<?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-8827378752130194073</id><updated>2011-08-03T01:36:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pianist of Bloody Keys</title><subtitle type='html'>Black, emo and poetic (is there such a word)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-1451142618280461026</id><published>2010-07-31T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:38:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people! I'll be posting in another blog, http://www.megan-mystorycollection.blogspot.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basically this blog may still be updated but the other one should be more active and it'll be filled with random one-shots, meaning stories that finish in one essay. They will be one-word titles in alphabetical order so today I'm starting with 'A'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-1451142618280461026?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/1451142618280461026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=1451142618280461026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1451142618280461026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1451142618280461026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-people-ill-be-posting-in-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3455249705719246070</id><published>2010-04-24T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:57:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw Nakul today =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know he was back&gt;&gt;saw his facebook post, but didn't expect to see him. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For those who knew him he had the standard hairstyle which is now, officially, longer and curlier. =D And TALLER. What's wrong with the little boys who seemed never to undergo puberty? They shoot up like...beanstalks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you seen Daryl? My entire head has to be tilted up till almost vertical just to see his face. He's...185+ cm and growing. STOP GROWING ALREADY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, really glad to see my old friends (I saw Zhong Sheng as well)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'remembers primary school' Ah. It was super-duper fun back then. Little homework, cool classmates who have been together since...around Primary 2, with the exception of Daryl and Zhong Sheng who have been my classmates since Primary 1. Playing catching during lunch, dragging and rolling the boys by their shirt. And catching the chemeleons! (How do you spell them)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And there were rough times...For those who know me and what I mean...Sorry I was such an idiot. I've grown wiser. Yeah. Will not waste time like that again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bottom line: JIEMIN PRIMARY SCHOOL, I LOVE YOU!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And those who haven't seen me...my hair is back to normal. As in, this is the life of my hair:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Until I was...7, I had long hair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7 cut short hair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kept it long till I was...Sec 1 1/2??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Short until end of Sec 2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year&gt;&gt;LONG&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, anyway, nice to meet old friends. Wishing Nakul a safe trip home, hope you visit more often when we organise the class gatherings, adapt to your environment (if you haven't), have fun back home and ALWAYS REMEMBER US!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3455249705719246070?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3455249705719246070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3455249705719246070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3455249705719246070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3455249705719246070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2010/04/saw-nakul-today-saw-his-facebook-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5357726692072614105</id><published>2010-03-18T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:54:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Don't worry, I'm not dead. I'm still breathing, eating and sleeping. I know it's been...months since my last post. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been quite busy lately. And tired. As in, exhausted. I've been wanting to change the blogskin for weeks but never really got the motivation to do so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because it has been so long since the last post, I've decided that I have to make up for the months of postless-ness and thus, this post will be longer than usual.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What have I been doing with my life? First and foremost, mugging&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For those who have no idea what mugging is, it means studying your head off and doing homework like a deranged cow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Second, reading fanfiction&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What is fanfiction? It's basically fan-fiction. Meaning, it's fiction (stories) written by fans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thirdly, falling in love with my computer again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've never appreciated my computer so much. It's the only outlet to release the stress my wrinkled wal-nutty brain has been suffering and constantly tormented by.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fourthly, dreaming about non-sensical crap in order to get away from the sickening workload that will just cause me to die&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Students should be given the rights to sue homework. Because of homework we're going to die early (some of us, at least). We have human rights you know. By spending hours doing homework, you're using up our time and in turn, our lives, without our permission. That's violating the basic human rights I've been entitled to&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And mental and personality disorders usually occur due to stress from work and school, causing suicide attempts, both successful and unsuccessful ones.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, as you can see, homework is the biggest murderer there is around.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I bet some of you reading this or if your parents happen to stop by this deserted and neglected blog, they'll be thinking 'What rubbish is this stupid girl ranting on and on about.' Well, it's 2 minutes to 9pm so I'm not in the mood for logic. My brain is currently filled with crap so this is the best I could come up with. Reading it now with my foggy, messed-up brain, it sounds pretty logical to me. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye peeps. Remember to be a good child and always listen to your parents. Why? Because your parents will always want the best for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oi. I'm serious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5357726692072614105?