286366894285720578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyrpZJDAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zG06Op7IgD4/s320/medium+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emely with medium hair.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;current=First_Emoticon_by_Karlithra.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/First_Emoticon_by_Karlithra.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyhg9Q1ZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GWYRDmFMayA/s1600-h/long+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286366720222614930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyhg9Q1ZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GWYRDmFMayA/s320/long+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emely with long hair.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;current=chick_emoticon_ehm_by_pistra.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/chick_emoticon_ehm_by_pistra.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While people were celebrating New year, I was off playing badminton at Fuchun CC. Haha Oh well, according to Islamic calendar, New year doesnt fall on 1st Jan. Soooo.. I shouldn't be celebrating it? Haha Idk, but nvm I wasn't sad or anything for not being at Marina. ^^ But the fireworks were indeed amazing via live telecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some of the pictures taken on the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;(Courts were booked at 8:00 to 10:00pm btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyWkAqMzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/G6xXha09IKk/s1600-h/bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286366532063605554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyWkAqMzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/G6xXha09IKk/s320/bad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah, my little brother is kinda cute from this angle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyO1C3M8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/2FjmZMrrh4c/s1600-h/bad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286366399197295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyO1C3M8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/2FjmZMrrh4c/s320/bad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait, on second thoughts.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha jk, here's the lil bro &amp;amp; lil cousin. (Who has apparently outgrown me *sobs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyBtzekAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/imHc-Rnp0Qs/s1600-h/bad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286366173915418626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzyBtzekAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/imHc-Rnp0Qs/s320/bad4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzx3U6aWDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UB_j4crUbpU/s1600-h/bad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365995434924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzx3U6aWDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UB_j4crUbpU/s320/bad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl who doesn't want to reveal her sweaty face.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;current=shame.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/shame.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzxupHO4WI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4TqBYZaRoX4/s1600-h/bad6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365846238585186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzxupHO4WI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4TqBYZaRoX4/s320/bad6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I took their pictures, one of them flew way above water level! 0.0&lt;br /&gt;I guess the flash startled them, oopsie sorry fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzxnb030uI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jYld5oj_CNw/s1600-h/bad5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365722412831458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzxnb030uI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jYld5oj_CNw/s320/bad5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fuchun CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's actually bugging me. ): You know, when you're in secondary school, all you ever think about is how to escape from it. How great it'll sound to end it and just enjoyyy. The freedom. The pleasure of not having those nerve-wrecking home works. The pleasure of not having teachers bugging you for them. Everything around you seems, not-good-enough. Like the surroundings, the people who keep pestering you..you just want to move on with life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Frankly, I regretted having all those thoughts/feelings. 'Cause I miss them, every one of them so much. I miss going to school with Kirin, meeting with our bf(s) at the busstop and entering school at the nick of time. I miss mdm Dzarina always telling me that my fringe is too long or that the purple rubber band that I'm wearing isn't appropriate. I miss terence bugging me in class. I miss Anna asking me questions on maths. I miss farna's company. I miss Dee's crazy antics. I miss Yong Hui's endless drawings. I miss Kevin's terrorism threats in class. I miss teasing Sean of his chubby picture. I miss Roy's dare to not laugh when I'm looking at him. I miss going back with Afiq, wasting time almost anywhere in our school uniform. The KFC(s)/the walking-all-the-way-back to my place when our bus fares were insufficient(after my netball trainings)/the bird poos 0.0"/the chi-ko-paks&amp;amp;pepsi cola(s). Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;current=blowkiss.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/blowkiss.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss every single thing about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now people are going back to school tmr while I'm here at home for another one month or so. Haiyer,I miss Woodlands Ring sec. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4904892363299237013?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4904892363299237013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4904892363299237013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4904892363299237013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4904892363299237013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-as-driven-snow.html' title='White as the driven snow.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVzy5m0E-1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/KRRP9XKpEP8/s72-c/ulan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-9178778954095800090</id><published>2008-12-31T01:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:20:22.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt bad today. A week ago, I caused a sharp pang in my mum's heart. Yet she forgave me almost instantly. That very week, I felt so numb inside cause I created a big hooha over such a small matter &amp;amp; it had made her feel ever so doleful. I've never seen her that sad for such a long time.. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you. You mean so much to me, you know that Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_pokehug__by_MissBangles.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_pokehug__by_MissBangles.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, she made me one happy little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sacrifised her work time just to spend the day with me(to shoppp!). How cool is that, right?&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yay.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/yay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really-really appreciated it. But hor, I have a strooong feeling my dad was behind all this too. I just know it. Cause two days ago, my family went to Vivo to look around. And I was telling everyone how this top was pretty and how the other was just so unique. It was a hint. Hahaha, evil me. But I had no intentions to buy them cause they were just .. not within my means. Hahaha nothing has ever been within my means,&lt;em&gt; man I gotta start earning some 'dough'! *giggles*.&lt;/em&gt; Dad was telling me that Singapore goods are still the best, in terms of fashion and quality. So I just nodded in &lt;u&gt;total&lt;/u&gt; agreement. It was yet another hint. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And todayyyyy, when I woke up, he got me into a momentary trance.&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yay.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/yay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He told me that mummy&amp;amp;me can go shopping for the whole day. It was sooooo unexpected and sooooo cooool. I love him so much for being such an understanding dad. He's very wise too, when he says its not the right time for me to shop, I'd listen. But when he gives me the green light, I'll smile like nobody's business, like how I did this morning. *giggles* So thank you Ayah!&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_loverevamped__by_zacthetoad.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/_loverevamped__by_zacthetoad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, here comes the irritating part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you don't have the&lt;em&gt; 'dough', &lt;/em&gt;you feel like as if your wishlist is jam-packed with manymany things. But when you finally do, the things that you thought were nice before just seem not-as-attrative-as-before and you know you'd regret it if you were to spend even a quater of your dough on it. How how? Oh please tell me this is an ordinary symtom in which every girl has to face? Pleaseee, it's soo nerve-wrecking. Especially when there's so many end-of-year sales going on! *screams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should use the money for more important things. Like Amirul's&amp;amp;Afiq's upcoming birthday presents! Or orr Insya'Allah if I can get myself a place in the junior college, I'm gonna get that lovely sneakers to match my uniform. ^^ Aiya, this is so depressing. I don't wanna think about the O level results. What if I can't make it to a JC? What if I fail my english and everything will just go down the drain? What if I don't improve on my malay?&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=confused_by_xXsh4dXx.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/confused_by_xXsh4dXx.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mid-Jan, come here soon. The wait is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah okay change subject, change subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I didn't miss Little Nyonya eventhough I got home at around 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because my dear cousin actually knew how to record the show using our Hubstation thingy! It's so cooool. :D Hahaha no more missing out on Chinese dramas. And the good thing is, I can watch the whole series with just a click of a button. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow night, I'll be out as well. But I've recorded the show beforehand, woohoo! I booked a badminton court at Fuchun CC so that my family can battle one another out tmr. I'm officially a member so the hourly charge would be cheaper. ^^ And and I got a free Jurong Bird Park ticket from the Community Centre. Wah, I like free stuffs. I should sign up for more things. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-9178778954095800090?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/9178778954095800090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=9178778954095800090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/9178778954095800090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/9178778954095800090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-felt-bad-today.html' title='Ultimate love.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-8431574216082292151</id><published>2008-12-28T12:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:26:04.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I better blog first before doing anything else. Heh, because by then, I'll be feeling lazy and everyone knows what I won't do when I'm lazzzzzy~ *evil smirks* ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we all went to mum/dad's shop in Malay Village. I had to take some photos to make a portfolio for them. So there I was climbing here and there just to get the right angle. Haha and the customers stared at me like as if I was doing something illegal. =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the weather was on my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwhich, my little brother and me went to the Kampung Fest (held only for yesterday) whereby tentages were built for vendors to sell food/small things/accessories etc. Nothing much caught my eye so we decided to watch "Kuda Kepang" instead. Heh, when I was like in primary sch, I was so adventurous I tell you. That place was like my second home. We (my brother &amp;amp; me) rode our bikes on the wooden pathments and got shouted my shop owners. We made use of wooden planks and made 'slopes' out of them. We played three blind mice with older teenage boys. :B We watched Kuda Kepang every night and made friends with many kids. I made two of them fell in love with me. How I know? Cause they were chasing me with baby cockroaches, called me names and purposely went to my mum's shop just to harrass me. From there, I know already! Hahaha yah right emely. =P But too bad, we lost contact every since I became.. shy and less um,tomboy-ish? =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kampung days eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work ended, we had dinner at Zain's Cafe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had Sizzling Serloin Steak which was well, very &lt;em&gt;sinful&lt;/em&gt; to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Fat-ten-ning.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got myself an Encyclopedia! Now I know how to calculate your BMI(Body Mass Index). Hahaha wait, am I the last one to know how to calculate it? :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you guys the formula okay? Want it?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Yeahhh I know you want it~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Measuring your BMI: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Weight(Kg) divided by [Height(m) &lt;em&gt;times&lt;/em&gt; Height(m)] "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MUST MULTIPLY YOUR HEIGHT TWICE OK? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just do it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now if you get 18 and below: you're underweight! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;18-25: in the ideal weight range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;25-30: overweight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;over 30: obese.\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know mine? Hahahaha. =18.1786736!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I still feel fat. I don't know why. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-8431574216082292151?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8431574216082292151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=8431574216082292151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8431574216082292151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/8431574216082292151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-better-blog-first-before.html' title='How do you sleep?'