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5357726692072614105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5357726692072614105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5357726692072614105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5357726692072614105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7120183677538383567</id><published>2009-11-16T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:08:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps. Ever heard of gay animals? As in gay gay, not 'gay and merry' gay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basically my mum and aunt have almost confirmed that one of my guinea pigs is gay. I have 2 guinea pigs, both males, Hippy and Happy. So when they were younger, Happy will always climb on Hippy in the mating position. Now they are about 4 years old and the average life-span of a guinea pig is 6-8 years. Both Happy still sniffs Hippy's butt. Hippy, being the 'straight' one, gets annoyed and walks away. But Happy will insist on sniffing his butt and follow him around, leading to an irritated and annoyed Hippy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there, Happy is gay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got into option B4 for streaming. Which means triple Sciences, Pure Geography, Elective History, Social Studies, Add math, E. Math, English, Higher Chinese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7120183677538383567?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7120183677538383567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7120183677538383567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7120183677538383567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7120183677538383567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-1976187329246941394</id><published>2009-11-15T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:59:32.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? Told you guys I'm going overseas right...Turns out Jing Yi is in the same tour group as me. Hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-1976187329246941394?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/1976187329246941394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=1976187329246941394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1976187329246941394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1976187329246941394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what-told-you-guys-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-1170196881295347088</id><published>2009-11-12T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:04:57.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm writing a new story. It's...like...many chapters kind of story. Don't know if I'll have a motivation to write the whole thing but wish me luck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Genre: Tragedy, romance, angst&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Chapter 1: Love at three&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 
I love her. I loved her so much but because of that love, I hurt her. Therefore, I left.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Our story began when I was eight. I had just moved into the neighbourhood after being abroad for four years. Coming back from the U.S., I was unfamiliar with the lifestyle back home because I left when I was four. Mum still preferred living on a landed property instead of the many flats that towered over our heads, so we ended up buying a medium-sized bungalow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 

Because of the large fences that surrounded the building, I rarely came into contact with the neighbours. To make me more comfortable with my surroundings since I wasn’t getting on as well as I hoped with my new classmates (I was still not proficient in Chinese, a language many spoke), I got a dog; a small Corgi that had a fur of autumn-brown. While wandering around with it on a leash, I met her – Eva.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Eva was the only child of a family of a doctor and a lawyer. Her father was a psychiatrist, her mother a lawyer who was winning cases like a walk in a park. She lived in the house next to mine. But as I said; with all the high fences and larger-than-normal lawns, I didn’t come into contact with anyone often. She was standing at the lamp-post, just standing there, staring at what seemed like nothing. As I walked closer, Eva turned to look at me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Both of us stayed silent, neither knowing what to say. As I said, I did not get along with my classmates as well as I hoped, and have not met many people. I was not anti-social, this I must stress, but not a friendly, ‘hi what’s your name’ type of person either. Eva was clearly not the super-friendly, ‘I want to be your friend even though we only met ten seconds ago’ kind of girl. Therefore, an awkward silence stilled the area.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Most of the time I would just walk past people without even bothering to turn back. But I found myself…captivated by this girl who looked my age. Finally, she smiled. It was an awkward smile, not welcoming or warm, but more of a ‘hi, I don’t really know what to do so I’m just smiling’ kind of smile. I smiled back, but only out of courtesy. Eva then turned her back on me. I was prepared to see her leave, but instead, she took a few steps and looked back at me, beckoning me to follow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I clutched onto Tammy’s leash and slowly caught up to her. I thought that I simply had to break this silence that suffocated the both of us, so I spoke ‘Hi, I’m Eric.’ Eva did not stop, did not bother to even glance at me. I was under the impression that she had not heard me and was about to repeat myself when she finally looked at me and smiled, ‘Hi, I’m Eva. Sorry…I don’t really know how to talk to people.’&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 

I would like to say that our first meeting went smoothly but I’m a horrid liar. Each time I lied, I would end up sweating profusely and having my face flushed to a deeper shade of red than cranberries. Our first meeting began in silence and ended in silence. There were no more than 20 words exchanged between us while she showed me around the area. Yet after that 20 words were exchanged, the atmosphere changed from an ‘awkward, heavy and depressing’ silence to that of a ‘rather comfortable, not really comfortable but bearable’ silence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

That was the beginning of a love that would literally torture us both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-1170196881295347088?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/1170196881295347088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=1170196881295347088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1170196881295347088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1170196881295347088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-writing-new-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7725992930269679081</id><published>2009-11-07T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:52:25.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post in less than 30 mins. Reason: Making up for my slackiness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This post will be about complete rubbish so if ya wanna read, read on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FIRST: Who is Ky. I'm sorry I can't remember. Do I know you? As in, do I know you ever had this Ky codename or something. I'm very sorry. I CAN'T REMEMBER. I'm losing my memory. Hahas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECOND: I went to become a volunteer for 2 days at Singapore Cancer Society. People who wanna do CIP should go there. You get 1 hour lunch break and they still count that hour, you get freebies like sweets, cakes, sushi, MacDonald vouchers (I got free apple pie and the vanilla ice-cream) and the people are SUPER nice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THIRD: Laughed at Wilson Wong for having to write 200 times of 'I will not tuck out my shirt again'. 