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1293410705775934293</id><published>2008-12-26T19:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:23:44.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the back of my hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looky-looky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who finally decided to play badminton with me? ^^ Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new big brother, who else? :D He was from Friday prayers and he dropped by my estate. Soo, I pursuaded him to burn off some tummy fats by playing badminton with my little brother and cousin (school's badminton player you know!). Wah but I'm kinda impressed byMr J's performance today. &lt;em&gt;Today only! :B &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were happily playing among the four of us, this cute chubby guy came. Watching our every move. He sat there for quite some time so ofcourse, being a goody-two-shoes that I am (hehe), I asked whether he wanted to take my place. So yada yada, after he lost, he approached me. Telling me that he wanted to have a one-on-one game with me. So okay I was like ''Oh alrite, but aren'y you tired?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nopes! I wanna beat youuu!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so lazy I tell you. Everytime the ball fell, he won't pick it up. He'll just scoop it up or drag it on the floor then continue playing. Haha for some reason, I couldn't stop smiling to myself while playing. Cause firstly, he was verrrry tired yet he insisted on playing. So he was like making these funny noises and facial expressions whenever I gave him a high ball. :D Secondly, when he jumps, his tummy wobbles and he'll go ''Aiyoh, back pain!" Hahahaha, so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered to buy us ''Air batu.'' but he came back empty handed. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You both boyfriend-girlfriend ah?"-Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No lah, we're best friends only! hehe"-Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Eh no no, we're actually brother-sister ah."-Mr.J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Err, yah same mother but different father. Ahh!"-Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyoh, I headache already."-Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Mr J and me decided to play this game whereby we had to pass the ball without dropping it. We were targetting for a hundred! And guess what? We were already at the count of 80 when that little boy came and distracted us. ): Boohoo! Do you know how tiring/hard it was to even reach 50? Haha *bangs head*. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boy boy, I ask you something ah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You think this girl primary school or secondary school?"-Mr J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hmmm, sec ah I think. Secondary 2 or 3 ah." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"She's even smaller than me leh?"-Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR~ :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo bad. Luckily he said I'm still cute for my age. Hahahaha! &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything ended, Mr J and me made our way to the MRT station. Thought I wanted to accompany him there, but in the end, we bought my favourite Strawberry Milk Tea along the way and walked back towards my block. =.= "A girl like you cannot walk alone at this time of day! Dangerous!" Haha, sweet hor? So in the end, he took the 912 from my place and home sweet home for me. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I've spent the day in a fruitful way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Afiq, Thank you Amirul, Thank you Haziq, Thank you Leonard (the primary four boy I was referring to just now. ^^) , Thank you adorable-littlekids-at-the-playground for smiling at me for no reason.(Heh,Mr J told me that I can only socialise with little kids due to my size, not with the grown-ups. Mean hor?). Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye readers! Have a nice weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1293410705775934293?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1293410705775934293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1293410705775934293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1293410705775934293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1293410705775934293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/looky-looky.html' title='At the back of my hands.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4745678245162986677</id><published>2008-12-26T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:22:50.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my hand, I'll take the lead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday night, while I was hanging on the phone with Mr.J, someone by the name of Kelvin called him. By then, it was close to 3am so we were both puzzled. Mr.J put the conversation between him and the other party on loudspeaker so that I could hear his every word. Hohoho, and here comes the freaky part! Apparently, he.. (how should I put this?) flirted with/tried to seduce him! It was so.. disgusting I tell you. I was dumbfounded. Haha. Man, I don't even know whether I should feel jealous! :P I was giggling to myself on the other line, esp when Mr.J tried to dig out more info on this ''Kelvin'' guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway, today's Christmas day which also means that the adults are free from work. ^^ So my family went to East Coast with my uncle's family to just you know, spend time together. Heh. The moment we reached our destination, we saw Suhaimi Yusof and the crew members preparing for a shoot. Our car was parked just next to theirs. Haha so we saw manymany artists as well. Anyway I guess something happened before we reached because some of their faces were really gloomy, I suppose they just got scolded from the director? Hmm. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the crew members approached us and asked my mum and dad whether they wanted to be on tv. Hahaha obviously my parents resisted. They're shy people. Lol! ;D They were shooting for this show called ''Kepak Bing Bing.'' I'm sure you guys have heard of it right? Heh, so yeah me and the little ones were kinda dissappointed cause we were REALLY hoping they'd go for it. ^^ Hmm, oh well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat down and ate loads of delicious white mee. Mummy's specialty.^^ Then hopped onto our bikes and sped off into the woods. Lisha's four-wheel bike was ''senget''. So she had a really hard time trying to stabilize herself. Haha and we didn't know she was left behind with my bibik. :O Oh man, so we had to turn back and find them before they cycled into another path and got lost in the woods. :B &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 5pm, we had to return the bikes. Oh and did I tell you that the people mending the bike stall were super bias and rude? Tsk, just because we're malays hor doesn't mean first priority's given to the other races. Learn how to speak english first before you go scolding people who doesn't even understand a single thing you're trying to tell them. Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since we were sitted someone near the entrance, my dad saw this group of people crowding around the area behind his car. 0.0" So at first we just observed what they were doing. One of them was actually resting his hand on the car! And that got my dad rather angry. Man, who wouldn't right? Anyhow only touch touch. We found out that their car was parked next to ours. Dad just walked towards them, not to confront them, but to see whether that fellow was going to do anything further to the car. He wanted to turn back when he thought everything was okay, but unfortunately something had to take place. There was this old grandmother who told her grandchild to PEE at our exhaust (you know, the place where gas comes out from the car? haa =.=)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, earth to grandma, that's an illegal act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second, why our car? Your son's car is just next to ours! Pee at your side cannot uh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So rude, such a disgrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the news about Singaporeans punching the Vietnamese/burning their national flag after Sunday's game. See? I told you in my previous post alrd. *Sigh. Such an embarrassment to Singapore. Due to this small minority, people all over the world would change their mindset towards the attitudes of Singaporeans. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4745678245162986677?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4745678245162986677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4745678245162986677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4745678245162986677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4745678245162986677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-night-while-i-was-hanging-on.html' title='Take my hand, I&apos;ll take the lead.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4823613259414914465</id><published>2008-12-23T17:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:55:42.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVCr2ldYjgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/FFsO04v1kPY/s1600-h/3022744088_4ef239c4e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282911317162233346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVCr2ldYjgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/FFsO04v1kPY/s320/3022744088_4ef239c4e0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhino the hamster is so,so,sooo adorable! And funny! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know I would laugh that much together with all the other audience while watching this movie; BOLT. Lol I love it! Rate: 5/5! ^^ I booked the 2.45pm tix just now and surprised little brother &amp;amp; little cousin. Hee. Initially, our intention to go to Causeway Point was to get bro's remaining sch books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah because apparently, HE overlooked the dates to which Fuchun's sch bookshop was opened. Grr. So many of the books were out of stock. Great. -.-' Lucky for him Popular still carries some of the books. Or else, he'd be doomed when school reopens. PSLE. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Dee's mum&amp;amp;little sis while I was at Fuchun yesterday. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh aaaand,something happened yesterday which kinda freaked me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was this uncle who came up to me while I was browsing through photos of my ex-Fuchun teachers on one of the walls. He was asking me whether my little brother was my son(?!29414259).. mm so yeah,I was rather pissed. Haha do I look that old to you,mr? Grr. Luckily one of his colleague stood up for me.. She was saying something like ''She so young like that! Obviously that's her brother lah dummy!''-in Chinese, but I know uh, from their facial expressions. Hahahaha,chey right! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went off. But after I bought bro's books, he came up to me again.(!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"*evil smile* uh you, you not taken uh? if not, I wanna tackle you. hehe, you sexy uh." :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeeee, I WAS SO FREAKED OUT. hahahahaha but I just smiled and said ''haha thanks? but I gotta go now. Byee." Aiya, I'm not trying to make fun of him or anything, but it was really..freaky. Little bro was giggling all the way home. How embarassing. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post is gonna be quite long. So you guys can stop here if you're like bored. -.-" Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay so about the day before yesterday; on Sunday.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family invited Mr.J along to Kallang stadium. Soccer match between Singapore &amp;amp; Vietnam. It was total madness over there. People were screaming their hearts out, using many many spiteful remarks to the Vietnamese who were sitted just next to us. There was a gate separating us though cause they were afraid that the audience would become violent or something. Wow, but honestly, I felt that some of the Singaporeans were..overreacting. Seriously, it was a baaad image for Singapore. Some of the parents even joined their teen children with all those vulgarities. -.-' In the end, Singapore lost by one goal. (1-0) Haaa, see, our just desert for being too boastful. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see! Ah,let this be a lesson to all of us okay? :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I was veryvery happy that Mr.J agreed to join us. Although he &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;embarrassed and shyyy. :D During the match, we ate quite alot. Haha cause we sneaked in lots of fooooood. ^^ My low-fat yoghurt fell into his hands instead of mine. Grr :B Hmm so yeah, that was our day. Everything went smoothly after all.. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVC7NtsE4sI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XHvzIaunzxY/s1600-h/b265ce60fe4c5384e622b09eb829b8df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282928207182750402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVC7NtsE4sI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XHvzIaunzxY/s400/b265ce60fe4c5384e622b09eb829b8df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farna, Kirin, Terence and myself went to Cineleisure to catch YESMAN. BUT to no avail. Cause the tickets were all sold out. -.-" We ended up watching IPman and actually thought that the movie wouldn't be a good one. But no way hoyzayyy, ^^ it was unbelievably great! Except for the last part whereby IP man actually survived. I was alrd close to tears lah when he was shot by that maniac, then out of the blue, he survived. Impossible. -.-' But still, the movie was awesome! Oh and and Farna &amp;amp; Terence has a new image now! Haha one with light-brown hair and the other one was all..Punked-up? Tsktsk,''my mother was the one who suggested it!" - Hahaha righttt, :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh Oh, and we did a very bad thing! We became part-time smugglers yesterday. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahaha. Hungry people do ridiculous things,heheh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I think I have to get myself a notebook to jot down important dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm becoming forgetful these days,sigh* ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4823613259414914465?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4823613259414914465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4823613259414914465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4823613259414914465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4823613259414914465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/rhino-hamster-is-sososooo-adorable-and.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SVCr2ldYjgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/FFsO04v1kPY/s72-c/3022744088_4ef239c4e0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4951487794768471503</id><published>2008-12-20T20:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:48:51.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mood: Confused&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=confused_by_xXsh4dXx.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/confused_by_xXsh4dXx.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Personally, I don't feel like blogging today, I just don't feel well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought she'd understand. Sigh. I feel like backing out. I don't wanna go tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well anyway, I just got back from Malaysia; KL recently along with two other families. Liyana&amp;amp;Lisha's and Haziq's (from the maternal &amp;amp; paternal sides respectively). We had a blast! Four days and three nights there. The 1st, 3rd and 4th day was spent walking up &amp;amp; down the busy streets of KL, entering and leaving shopping malls. Haha, very tiring. Especially when I went shopping with mum&amp;amp;aunty only, whereas the boys played video games/swimming/gym etc. Oh yeah the hotel that we stayed in was okay (Royalle Bintang), the only thing I find impressive though was the gym 'cause they had a wide variety of exercising machines (or wtv you people call it). ^^ Heh it was cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mm, so back to the shopping part! There's a new shopping mall called Pavillion in KL. It's super huge, bigger than Vivo! hahaha to me that is. But it's more up market with boutiques such as Coach/Guess and many other big names, which obviously I cant afford to buy. -.- Haha so skipskip those boutiques and we went straight to metrojaya to get my LeSportsac pencil case. Hehehe! 50% off, who don't want right. Lol. I love their cute designs/prints on their begs/pouch etc. And then Giordano Concept was on 50% sale too so I got myself a white leather snickers. ^^ Everywhere 50/70%, people were going crazy I tell you. Lol, kiasu people like me uh to be exact. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The advantage of having a mother with the exact same body size as me is that we can always share clothes. So whenever my mum told me to pick out the clothes that would look nice on her, I'd pick as many as I possibly can. Hahaha I'm so evil right! I purposely ask her to buy this and that because I know I can wear them too! Looool I'm kidding lah, I've never made use of her okay. Mummeh mummeh~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on. On the 2nd day however, our whole day was spent at Sunway Lagoon! There were 5 'parks' available in which we had to choose at least one. So my dad&amp;amp;uncle chose two: Water park &amp;amp; the Amusement park. :D Reason being, most of my cousins were of ages 6-10yrs old so most likely they won't be able to reach the height limits for the other 3 parks. Hahaha luckily I've grown! Don't laugh eh. *sticksouttongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were so many rides, I loved every single one of them. Especially the one whereby we had to lay on our tummy and slide down head first. Exactly like in the picture below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SUz4GAcqjAI/AAAAAAAAATc/-6JzXxsA5vs/s1600-h/att_wp_img1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281869245081881602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SUz4GAcqjAI/AAAAAAAAATc/-6JzXxsA5vs/s320/att_wp_img1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha please excuse my childishness alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just a teen who is basically deprived of her childhood times. Haa! :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh AND at the amusement park, I actually managed to gather up ALL (and I really mean ALL!) my courage to ride the wildest ride there. The not-so-scary-at-first-glance-but-looks-really-can-be-deceiving roller coaster! *SCREAMS*D: Hahaha! I felt like as if my stomach had been dislocated! Yeah emely, thats what you get for putting up a brave front infront of the little ones. LOL. The ride was so fast that my jaw could clearly be seen hanging and I swear I felt the skin around my mouth vibrating wildly! I couldn't close my mouth. Hahahahaha free show for the spectators down stairs ey. Gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now that I've rode my first ever &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adult&lt;/span&gt; roller coaster, I can hereby declare that I, Nur Amalina bte Noor Rasman, have overcome my greatest fear : Heights! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to sum it all up, I've enjoyed my holidays to the fullest. *grins widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, as I was chatting away in the middle of the night, a baby roach (with wings!) scared the living **** out of me. :O It flew right infront of my eyes, with this buzzing noice. I almost mistook it for a bee! It hit my nose and landed on the keyboard. Tell me, how growse can that be? *shivers* But I felt bad(really bad)after polluting its little lungs with Shieldtox and poking it with the back of the broom 3 times. :\ I had no choice! I wouldn't want it to start breeding and train its little offsprings on how to attack my innocent nose again. -.-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Possible roach speech:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''Attack the hideous-looking creature(me)! Give no face!(or rather fillers,ha-ha I.am.so.lame.) Target: Pointy nose! Make yow momma proud!" =____-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today, I finally met my Mr.J after such a long time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to see our look-alike-faces? (but its quite blur,=()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahaha presenting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SU0Pd3fLnHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/d0mWwZNUV0E/s1600-h/me&amp;amp;you3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281894943760817266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SU0Pd3fLnHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/d0mWwZNUV0E/s320/me%26you3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr&amp;amp;Mrs Sunshine? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love this cuteplusmentel guy to bits&amp;amp;pieces.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh there, I said it to the&lt;em&gt; public.&lt;/em&gt; He better be smiling away right now or else~ Haha ^^ Thankyou for coming down all the way to my place from Bukit Timah (is it? hee) just to see my like-haven't-bath face. :P Who would have thought he'd be so kind to buy me my all time favourite drink: Strawberry milktea. (Okay lah,actually I told him to buy for me but shh~ *giggles*) Can't believe we'll be going out tmr with my family. Haha he's reallyreally nervous, I can sense it! Chill boy, we ain't gonna eat you up. 08/10 still going strong aye! :D &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/1453006353474163573-4951487794768471503?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4951487794768471503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4951487794768471503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4951487794768471503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4951487794768471503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/mood-confused-personally-i-dont-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SUz4GAcqjAI/AAAAAAAAATc/-6JzXxsA5vs/s72-c/att_wp_img1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-568204633526880581</id><published>2008-12-10T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:05:38.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Currently listening to: Take a bow - Leona Lewis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\ __/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\ (._. ) /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\ __/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &lt;/strong&gt;._.&lt;strong&gt;)/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\ __/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\(._. )&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( ) \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits : Kailuuuu~ Hahahaha the computer geek. ^^ Cute right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, I'm promoting you Khairul. You odd to feel honoured man, lol~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay right, now where was I. Ah yeah, I wanted to blog about this movie called Match Point. ^^ Now that I've watched the whole thing, I swear I've watched the trailor before. Hmm. So anyway the movie was &lt;em&gt;Aww-surm. &lt;/em&gt;I had a nervous breakdown in between, haha cause there were too many suspense. Everything about it was about Luck. And to come to think of it, luck does play a very big part in our lifes. I woke up today thinking about my O level results (haa) and suddenly felt the urge to take out the JAE booklet. It stated that after getting our results, we'll be posted to the institutions of our choice right. (If we qualify that is.) And if for some reason we didnt attend the enrolment course in the stated JC etc, our place would immediately be made available to other applicants. I'm putting myself in the shoes of the other applicant. How &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt; would that be for me, right? Hahaha okay bad scenario, I know. I think only myself understand this para. Haish. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll be returning the dued library books. And I'm going home again to watch more online movies. Lol, what a mundane life. Tsk well at least I'll be going out tomorrow. ^^ And which reminds me, Khairul just told me about some outing the class organised. Boohoo, I know you know Khairul. &lt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-568204633526880581?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/568204633526880581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=568204633526880581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/568204633526880581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/568204633526880581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently-listening-to-take-bow-leona.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6904599494042174380</id><published>2008-12-07T13:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:03:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random: 'Phineas &amp;amp; Ferb' is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; funniest cartoon show &lt;em&gt;everrr&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I've not been updating since last week. I got really tired after the Bali trip and the coordinations I had to make for my mum's 41st. So now finally it's a Sunday and I can chill and cuddle up in bed like a little baby. Haha, an ugly one that is. I woke up at 1pm today. Mum was..angry? 'Cause it's not really nice for a girl like me to sleep till the wee hours? Uh'huhh. Okay I feel so lazy to update bout the Bali trip so so so I'll just upload some pictures with a lil bit of captions and they'll do the rest of the talking hohkay? Here goes.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtoYrZcV0I/AAAAAAAAARM/WU3WoUJUnvU/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276926161570256706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtoYrZcV0I/AAAAAAAAARM/WU3WoUJUnvU/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candyfloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtpM2RHN9I/AAAAAAAAARU/cMdTd1L7LOI/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276927057841305554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtpM2RHN9I/AAAAAAAAARU/cMdTd1L7LOI/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Viewing the world at a dif. angle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtpa6iDgmI/AAAAAAAAARc/8NyvqM0SChI/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276927299504276066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtpa6iDgmI/AAAAAAAAARc/8NyvqM0SChI/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our flight was sceduled at 6.30am.. thus the luxury of viewing the sun rise out the tiny window. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtqMjWnh4I/AAAAAAAAARk/k5x1RFSIvRk/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276928152275748738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtqMjWnh4I/AAAAAAAAARk/k5x1RFSIvRk/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtqZ4_qNrI/AAAAAAAAARs/9IlN6tESSww/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276928381423335090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtqZ4_qNrI/AAAAAAAAARs/9IlN6tESSww/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's just expanding it and taking the credits. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtq1BHWJtI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9UAIOia6Cls/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276928847459526354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtq1BHWJtI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9UAIOia6Cls/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dead fishes along the shore every morning. Fishermans work. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtreXsnH8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/QjugK2MbU28/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276929557896044482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtreXsnH8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/QjugK2MbU28/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alam Kul Kul's entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtrsQlpXwI/AAAAAAAAASE/KiLGiD8ufWo/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276929796505952002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtrsQlpXwI/AAAAAAAAASE/KiLGiD8ufWo/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner was on the house. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtr_3eaKII/AAAAAAAAASM/ATmUN_GT6ps/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276930133362092162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtr_3eaKII/AAAAAAAAASM/ATmUN_GT6ps/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's pattern changes everytime. A tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtscc0ZLQI/AAAAAAAAASU/WMk_maMDLN4/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276930624422751490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtscc0ZLQI/AAAAAAAAASU/WMk_maMDLN4/s320/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtspYbPc8I/AAAAAAAAASc/dHBWGRoVtdc/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276930846581814210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtspYbPc8I/AAAAAAAAASc/dHBWGRoVtdc/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They're very creative people. This Christmas tree is totally made up of CORN. Wow,who would have ever thought of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STttfV5Ug_I/AAAAAAAAASk/4CTz_SjR0Zc/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276931773615604722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STttfV5Ug_I/AAAAAAAAASk/4CTz_SjR0Zc/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See what I mean by them being creative? (: Made out of a watermelon.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STturAZ8hvI/AAAAAAAAASs/u-_LN_2B-uw/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276933073516922610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STturAZ8hvI/AAAAAAAAASs/u-_LN_2B-uw/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For 40000ruppies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtu-lP8snI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Wjs8Y6YR5_g/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276933409824617074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtu-lP8snI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Wjs8Y6YR5_g/s320/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Panji,&lt;/em&gt; is his name&lt;em&gt;. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtvfEpm5HI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IxL35AZtYmg/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276933968009553010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtvfEpm5HI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IxL35AZtYmg/s320/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The holy snake. Well that's what they believe in. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtv_ifta1I/AAAAAAAAATE/q1e0aRS9MhQ/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276934525776915282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtv_ifta1I/AAAAAAAAATE/q1e0aRS9MhQ/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to Tanah Lot. The snake's home&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtwXjT1NgI/AAAAAAAAATM/M9kB6-2fHXo/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276934938312390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtwXjT1NgI/AAAAAAAAATM/M9kB6-2fHXo/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just find this interesting. Hahaha! :) Can we ever find cows at the back of our trucks here in Singapore? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's more pictures in the camera buuut, I think these are sufficient. So yes you bet I had lots of fun. However, most of the time was spent travelling in the car to the desired places. Getting from one place to another was very far. The nearest was like travelling from Woodlands to Changi. :O And the bad thing is, its quite hard to find Halal food there. So we have to travel to find the dif eating places. You can't really distinguish between the two dif religions. Most of them are Hindus but they look like Malays. But we're cool, they're still the nicest people I have ever met. Especially those who greeted us in the hotel. The hospitality there was great. Everyone was..bonding. ''Selamat pagi!", "Terima kasih", "Gimana? Enak di sini?" and etc. Haha :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and I had 5hrs of Spa and foot reflexology. Hehehe!&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/1453006353474163573-6904599494042174380?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6904599494042174380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6904599494042174380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6904599494042174380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6904599494042174380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-phineas-ferb-is-funniest-cartoon.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/STtoYrZcV0I/AAAAAAAAARM/WU3WoUJUnvU/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-5474498446025999608</id><published>2008-11-27T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:33:03.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SS65OG7hgNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/w2YGwJXyjl4/s1600-h/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273355865727008978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SS65OG7hgNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/w2YGwJXyjl4/s200/edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey fellow readers, I won't be updating from tomorrow up till the 4th of Dec as I won't be in Singapore. On the 5th, it'll be my mum's birthday!&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/?action=view&amp;amp;current=glomp.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c88/malina02091992/glomp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anyway, our flight has already been sceduled at 6am but we have to be there by 4. In the morning! Gahh, which means I have to stay up all night 'cause most likely we'll have to move out by 2.30am. Since there won't be anyone else to drive the car back from the airport, dad booked us a taxi already. Yey! I'm overjoyed. Haha shh, I'm a little weird when it comes to taxis. I loveeee the smell of the car seats. 0.0" Okay keep your comments to yourself man! Hahaha. Shuush.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay I have to go now. Will update as soon as I reach home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bon Voyage~(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-5474498446025999608?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5474498446025999608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=5474498446025999608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5474498446025999608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5474498446025999608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-fellow-readers-i-wont-be-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SS65OG7hgNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/w2YGwJXyjl4/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-290067463123817397</id><published>2008-11-26T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:55:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh, I actually thought of not posting an entry today. I'm quite exhausted actually from all the walking and shopping &lt;em&gt;and,&lt;/em&gt; the buzzling atmosphere in Orchard. The weather was fine though. Anyway I went to Tangs; Island Shop to get a necklace for mother. However, none caught my eye. Then this salesgirl approached me, thinking that I was a tourist on a holiday. -___-" Hahaha Mr.Jeng-jeng-jeng and me were quite shocked to know that for some reason, only tourists could enter Tangs to shop for a period of time. The person guarding the front door might have thought that we were tourists and had let us in. :P Ehehhehehhehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One velvet-coloured necklace did catch my eye buuuuuuuuuut it was priced at $288. :0 So,yeah..we continued to survey and &lt;em&gt;&lt;U&gt;ACTED&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like those other tourists who can afford such expensive things. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Hi mam, would you like to try this on? It looks nice on you! *checks price...gasssp*''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously I pretended that I didn't like it, and continued walking. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Very-very sad, I know. Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so, I finally settled on a necklace at .... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went all the way back to Causeway Point to get this pretty frame to slot in a picture of mum, with all those decorations. Heyyy, the heart that matters most, y'know? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU AFIQ FOR ACCOMPANYING ME EVENTHOUGH IT WAS QUITE A LAST MINUTE PLAN AND I'M TRULY SORRY 'CAUSE DUE TO ALL THE WALKING AND MY FICKLE-MINDEDNESS, YOUR LEGS WERE ACHING AND YOU FELT LIKE SLEEPING AT ANY PLACE POSSIBLE. HAHAHA BUT I DID PAY FOR YOUR ''NASI TAMBAH'' AND I GAVE YOU ALL MY CARROTS (YOUR FAV) OKAY, SO NO COMPLAINS ALREADY. KE-PISH! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is print out the picture of mum, and wrap the whole thing in a pretty overflowing pink ribbon before I go. Then the moment we reach home, &lt;em&gt;SURPRISE-SURPRISE MOMMEH!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-290067463123817397?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/290067463123817397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=290067463123817397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/290067463123817397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/290067463123817397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/heh-i-actually-thought-of-not-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6297456895527601823</id><published>2008-11-25T20:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:16:19.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found little brother, as usual, up before me. I've always been a &lt;em&gt;slugabed&lt;/em&gt; eversince school ended. :\ I woke up at 1.30pm and I fell asleep again from 4pm to 6pm. Urgh, tell me about it. I was so worn out! Most probably 'cause I spent the whole morning (12am to 5am) entertaining myself with&lt;em&gt; way&lt;/em&gt; behind-time teen movies online. 0.0" Yeah, okay no surprise. Haha anyway my aunt was rather frustrated 'cause she tried to reach me ample times but to no avail. Apparently the phone battery went dead and I wasn't notified. Haaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: &lt;em&gt;Ewah anak dare nieeee! Kerjenye tidoooo aje eh!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Hahahahah tired lahh. Sorry, sorryyy.. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to jog with her tomorrow morning. Wah. When was the last time I ran? ...2/3 months back? During the last netball training. Haha see I've been a total lazybum eversince 'Os' took its toll. Alright so tomorrow morning after dawn we'll be jogging around the estate to burn 'em fats away! Haha, I envy those people with high metabolic rate. Those who can eat superfluosly, but never gain weight? Yeah those people. Hmm. That's totally unfair, dont'cha think so? :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's 41st birthday is coming and I'm worried 'cause I've not bought her &lt;em&gt;that special thing &lt;/em&gt;yet&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Dad's giving me early allowance to shop tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Yey,yey,yey. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Boy, I'm still craving for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;famous amos cookies&lt;/span&gt;. Come on come on, get the hint lah~ :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-6297456895527601823?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6297456895527601823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6297456895527601823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6297456895527601823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6297456895527601823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-little-brother-as-usual-up.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4156615026715726365</id><published>2008-11-24T13:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:16:46.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Currently listening to: Nickelback-Someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;''Someday,somehow...gonna make it alright but not right now.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted two entries today. Heh heh. The other one was suppose to be posted yesterday but it was only half way done when mum told me to get ready to go out. We went to Cikgu Shikin's house 'cos she invited us to her new born baby girl's ''cukur rambut'' ceremony. (I have no idea what thats called in Eng, sorry. :B) Anyway her house is beautifully done. Far bigger than what I initially thought. (: There were many guests and I recognised some of them. Unfortunately, I was too shy to approach them, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we went to my aunty's crib for a get-together-day. The cousins were enjoying themselves in the pool which was totally unfair. I know lah I'm too old to join you small kiddos but I miss swimming as much as you guys doooo. Hahaha, oh well. So while waiting, I switched on the telly and watched Mission Impossible 3 on HBO. One heck of a heart-pounding movie. Hahaha too many suspense. I swear my eyes were 100% glued to the tv sceen. P/s: Tom Cruise is sooooo sexy. Hehehe. :D We ordered Pizzas too. &lt;em&gt;Pizza de France~ Savoureux! ('tasty', :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jeng-jeng-jeng lended me money to buy roti prata telur. The guy who was mending the stall was...irritating. I gave him a two dollar note and I was supposed to get back 60cents. He refused to return me my change! instead he told me to meet him tomorrow to get back my change. 0.0" Obviously, i refused and he got scolded by the real owner of the stall. Wth. Anyway,I met Mr.J just for awhile to catch up on things. He's going to a chalet today and I hope he's gonna have lotsa fun there. (: I'll be going to Bali for a week so I think he purposely wants me to miss him first before he does. Haha I'll be going off on the 28th btw. (: I really can't wait to get out of Singapore and relief myself from &lt;s&gt;stress&lt;/s&gt; this boredom of staying home almost 24/7. Hoho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sidetrack: I'm still worried bout my results though. I've been thinking bout it almost everyday. There are many ''What If(s)'' running in my mind. (If you get what I mean.) Hmm, come on January, come to me sooooon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll be watching Madagascar today. Hahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Hey you higher mammal, read this!'' - penguin insulting and ordering the poor monkey. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4156615026715726365?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4156615026715726365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4156615026715726365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4156615026715726365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4156615026715726365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/currently-listening-to-nickelback.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-884798939029580655</id><published>2008-11-23T12:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:50:36.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;23rd Nov post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Yesterday and the day before, I had a really hard time to fall asleep. I finally dozed off at around 3am after watching &lt;em&gt;What a girl wants&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Lovewreck&lt;/em&gt; on the respective days. Main actress: Amanda bynes. &lt;strong&gt;I loveeeee her flat tummy!&lt;/strong&gt; there's no fats at all! hahaha. Anyway, I think I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be the last person on earth to have caught those movies. &lt;em&gt;Shh~&lt;/em&gt; -__-" But it was really peaceful watching those movies in bed; cause I had the lappy to myself. &lt;em&gt;I likeeeee&lt;/em&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial plan for yesterday was to accompany Kirin to Singapore poly then to Republic but the plan was cancelled. So I fell asleep again from 12pm to 2pm and was awaken by little brother. I seriously felt like pulling his nose for disturbing me, haha. But then he told me that someone called. It took me like a minute to actually register what he was trying to tell me. :O Anyway it was Haizum on the other line! (my primary school gf) Hehehe. She asked whether I wanted to spend the day with her. And so, we went to CP and she got herself two pretty necklaces. She's still the same &lt;em&gt;Haizum&lt;/em&gt; as before. (: We'll be cycling tomorrow morning! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, I had the computer all to myself. I found this adorable yet hilarious videos on youtube. You guys must watch, okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFV8Do0sFII&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="244" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Baby JeGe! Bloooooded. BLOODed! Not FUUNNY!'' :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="244" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I cannot stop laughing when he laughs. His laughter is &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;contagious!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="244" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! :) buuuut,I suppose most of you watched this video before cause it did come out on the news last time. Hahah still, it tickles my funny bones everytime. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-884798939029580655?