200 times. WTH&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOURTH: Wanted to get my 5th and 6th piercing but decided not to&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FIFTH: Went to night safari day after EOYs. Not that fun leh. As in, it was pretty scary last year but this years halloween had too many peeps. Too many lights. Could see everything. I just pretended to scream&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SIXTH: Guess my dad's new job! VICE PRINCIPAL. Believe it or not. HAHAS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SEVENTH: Dissed my brother. Still dissing him. HMPH&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EIGHTH: I've been stoning everyday. Nothing to do. Read some books but I don't feel like it. GET IT. I DON'T WANT. BLEH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NINTH: Went to Vivo with ah gong. But instead of walking around in VIVO, we walked OUTSIDE vivo. In the sun. My gramp's really unique and cute&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TENTH: Teased my mum for various things. Did I tell you I spent $23++ on cookies? Sorry, a total of $33++on cookies. COOKIES PEOPLE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, a rather laughable life. HAHAS. Laugh with me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Come to the conclusion I've been emo for the last few posts. I'm not emo lahs. Just venting frustrations. Now I'm so happy-go-lucky and I can't care less about what's going on, I'm VERY happy. At most I don't like you I ignore you lors. Read Wilson's blog. Since when did he become so devoted in God. Not that it's bad lah. It's actually okay. Just that never expect. HAHAS&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this year not going Malaysia. I don't mind lah. Go there every year not much difference lorz. My room is officially MESSY. Okay, actually not lahs. Just that I stuff bits of worksheets in hidden places where no one can actually see.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7725992930269679081?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7725992930269679081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7725992930269679081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7725992930269679081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7725992930269679081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/11/second-post-in-less-than-30-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6784900808574074605</id><published>2009-11-07T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:31:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people! Been AGES since I updated&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life's fine and thus I deleted some posts I felt were a little prejudiced towards my dad. Anyway, will be away from 11 to 25 of december. We're going to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Germany&lt;br&gt;Czech Republic&lt;br&gt;Poland&lt;br&gt;Slovakia&lt;br&gt;Hungary&lt;br&gt;Austria&lt;br&gt;Switzerland&lt;br&gt;Dubai&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been offered triple Science but not confirmed that I'll definitely get in to Triple Science class. Wells, wish me luck. Anyway, my results for the entire year are as follows:&lt;br&gt;English: 76(A1)&lt;br&gt;HCL: 69 (B3)&lt;br&gt;Math: 80 (A1)&lt;br&gt;Science: 80 (A1)&lt;br&gt;Geog: 74 (A2)&lt;br&gt;History: 80 (A1)&lt;br&gt;Lit: 66 (B3)&lt;br&gt;Art: 62 (B4)&lt;br&gt; Home Econs: 81 (A1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6784900808574074605?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6784900808574074605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6784900808574074605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6784900808574074605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6784900808574074605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-people-been-ages-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-2560444154193642178</id><published>2009-06-27T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:47:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson is DEAD. I woke up yesterday morning, 8.30 a.m. and switched on my computer, logged onto the internet and saw this on Yahoo! news. I was like, is it some new MTV they were playing and they shot him in that video and he 'died' in that video or something? But no, he had cardiac arrest. Thus, I went to tell my mum and brother and they were "HAR?!" And I'm 'serious!'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, he's dead. Debuted at 8 years old, got into trouble for weird acts like wearing pajamas out or something, danggling his 9 month old child Prince II out of the balcony or window, child molestation etc etc. Whether you like him or not, you can't deny the fact that his dances are 0.o and his moon-walk is stunning. I really, really loved his dance and looked up to him for it. Although I don't like him as a person person because he does weird and questionable things but his dance and high-pitched voice cum hiccups were actually pretty entertaining.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So RIP, King-of-Pop. I saw your handprint in Hollywood when I went there in P5 and I took a picture with it ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-2560444154193642178?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/2560444154193642178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=2560444154193642178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2560444154193642178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2560444154193642178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6108665805283793736</id><published>2009-04-22T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:37:27.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guilt got the better of me thus I deleted the last one. The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6108665805283793736?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6108665805283793736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6108665805283793736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6108665805283793736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6108665805283793736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/04/guilt-got-better-of-me-thus-i-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-531437988514605984</id><published>2009-04-10T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:43:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genre: Tragedy, Family&lt;br&gt;Written by: Me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Miss Honey, I'd like to speak with Michael Heaney,please." Silence rang through the entire classroom. The sounds of scribbling pens stopped and Miss Honey looked away from the blackboard before nodding slowly. I stepped over a pile of books and as soon as I reached the door, Mr Seamus, the principal, held my hand and whispered, "Something bad happened at your home. Please pack your things and follow me." I felt numb and nodded stiffly before walking back to my seat. As we walked out of the classroom together, Mr Seamus was all tensed up as he muttered "Michael...I'm sorry..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll update the next paragraph soon ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-531437988514605984?