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/884798939029580655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=884798939029580655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/884798939029580655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/884798939029580655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1752733736299763329</id><published>2008-11-21T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:46:05.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My left eye has been so itchy these past few days. Is that a bad sign? :\ *rubs eye every five seconds* Oh well. So I woke up today at 11am sharp and instead of getting out of bed, I grabbed my storybook, which had somehow fallen from the edge of my bed. ''A Question Of Love.''-By Isabel Wolff. Nice storyline. Sweet phrases. I was so tempted to know the ending so I took a peek at the last few pages. Heh,see no suspense already. -__-" &lt;em&gt;Laura,Laura,Laura~ I think you're great 'cos you managed to gain back your self-confidence after all that had happened to you. Twelve years, that's a bloody long time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching America got talent on Youtube a while ago and I came across this adorable four year old, Kaitlyn Maher. I just can't help feeling marvel over her charm. She's sooooo cute and I feel like pulling her little baby-fat-cheeks whenever she smiles! :D I'm amazed you know by little kids these days. They are getting smarter and smarter. Once, I was having my late lunch at KFC, and I overheard a conversation between a mother and her daughter, whom I assume was only like what? Five years old?. Yeah and I was really shocked when I heard the girl talking to her mother using very accurate&amp;amp;fluent English. Another incident, when I was in the toilet. A conversation between a 3 year old (I suppose.) and her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I told you ample times already mummy, I can handle this by myself. Don't worry!'' - the little girl unzips her skirt and wobbles towards the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha,cute or whaaaat? Man, I hope one day if I do get a baby girl, she'll be as smart as them,or even smarter! &lt;em&gt;''&lt;/em&gt;e&lt;em&gt;mely junior''&lt;/em&gt;, hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REyjwahy3Dw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REyjwahy3Dw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1752733736299763329?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1752733736299763329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1752733736299763329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1752733736299763329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1752733736299763329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-left-eye-has-been-so-itchy-these.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1844378906782804438</id><published>2008-11-19T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:24:33.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand,&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man.&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted,&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - If I were a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gooooood morning. (: Today's already the 19th, another one and a half month to go? I can't wait any longer. Ha, ha. So, let's talk about yesterday. I spent the whole day at home, apparently I did nothing much. Watched the same old episodes of Hannah montana &amp;amp; Wizard of waverly place. -_-' Tv channels are seriously getting boring these days, especially when they keep on repeating the same 'ol thang. I went down at around 3 to grab some snacks at 7-11 and I dropped by the badminton court because my little brother insisted that I accompanied them while they played badminton. And there's this two little dweebs who were playing soccer, and one of them kicked the soccer ball directly towards my head. Ah, you should know what happened next. Boohoo. The worst thing was, instead of apologising, the little boy smiled cheekily at me and even told me to pass the ball back. What are parents teaching kids these days? Ha ha. There, I bumped into Dinah as well. (Dan's lil sis) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So after 20minutes just sitting there, I decided to go home. I was bored and I wasn't feeling that well under the scorching sun. Hah. Okay then when I reached home, I decided to cuddle up in bed, with my face stuffed in the orange pillow, and went(/tried) to sleep. :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, I'm just waiting for a miracle to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1844378906782804438?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1844378906782804438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1844378906782804438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1844378906782804438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1844378906782804438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-were-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7927631600484051239</id><published>2008-11-18T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:48:18.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(for You.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be afraid, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afraid to fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I'll catch you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''And you can keep us apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(even a thousand miles can keep us apart) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause my heart is wherever you are...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like catching lightning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chances of finding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone, like you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's one in a million&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chances of feeling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way, We do..&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/1453006353474163573-7927631600484051239?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7927631600484051239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7927631600484051239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7927631600484051239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7927631600484051239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7918095415784083611</id><published>2008-11-18T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:37:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SSIgGwEmwbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6xLlKavNr5w/s1600-h/C&amp;amp;H%20website.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269809814332424626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SSIgGwEmwbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6xLlKavNr5w/s400/C%26H%2520website.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7918095415784083611?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7918095415784083611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7918095415784083611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7918095415784083611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7918095415784083611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SSIgGwEmwbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6xLlKavNr5w/s72-c/C%26H%2520website.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7412911248857535024</id><published>2008-11-17T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:05:48.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M A VERY HAPPY GIRL TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SSFmNygy4KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x_yDWB0IblE/s1600-h/tree-head-illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269605426083848354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SSFmNygy4KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x_yDWB0IblE/s400/tree-head-illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Super duper artistic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SSFl7JwvmmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/e6e8ptXspWk/s1600-h/baby_illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269605105907243618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SSFl7JwvmmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/e6e8ptXspWk/s400/baby_illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey people! Can you guys find the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hidden BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Okay I was just browsing the net when I came across all those optical illusions. It's so cool right? Imagine how tough it is for the photographer/artist to capture this kinda pictures. They must have really great observation skills! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? My mum suggested that I take up cooking classes during this holiday. Hahaha yes, I know I can't cook a proper meal lah. Hurm, don't let me catch any of you readers laughing. -__- Seriously I need to learn how to cook fast before people start complaining. Sheesh! *hints to Mr.J* [; I may not know how to cook now, but that doesn't mean I can't learn how to okay! I'll prove you wrong alright. Once I'm a professional chef, I'll prepare THE ultimate mouth-watering dish I tell you. And when I do, I'll lock you outside so u can only smell the sweet aroma. Muahhahaha,evil much? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, did I mention that I'm super delighted today? :D Well..okay let's just say I finally got what I wanted after sooo long. (: Oh and and, I fixed Dad's laptop! The one which everyone thought was hopeless, yeaaah that one and I fixed it. ^^ It's a good thing dad didn't sell it off. I was angry with my little brother because he was soo stingy just now! He used the comp since 6.30 in the morning till 3pm and still had the cheek to tell me off when it was my turn to use. I was seriously very frustrated lah. After months of not using due to all the studies, I think its only fair for him to surrender the comp whenever I need it. Betooool tak? *shows grumpy face* And so, I took the liberty of fixing the spoilt lappy! Since its fixed now, thanks to me, dad gave me the permission to use it WHENEVER, AND WHEREVER i want to. Hmp! ''In your puny faces!'' :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off! 9pm chinese show. Come join me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7412911248857535024?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7412911248857535024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7412911248857535024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7412911248857535024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7412911248857535024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-very-happy-girl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/SSFmNygy4KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x_yDWB0IblE/s72-c/tree-head-illusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4310198414367552315</id><published>2008-11-16T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:08:32.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello! I just got back from expo,hoho. Imagine. The Crocs slip ons which costs like $50 over dollars per pair, was being sold at only $15 or below! There were hundreds or even thousands of people pushing each other just to get the shoes that they want. Aiyoh, I think everyone in Singapore would be wearing Crocs! Hahaha. So it was verrrry noisy and chaotic in there I tell you. I bumped into many WRSSians. :D However, something happened which left me, my mother (especially!), my little brother and my boy cousin flabbergasted! We were like trying to push our way out of the noisy crowd, who were apparently very stubborn and not-so-well mannered (a simple ''excuse me mam'' didn't work at all,they refused to move. -_____-"), when this SUPER TAK TAHU MALU GUY FARTED IN OUR FACES! IT WAS DISGUSTING AND GROSS LAH EWWWWW. IT SMELT LIKE ROTTEN EGGS &amp;amp; I NEARLY FAINTED OKAY ESPECIALLY IN THAT MASSIVE CROWD. My mum was like ''EH! SOMEONE FARTED!! NO MANNERS!!!'' HAHAHA,she was the one at the front! Funny laaaa hahahahaha. That guy or whoever who farted just pretended that ntg happened! Gah,tk senonoh lah. "Freedom" at the wrong place and time. -________-" Anyway we were laughing like mad when we managed to get out of the crowd but mum was still haunted by the incident. LOL! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soooo..all that I managed to grab was a purple slip on. [: And the rest each got a pair for themselves. The ones that I wanted was either out of stock or ''NO SIZE!''. Oh well, but I pity dad because he had to queue to make payment for almost 2 hours. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we proceeded to Burger Kings and we grabbed some burgers(obviously.-.-). :P Then then we headed to East Coast to have a proper dinner. I can't believe dad ate something called ''GONG GONG.'' You do not want to know what that is. Hoho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. It's 10.56pm now. I don't know what else to blog. ^^ Erm I think I'll update again tomorrow? :) Hopefully I'll be able to update on a more spellbinding description of my life, for once. Haha. Goodnight &amp;amp; pleasant dreams to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4310198414367552315?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4310198414367552315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4310198414367552315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4310198414367552315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4310198414367552315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-i-just-got-back-from-expohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-224956392629965539</id><published>2008-11-15T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:49:12.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently listening to: Whatever you like - T.I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, my head is spinning and my legs are wobbly. Going out to town has never been this tiring! I feel soooo sleepyyyy lah. Haha, okay I got to thank Mr.Jengjengjeng for accompanying me just now just so that I can check out the different prices offered by hair salons. Weee, mum has given me the green light! I'm so excited. ^^ I can't believe doing up my hair can go as high as $190! (?!) I won't ever use up that much money on my hair. Hurr. So I suppose I'd just stick with mum's suggestion. Do it overseas, in Bali(27th). :D I hope it'll be cheaper there! Anyway I have to use my own money, aiyer. *crrrries* No pain, no game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random: Upin&amp;amp;Ipin are sooooo cute! Hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Bole bole bole!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay,seriously I've got nothing else to blog about. Heh, see how boring I am? ]: Truth is, this post was meant for yesterday. I saved it instead because I really had nothing much to say. Haha so I guess I'll be posting another one tonight. (: I'm heading to EXPO just so you know. Crocs sale, nyehehe. Gdbye! &lt;br&gt;Have a nice weekend! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-224956392629965539?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/224956392629965539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=224956392629965539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/224956392629965539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/224956392629965539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/currently-listening-to-whatever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6726175983787405324</id><published>2008-11-14T17:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:02:16.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November? Pinch me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eeeeeeeek. *takes deep long breaths* Like woaaah, am I really done with my O's? :D Pinch me pinch me,anyone! haha yey yey, after four whole years in Secondary school, I'm finally moving onto my next stage in education life. Look how fast time flies by. Scary though,hoho. I'll be getting my results in early Jan and that is like 2 months away? I swear the nervousness &amp;amp; anxiety will linger around me until that very day. Haish, why must it be that late? Hmm. Okay anyway the O level papers were relatively easy/hard? okay somewhere in the middle. For once in my whole entire life, I gotta agree that Biology was very manageable. Oh, which reminds me.. Mr Jack Chong, my Biology teacher, swore that he'd shave his head BALD if at least 50% of us scored distinctions! :D :D HAHAHA, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT DAY. * dances like a not-so-sexy-Hawaiian babe* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess what.. It's 3.33am right now and I'm still not in bed. ''Freedom after O'sxzx :D" - A chat with my new online friend, Renee. Woohoo. I'm going bowling with her, zul, mr.jengjengjeng, sideq and NJ soon. I can't wait to prove Mr.Jengjengjeng wrong! Urgh. [; I DON'T NEED THE PAGAR OKAY, GRAWWWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days had been really mundane since I have almost nothing else to at home. I'd usually go down with my cousins &amp;amp; lil brother to play badminton just to kill time. As a result I've incurred this huge red bum on my right hand. Don't ask me why. *insert gloomy face here* But I like exercising lah. Believe it or not, dad signed me&amp;amp;my lil bro up for tennis on every Sundays. Hahahah I'm gonna have abs and strong hand muscles very soon. Ah right,emely. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Should I work? Or join any voluntary work? I'd love to give free tuitions to those in need, like what Dad suggested, but I have no idea how or where to sign up. :\ To come to think of it, I don't need any money. I mean its not really important right now. &lt;em&gt;''It's something money can never buy.'' - True enough dad. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This post is really that random. I'm sorry, heh. Alright, it's getting late. I have to goooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for the read! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-6726175983787405324?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6726175983787405324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6726175983787405324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6726175983787405324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6726175983787405324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-pinch-me.html' title='November? Pinch me!'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7935753913164569180</id><published>2008-08-03T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:27:35.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello diary. It's been a long time since i scribbled my thoughts on you. If you could speak, I think you'd ask why I've not been updating on you. Diary, little emely been pretty busy managing her very tiring and hectic life. ): 20 more days to Prelims, boy time flies by very fast. Whenever I think about how little time I'm left with to my actual O'levels, I'll tend to get &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;nervous. It reminds me of PSLE you know. But back then, I didnt bother to open up my books and really crack my brains on solving a maths question etc. ''Such a waste of time, play crocodiles with Hanisah better", I'd say :B Aiya, but now, no more fooling around,&lt;em&gt; I gotta gotta gotta get my head in the game!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7935753913164569180?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7935753913164569180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7935753913164569180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7935753913164569180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7935753913164569180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7163707132172243162</id><published>2008-05-11T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:57:48.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a mundane day. I'm so used to being piled up with work and all, it kinda feels weird being so free from all those things. I spent the whole day reading a book I borrowed from the library two weeks ago. &lt;em&gt;Twenty times a Lady.&lt;/em&gt; I have to give it back in 3 days time. Haha, &lt;em&gt;''yoh yoh ogh only eh u wanna read'' - Afiq wld say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I miss him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got this chalet thing going on today so he's sleeping over there tonight. (Happy Birthday Aleeve.^^) I've yet to hear anything exciting from him :( Hope he's enjoying himself there. Gagaga i miss that S_ _ _ _. [; Anyway it's already midnight now. I think I slept thrice alrd today, no wonder I don't feel sleepy now. Haish. Okay I had two intentions today. One: To bring Lisha out to the cinema. But unfortunately, today's also her father's birthday so yeah. It's been quite some time since I've last saw him. Hmm. Anw the second intention was to get my mum sumthing for Mother's Day. The first thing that came to my mind was Secret Recipe's Cheesecakes. (Oh yum!) But the thing is, I have no idea where to get those at such short notice. Is there such a thing as SRFDLM(secret recipe free delivery like mac's)? Haaah, I wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just give her a big kiss tmr. Haha I'll become the prince who wakes up sleeping beauty. Okay that'll be a total nightmare. :P But still, a kiss and a hug + coffee and toast in bed isn't such a bad idea riggght? [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like talking about my exam papers again. Okay frankly, I'm scared. I have confidence only in my Emaths paper(or do I? :\), and nothing else. My three sciences are gonna show really, really, bad grades. I didn't study for neither of them, what do you expect? *cries* I was so frustrated with myself. Cause the questions they set are pretty easy to answer. It's like I know the answer, I've came across it somewhere, but I just can't jot it down. ]: Boohoo. I shall study hard from now on, hard hard harrrrd. Jyeah. Humanities was okay. Although I could have sworn most of my details did not make much sense. Haha I was pratically going around the bush. Lollll, we'll see. English and Malay I do not wanna know. Two risky papers. Whenever I have 100% confidence that I can ace those papers, I'd end up with super low grades. &lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;, instincts. [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to play online pool with me. I still remember how I met this mixed-blood-guy, whom I totally had a crush with, there. Oh gooood times, haha my dirty dirty little secrets. Hee. Nevertheless, Afiq should know who this guy is. HEH. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this should be enough to cover my daily blabberings. Since he ain't here to listen to my whinings before I go to sleep tonight. Sigh sigh. &lt;em&gt;''Sleep tight emelyku aka B _ _ _ _'' - he'd add on,im sure. :B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7163707132172243162?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7163707132172243162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7163707132172243162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7163707132172243162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7163707132172243162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-mundane-day.html' title=''/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-2842594224982871326</id><published>2008-05-09T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:29:41.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sejujurnya,diriku masih mengharapkanmu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all the hardcore muggings, mid-yr exams have finally come to an end. Say Hellooooo to freedom. Haha. Anyway today's only the Friday right, but somehow it feels like Sunday to me. I have that much time to cuddle up in bed and wake up to munch on my Koko Crunch Duo in peace. :B Yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's been some ups and downs here and there. Sigh. If only I could turn back time and change the way I react to certain situations. I don't mean to get you mad. I don't mean to make you sad. Sometimes stupid things just slip out of my mouth. I hated long bus rides, for once in my whole entire life, on that day. I thought listening to some music would cheer me up. Instead every single lyric reminded me of you. And so the journey seemed far too long for me to hold back my tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was yesterday's story. Things have changed and we've made promises, but this time it was by the beach, right BEBE? *inside joke* :D Yesterday was the 7th month and he brought me to the beach. Haha like wow, i swear from the beginning of yesterday till 9pm, he was full of surprises. I got home from school, and he was right there under my block! I think my jaws fell thrice yesterday. Lol, really really. The second one was when he took out something from his beg and I cld have sworn the interior parts of my body was melting profusely. Lol, so sweet. He can actually cook!! :D But due to the oil, his beg was stained. So..being a helpful girl that I am (lol, jk), I went down the slope to get him some sea water. And for some reason, I found him laughing behind my back. Suke eh, look at me get soaked? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, rollerblading was next on my mind. But err I'm not too sure whether I should continue with this story. Haha I'm just gonna tell you that I'm lucky to have a small little feet to wiggle myself out of those blades. Lol, nevermind. I still don't like that 'AIYOH' man for putting me in such agony. ): Gahhhh. (&lt;em&gt;Luckily u were there to scare that Aiyoh man away, kan? haha fierce boy,ty. [;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we went to Parkmall which was just nearby. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I felt bad though when I was there, cause deep down I wished i could.. (''kan ku bagikan, semua mintamu~'' ]:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We headed home by bus and I felt pretty exhausted. Haha, he was exhausted too. He was about to sleep. But having the urge to disturb him, I started poking his waist. Whoops. Hahaha. First, it started with pokes. The next thing we knew it, we were knocking each other with our heads. Hhahahahha I don't even wanna know what the people sitting behind us were thinking! :o Hehe, we laughed like two maniacs. Nvm okay, once in a lifetime opportunity you know, see me in that oh-so-hyper state. ;D Haha (&lt;em&gt;ilyvm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..you've given me one too many chances, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry for making you sad at times..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-engkau pergi, aku tkkn pergi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kau menjauh, aku tkkn jauh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sebenarnya, diriku masih mengharapkanmu.. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-2842594224982871326?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2842594224982871326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=2842594224982871326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2842594224982871326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2842594224982871326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/sejujurnyadiriku-masih-mengharapkanmu.html' title='sejujurnya,diriku masih mengharapkanmu..'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-7155256936199372589</id><published>2008-03-11T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:02:48.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like you'll never see me again.</title><content type='html'>It's been raining alot these past few days. Flu and this itchy, itchy throat never is a good sign. :\ Anyway I'm just sitting at home, waiting for the clock to strike four. Hopefully Mr.Jengjengjeng's free later on to study with me. 'Cause seriously I've never felt so bored during a school holiday before. I need to go out! And I mean &lt;em&gt;nowwww... &lt;/em&gt;Worst still, mum and dad's gotta work overseas again this holz. So they'll probably be back on this coming Saturday. Which is also A day before school reopens again. ): Haiyaa, I gotta admit I feel kinda lonely at home. Lil bro's been staying over at aunt's house so I rarely got the chance to see him too. Oh boy, oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To mum, take good care of your health while you're there. I know you're not feeling well, so you ought to take your medications and don't overwork yourself too much! I pretty much miss you both already, infact, a whole lot.. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Leap Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. - A very touching movie indeed. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(although I wasn't really paying much attention to the first part of the movie. Hehhh, but still... SWEEEEEEEEEETmovie&lt;/em&gt;.) Hahah okay so, yesterday I went to catch the movie with Mr.Jengjengjeng at AMKH. (: After such a long time. Ohh, Gotta love the day! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At first, we thought of watching Step Up2 but the timing wasn't suitable/convinient. \: Thus, the decision to watch Leap Years. I should say we bumped into a couple of familiar faces, inc Cikgu Yati and Mr.Paul Tan. Hahhahaha I was pretty shy and afraid at the same time cause well, let's just say it's been quite some time since I handed in my home works. :B Hee so afterwhich, we ate at LJS and walked home through a shortcut route in which I never knew existed. :O Hahaha and someone was pretty cranky when I didn't wanna give the so called gift I had for him. Boleh gitu? ;D Ahahaha nevertheless, I really did enjoy yesterday. If only everyday could be filled with those kind of entertainments. [: ILYVM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;With that, I shall end my post here. ^-^ Good day people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-7155256936199372589?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7155256936199372589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=7155256936199372589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7155256936199372589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/7155256936199372589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-youll-never-see-me-again.html' title='like you&apos;ll never see me again.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-2374011294656961233</id><published>2008-02-23T11:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:09:23.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless when he smiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lips are swollen and talking/smiling/laughing ain't easy, at all. Ahhh I hate ulcers, I hate ulcers, I hate ulcersssss. Oh which reminds me, I've never really used the word 'ulcer' cause I go by another word which somehow gives Mr.Jengjengjeng the giggles. :B&lt;em&gt; That, is top secret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently listening to: Helpless when she smiles-Backstreet Boys&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c271/hoooba/_musical__by_Timidemerald.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, I'm not sure whether there's a need for me to blog these days. Cause 1, I don't have that extra time to pamper myself even. It's been studies, studies and more studies. I've got to be well-prepared for the upcoming O's, which I don't think would be possible. ): 2, I bet nobody's gonna read my daily rantings. Unless you're willing to hear all about Chain Rules or where Endocrine Glands are found in your body. Gahhhaharr i need some pain-in-the-brain-killers soon please. [: Hah, so I guess I'll only blog when I have the spare time.. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Failure as learning, Failure as a success factor!'' (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. So today's a Saturday. Finally, the weekends! I was thinking of spending my day out but unfortunately&lt;em&gt; Ngaji&lt;/em&gt; has been postponed to 5pm instead of 9am. Oh and I have to do some errands for mum before that. Which is to book a badminton court. =.= Hahaha surprisingly, mum and dad's back to playing badminton on every Sundays. Wooo~&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;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Wednesday, 4e1 and 4e3 will be attending the Adam Koo Workshop. Which is from 7.30am all the way to 9pm. Woahh, imagine that. Hahaa I can't wait actually, but at the same time, that would mean no-meeting-up-with-mr-j-j-j-for-the-next-3-days! \: Unless he joins us, since he did miss some parts of the workshop previously. :D woo, *prays hard&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhkay, I've just sprayed some medcine in to my lips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the pain is so gneogk30tgkpe unbearable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urghhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-2374011294656961233?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2374011294656961233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=2374011294656961233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2374011294656961233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2374011294656961233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/helpless-when-he-smiles.html' title='Helpless when he smiles.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-2257289642968004668</id><published>2008-02-08T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:49:02.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But most of all, it's Built To Last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, I didn't realise how occupied I've been. \: It's been ages since I last updated! It feels like as though there were a million other events that took place these past few days but I can't seem to recall most of them. ..So now diary, where shall I begin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. To start it off, life's been pretty smooth. The only thing that's giving me a hard time are those piles of homework on the dining table. I've got tonnes of them. I don't even know whether it's possible for me to complete all of them before school reopens. Sigh and if only the culprit who borrowed/stole/sold(:O?!) my Add.Maths hw (for idk wtv reasons he/she had!) could kindly return it to me, oh that'll pretty much save me the trouble of redoing everysinglebrainwrecking questions back. Ahh okay, forget about it. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other than what's stated above, everything's going just great. Dad's been of great help in sending me to school these past few days. It saves quite alot of time, since school's pretty far from home and all. Gyeah, yey dad! (: Hahaha. Okay and besides that, my relationship with Mr.Jengjengjeng have never been better. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdullillah.&lt;/em&gt; =) I don't know how to put it but let's just say several events that had occured to some of the people I know really made me ponder and realise how blessed I really am. I can never find a better soulmate. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy four months anni MNA! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-2257289642968004668?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2257289642968004668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=2257289642968004668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2257289642968004668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2257289642968004668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/but-most-of-all-its-built-to-last.html' title='But most of all, it&apos;s Built To Last.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-5170966122932220560</id><published>2008-01-13T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:15:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine me &amp; you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;''Mommehh, on this Saturday right, there'll be some talk on the upcoming O'lvl exams in school, at 8.30am sharp. Compulsory ohkae, must comeee. Supposedly this form was to be handed in last week tau but nvm you weren't in so,... *continues explaining all the details of the letter to her, continues &amp;amp; continues till mouth gets tired&amp;amp;brainjuices gets used up~* ''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;''Ahh lemme see, ohkae but on one condition, will breakfast be provided over there?'' &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*insert seriously innocent-looking face here.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Huhhh? hahaha NO LAHHHH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Stingy seh your school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAAHAHA childish right! See lah, adults these days. I guess in 50 years time or something we won't even be able to differentiate between the kids &amp;amp; the adults. :B Hehe, but anyway since she insists on having breakfast so much before going to my sch this Sat, we're stopping by MacD's! Hahahaa okay besttt. ^^ But after the talk, hopefully she'd allow me to spent the day out. [: Cause I guess she'll still be working afterwards. &amp;amp; you know what day is Saturday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone's Sweet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh which reminds me, I had an awful dream last night. &amp;amp; I really mean awful. I think somehow I cried in my dream cause when I woke up, tears were flowing down my cheeks. :O I shall not elaborate on what I dreamt cause it was just so ridiculous I can't imagine seeing that dream coming to real life. Which, I really hope won't. ): Everythings going so smoothly, I'd never want to see &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; meeting rough grounds. 08/10. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going out in an hours time with the family. I've got no idea where though, haha. I have some things on my wishlist which I hope I can get by today. Little Brother's Birthday is drawing near too so I guess I'll be secretly shopping for his Birthday prezzie as well. Hahaha I still rmb him giving me alottttt of 5cent coins, stacked on top of one another nicely, wrapped in fullscap paper, and the phrase ''HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD FOLK" for my 10th Birthday. =__=" Ah this is what they really meant by &lt;em&gt;''It's the heart that really matters.''&lt;/em&gt; :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-5170966122932220560?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5170966122932220560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=5170966122932220560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5170966122932220560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/5170966122932220560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/imagine-me-you.html' title='Imagine me &amp; you.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-6222038153644941171</id><published>2008-01-12T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:49:41.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia is for lovers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;-Jordin Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;''Whatchu gotta say, whatchu gotta do, to get the one you want.'' [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where I'm sitting, I can hear little brother grumbling morosely. Or should I say muttering to himself in a very low tone(? either way, he's mad.) Hah, I hate it when I have to debate with him just to get my chance to use the computer. Well wtv, this time I won. ^-^ &lt;em&gt;''HAH, IN YOUR PUNY FACE.''&lt;/em&gt; (quoted from little brother. :S) Seeeee, how evil he can get! Hahahahaa. Yeayeahh. But still, being a good sister that I am (:B), I've promised to surrender the comp by 1pm. Since I'll be having tuition at two. I've got definitely many enquiries to ask this time round. I felt so lost during A maths, seriously. ): Maybe 'cause I can't recall back all the formulas that we learnt last year. What's happening to my brain power man. So, &lt;em&gt;resolution for the weekend: Memorise &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; maths formulas, again&amp;amp;again. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it's quite apparent that there's nothing much to talk about for this week. Since there was just basically school on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday &amp;amp; Friday. Haaaah. (; But surprisingly I've been going home late these past few days. Usually my curfew would be at seven sharp. But for this week, due to Netball and since Grandma allows me to go back home by nine (hooray!), I'd usually meet up with Mr.Jengjengjeng first before going home. It feels real nice seeing his smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c271/hoooba/love-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah y'know what one thing I've realised, I know nothing about where the buses in S'pore (besides 912) will take me. I've got lost alot of times esp when I have to travel alone. Really, no kidding. Embarrasing right? Haha. Mr.Jengjengjeng would always tease me on that. Haiyaa, nevermind. One day I should try travelling to one place to another by bus, on my own. Be prepared to hear some announcement that goes like.. &lt;em&gt;''Attention to all. Lost girl found. Would the parents to the petite, long-haired, 15 yr old kid in purple pajamas, proceed to counter 1/2/3/4/5 please?''&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;:P&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: MUM&amp;amp;DAD'S HOME!! :D:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I should tell them I didn't make it to the sch team afterall. Sigh,whatabummer. )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-6222038153644941171?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6222038153644941171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=6222038153644941171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6222038153644941171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/6222038153644941171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/virginia-is-for-lovers.html' title='Virginia is for lovers.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-4153825734618340238</id><published>2008-01-06T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:31:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum and Dad's already half way to the airport. They're on their second trip to Bali; for business purposes. We couldn't send them off at the airport like the last time we did 'cause no one would be sending us/the car back from there. Their flight is at 7.30pm tonight. Nevertheless, we bid goodbye at the doorstep. Still, the feeling of being apart is saddening. I dare not look them in the eye, 'cause it will clearly show how much I don't want them to leave us here, again. It's gonna be a monthly routine now. I guess I should get use to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Sweetheart, we're not there to have a vacation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're doing all these for you&amp;amp;Amirul..''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c271/hoooba/_heart__revamp_by_Jeriko_X.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe Journey to&amp;amp;fro mum/dad. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next whole week, Grandma's staying over to keep us company. That too means meals will be served restaurant style! :B Hah okay I kid. But she cooks the most delicious dishes ever. No kidding. You name it, she cooks it! Hahahahaa I shall take this opportunity to learn how to cook non-instant food from her as well eh? (*hints to Mr.Jengjengjeng*). :D Well hopefully school's not as tiring as this week tmr. I mean with all the CCA thing. Glad I only have to bare with it for another two months or so. Great. Afterwhich, hardcore muggings here I come! Hahhhhh, and I've thought long&amp;amp;hard, I want to get into a good Junior College after my O's. With that, I promise to work hard this year and overcome all the possible obsticles in life to reach my dreams. ^^ How does that sound? Hahaha. Insya'Allah.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time's now 5.02pm. I have an Eng essay to complete before the next lesson. I think I'm beginning to like Mdm Dzarina now. I still can't forget how much I hated her during my sec 1 days. :B 'Cause somehow I thought she was being bias towards me, well attire wise. But eversince the first day of school this year, I think I really do like her. Since she never catches me for my attire anymore. Better still after being awarded in the top five star students(attire wise again I mean) Heh! :P She is a nice teacher if you know her well. Yeahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm, what else to blog about emely? Oh there's Birthdays coming reaaal close. [; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12th Jan, Granpa's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18th Jan, Lil Brother's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19th, Mr.Jengjengjeng's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's getting older eh. Big boy already ahhhhh. Hahaha aww, I'm gonna miss being just a year younger than him. Now I'm TWO years younger. Danggggg~ Nvm, I shall catch up sooooon. ''Young and NOT depressed'' :D Outing with Farna on next Friday. Yey I can't waitttttt. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p/s: I like the current song on my blog. :D:D:D Enjoyyy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-4153825734618340238?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4153825734618340238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=4153825734618340238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4153825734618340238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/4153825734618340238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/farewell-love.html' title='Farewell love.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-930754267290317502</id><published>2008-01-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:32:36.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the world turns you down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How it hurts to bottle everything up inside. If only everyone were to just leave me alone, I'd feel muchmuch better. As childish as it seems, I just feel like crying my hearts out and get rid of this sharp pain in my throat whenever I try to breathe. I hate the way everyone treats me like as though I'm down right useless. Yes no doubt I joined Netball a yr late, but that doesn't mean you can just shove me away whenever you like. You feel like as though you're superior to the rest, don't you? And you can shout and swear whenever you want like some hooligan on the loose. I seriously despise these kind of people. They only find flaws in you, never your strengh. I realise now Netball's NOT my cup of tea. How can I, when I don't even get the chance to prove it. Neither do some of the rest who you treat like your spare tire. Trust me they might even have much more potential than you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Dee's with Kirin now and I'm left with the rest of the Chinese mates. It's okay. I'm not trying to be racist or anything, but I just find it stupid if they have to converse everything in Chinese whereas Dee&amp;amp;me are Malays. Like hey? We're not dead yet y'know. Sigh. I don't know how much longer I can take this kind of unequal treatment. If only the school had more CCA's to offer, like Running? Hah, maybe then can I run away from all these problems before they can even catch up on me ... )': I just want to get out of this school fast and start everything ANEW. I took a wrong start this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like Lydia. Neither do I like the new sec 1 student who claims that her friend's friend got a call from my boyfriend and would like to get to know him better and wtv shit she was blabbering about. How I wish I could interrupt that conver and tell that arrogant B. that he's attached, with me. ): I felt so numb at that point of time I just couldn't find the right words to describe how I felt. ): But I know wtv she said wasn't true. I know boyfriend's not that kind of person. (: I won't let it affect me any longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With no one else to befriend since everyone else is busy with their own CCA orientation preparation. With boyfriend being away with his friends. With everyone else enjoying every single moment with their circle of friends. With mum&amp;amp;dad out with little bro. With the night sky becoming darker. I got up and went home. It just makes me feel like as though I'm invinsible to everyone. I don't mean a thing, do I? Cause I'm &lt;strong&gt;use-less&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c271/hoooba/Crying_Emoticon_by_vampire_bunnies.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight dear diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-930754267290317502?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/930754267290317502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=930754267290317502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/930754267290317502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/930754267290317502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/wrong-start.html' title='when the world turns you down.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-3901611382605787961</id><published>2008-01-02T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:17:45.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the best for last,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all the events going on in school I don't think I have much time to study or blog or even give myself much rest anymore. Today marks the first day of school in 2008. Happy New Year to all btw! :D Frankly speaking I'm quite excited about going to school again. (: But today showed a little negativity to my previously optimistic mind. Sigh. Well maybe it has got nothing to do with my studies. (It's about all the Nb trainings.) I mean O'levels are drawing near and I don't think extra trainings would be of much help, right? It drains out all the energy in you and by the time you get back home, you'd be feeling so worn out. ): &lt;em&gt;Sometimes people only think about what's good for them. Never do they think about the rest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's yet another day of training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we received our new time table. I must say there's a veryvery big difference in the way the principal puts things. Some of which is pretty ridiculous. =.=" Hahaha but the good thing is, we have two recess now! Kononnye one for breakfast, the other for lunch? :B Hohoh, idkidk. AAAAAND, one class apart from Mr.Jengjengjeng! Can disturb him ah like this. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I regret not bringing my phone along. Like seriously. ): The only times when I got to meet Mr.Jengjengjeng is during our recess and only IF we're lucky, we'll bump into each other somewhere in that bigbig(notsobig) school. Cause someone came to sch late today (after claiming.. :B hehe haiyo) and had to go for sch service. Haiyerrrrrr, the time in cls and during nb flew by so so so so slow I telya. Luckily we'll be having lunch together after sch. Well hopefully there's enough time though before both our training starts. \: I'm looking forward for tmr can? ^-^ I've packed my books and organised all the hair lotion and wtv stuff I wanna use for sch on my side table. Hahahaha, aiyohh this is school emelyyy. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I better go now. p/s: I won't be able to blog everyday alright. Goodnight lovelies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-3901611382605787961?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3901611382605787961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=3901611382605787961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3901611382605787961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/3901611382605787961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/save-best-for-last.html' title='Save the best for last,'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-2947047701073951293</id><published>2007-12-31T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:28:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's One Thirty in the morning and I can't seem to sleep, yet again. So here I am blogging instead to keep me occupied. (I feel so down for no apparent reason.) I've been having problems sleeping these days and it makes me feel, weird? I don't know. Everyone's able to sleep soundly whereas me on the other hand would end up staring blankly into empty space .. Times like this do I really need someone to talk to and keep me entertained. Sigh, but I don't wish to disturb anyone. Let alone Mr.Jengjengjeng who has to work till late night. Sometimes I feel like I'm the one adding on to his burdens when he comes back from work. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss seeing his cheeky smiles. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, 8 days to 3 months. :))&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'' Just see how far we've come ... ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-2947047701073951293?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2947047701073951293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=2947047701073951293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2947047701073951293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/2947047701073951293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2007/12/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the heart.'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-1333667484536878992</id><published>2007-12-29T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:10:55.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th! (ihtsbfie,ever ^^)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R3Zi52dkv4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/e1ferEceybs/s1600-h/bangs+015+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149411969956364162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R3Zi52dkv4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/e1ferEceybs/s400/bangs+015+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi again. Home Alone 4 just ended. Aww, I just love happy endings. Okay I know who doesn't, haha. But I don't think it can top the previous versions of Home Alone ahh. Eh? ^^, This one didn't manage to turn me into a crybaby at its happy ending. :B Bahh, but still it's okay. Alright moving on, my Grandma paid a visit to our place today. [: She made home-made Prata(sxz!) and Cheesecakes/Oreo Cheesecakes and &lt;em&gt;JempotJempot Udang&amp;amp;Pisang&lt;/em&gt; and etcetcetc. :D Woahh it's been an awfully long time since she last came down to cook for us. I just love her truckloads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier on this morning, I met up with Farna 2 hours before the start of Dan's party. We did a last minute hunt for Dan's present, which I hope he likes. Hahaha it's really hard to get a present for the opposite gender. And like what Farna said, ''apetah lagi kalau lelaki yg belikan kiter present eh?'' Heh! p/s: Get well reallyreallysuperduperly soon okay babe? ^^ So, the whole event went something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we were the first to reach. Somehow I was shocked when his siblings knew my name. I don't know how or why. Hahaha but nvm, they are really nice people. Dan has two little sisters, in which one is into Rock. Yeah, ROCK. \m/ Haha cool eh, she even knows how to play the guitar really well. And the other sis is 8 years old. (I know all her secrets ahh, kan Farna? Haha *inside joke*) V.cute but fierce, and I mean really really fierce. (especially if you provoke her, she'll kick and LICK) O.O'' Hoho yesss, but still she's super friendly. His mother too offered us popiahs as we wait for the rest to come. ^^ Next to arrive was Shazrul&amp;amp;friends and thirdly, Ayuni&amp;amp;friends. Including all his relatives that is. Plus there was a karaoke session in between. Hahaha I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the one singing was a cute little girl. She actually can memorise word to word. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to cut it short, a chocolate Birthday cake was placed on the table and Dan received a white-coloured guitar from his parents. Wahhh~ :D The party went well, Happy Birthday once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I walked home from his house, alone, Mr.Jengjengjeng rang me up. He was at the TehTarik nearby, waiting for his order. So we chatted for awhile before putting down. And about 2 minutes later, I received another call by him saying that he's otw to the traffic light I was at. D: ''Fancy leaving your food to meet me!'' &lt;em&gt;Aiyohhh Afiq... &lt;/em&gt;Hahaha and he went back to eating after accompanying me cross the road. :B That was really sweet of him though. Wehhh but next time never do that again okay! :D Haha aight, I - am - Sleeeeepeh! Tomorrow's another day out with mum and aunt, Girl's day out! &lt;em&gt;*jumps up&amp;amp;down comp chair* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neeeeeeed to find a school bag again tmr! Since someone, played a prank on me for the 4369296424 time. &lt;em&gt;''Ouh, I can give you my beg if you don't have one..''&lt;/em&gt; (sounds soo sweet right?)Next message: &lt;em&gt;''Beg Plastic Mango. I know you'll like it~ :P''&lt;/em&gt; (sweet, but cunning. =.=" Grr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453006353474163573-1333667484536878992?l=onourcrossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1333667484536878992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453006353474163573&amp;postID=1333667484536878992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1333667484536878992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453006353474163573/posts/default/1333667484536878992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onourcrossroads.blogspot.com/2007/12/29th-ihtsbfieever.html' title='29th! (ihtsbfie,ever ^^)'/><author><name>emely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02138139902349023485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R6vnkO94I4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xTrRFrDvLXA/S220/bangs+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9yuIUI8Zb8/R3Zi52dkv4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/e1ferEceybs/s72-c/bangs+015+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453006353474163573.post-5366154233188342042</id><published>2007-12-27T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:02:38.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me take you there ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi! Here's another day at home for me, thus the update. (: I've been spending my day out for the past two days. On Tuesday, I helped mum&amp;amp;dad at their workplace. My double L tagged along too and the littlest one needed help on riding a two-wheel bike. Hahaha so, I spent 2 hours of my time there teaching her at the carpark behind mum's shop. Unfortunately though, at the end of the day, neither of us benefitted. She eventually gave up and I got my flip flop miserably broken into two pieces while chasing her like a maniac from behind. (-_-"). &lt;em&gt;Aiyohhhh emely... &lt;/em&gt;Hahahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, it was a day out with Mr.Jengjengjeng to find a sch bag for him and a sch bag&amp;amp;shoe for myself. I swear shopping is so tiring if nothing catches the eye. Hahaha right, Mr.tripleJeng? :B The word 'SALE' is being displayed in practically all the malls and shops that we went to. :D But the word Sale brings about old stocks too you see, so idk maybe to me its still not worth a buy? [: Anyway first stop, Causeway Point; Converse. I wanted to get a black shoe for school but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Same price lah youuu like the one I checked last time. Haiyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him: You want this one? Hm, wanna check at a dif place? *smiles cheekily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Ya hor, what if we regret eh. Ok jom let's go town! ^-^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay something like that lah. Hee, so we proceeded to Orchard. We skipped Northpoint as a result. Supposedly, to buy our school uniform. But idk, change of mind. -.- Heh! So second stop, Shaw Centre; Topman/Topshop. (SALE!) This is totally out of the point of us shopping for ''School things'' seh. :B Hahaha. Aight third stop, Far East. We stopped by alot of shops here. In search of a nice bag for the both of us, but yet again to no avail. ): There was this one bag though which I thought was the best for him. ''The 90 bag'' (inside joke) :D But to be safe, we decided to keep exploring. He got his eye on alotttt of things. Haha, there was this particular hat which I bet wld look really nice on him too. [;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh please do stop reading if its too long. So sorry!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth stop, Marina Square. Fifth stop, Peninsular Plaza/Peninsular something,idktootiredtormbalrd. n_n" Bahhh, and all the walking and window shopping made us two v.starving little couple so, we stopped by LJ! :D And maybe I was too hungry at that point of time, I insisted that my fish tasted &lt;strong&gt;chicken-nish&lt;/strong&gt;. \: So as you can see, at the end of all the travelling, we ended up getting nothing over the other side of S'pore. The converse shoe I wanted was at 59$ at Penin. Two words: Heart, Pain. They are smart people y'know, bringing up the price and claim that they'll give you 10$ discount or something. Whereas the original price IS that discounted amount. Sheesh, get what I mean? =.=" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter note, before heading home, we stopped by CP once more and I finally bought the shoe there. &amp;amp; socks. &amp;amp; received a 10$ voucher. &amp;amp; I bought a necklace at 35% off. :D Everything could be found under one roof. &lt;em&gt;Haiyohhh, go far far, near near don't want!&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha. And about the bag, we got our eyes on one already. [: Insya'Allah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the day out Afiq! I had a blast. 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