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/531437988514605984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=531437988514605984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/531437988514605984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/531437988514605984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/04/genre-tragedy-family-written-by-me-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-4528003350097006824</id><published>2009-03-23T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:16:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T.T Somehow I feel bitter sweet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It would be nice to live a life with no mistakes at all, but that's impossible. Everyone makes mistakes, big ones and little ones. Yet after the mistake is committed and after one apologises, and when the other smiles and say "It's okay", don't you feel like crying...GAWD! SO SADDDDDD!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when your best buddies for like...6 years betray you and ignore you, I know how sad it feels but don't feel bad okay? Because someday, it'll be over. And you'll be able to stand up and say "See, I did not grieve for my entire life. Although I may be slower than others, at least I matured faster than you." Trust me, take it from someone who was suicidal before -.-ll&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now I think about graduation. Graduating from somewhere, anywhere, such as primary school, where I made so many friends, made so many mistakes, cried like a kid, quarrelled childishly, learnt so many things, and made some happy and sad memories, I can't help but think 'Ah! I was really a kid then. Haha.' Yet now, at 14, in SNGS, I can't help but say "I still miss my primary school. I'm not as happy as I thought I'd be. Yet, let me not make this another regretful and hurtful memory." When you have wronged someone, when you've heard or done disgraceful things and try to block them out for so long, sometimes they fade away, but sometimes the burden gets heavier. And most of the time, you feel a pang of sorrow. Yet, you want to cry, but you want to laugh, you want to apologise, but you want to keep this a secret forever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At Primary 6 graduation, I wanted to shout 'I'll miss all of you!' yet I didn't. At primary school, when someone was hurt, I'd say "Get up. You're such a baby." Now I look back, I don't think I was wrong. I do not believe in consoling people when they can stand up on their own. Yet, I think that if I could be the one who cried once in a while, I may not feel such...sorrow, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-4528003350097006824?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/4528003350097006824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=4528003350097006824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4528003350097006824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4528003350097006824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/03/t.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3620228515628375908</id><published>2009-03-18T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:24:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired -.- Don't say I'm acting emo or anything. I'm not. I'm just telling you a fact&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of trying to strike up a conversation when I know you won't answer&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of moaning over past events I deeply regret&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of thinking of you, you and you&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of waiting for school to end&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of trying to act all happy&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of waiting of you to even say 'hi' or even ask how I'm doing&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of hoping to think you'll care&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of studying&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of waiting for some miracle&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of people thinking I'm so 'fake' when they read this&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of slackers who don't do their work&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of doing everything myself&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of even trying to get work done&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of trying not to cry so I CRIED. Can you believe Megan Lee cried?&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of crying away from people so they can't see me&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of my eyes watering even after don't-know-how-many-years&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of thinking I'm stupid for ending everything&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of trying to get you&lt;br&gt;I'm tired of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3620228515628375908?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3620228515628375908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3620228515628375908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3620228515628375908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3620228515628375908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7907555598422161050</id><published>2009-03-07T08:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:37:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came to a shocking realisation: I may fairly well remain single all my life. My CCA doesn't go over to other schools to talk to boys, if I'm not a smart ass, I wouldn't be in the Hwa Chong exchange programme, I'm in a girls' school, all the boys I know are either too immature or have some crush on some girl I've never heard off. Ahhhhh. How sad can my life get? And my desk partner never says anything except something about hot hunks. Crap. She knows more guys than I do. I'm not desperate, just going oooooo aaaaaaaaah whenever I realise that I'm really deprived of my youth. Why didn't I consider this during PSLE school selection? I could have gone to Dunman High. FREAK! St Nicks isn't that bad but I'm deprived. Severely deprived of all joy and comfort. And 师生 relationships are strictly forbidden. I mean...20 years older than me? Makes me disgusted even to think about it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know my studies come first, but I can't help it. WHAT THE HECK?! I'm not going to remain all single when I'm old! AHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7907555598422161050?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7907555598422161050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7907555598422161050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7907555598422161050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7907555598422161050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-came-to-shocking-realisation-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7377400304722858838</id><published>2009-03-06T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:56:12.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>001. Real name → Lee Li Xian Megan &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
002. Nickname(s)→ Mei-mei, gen gen(pronounced gern)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
003. Star sign → Aquaris&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
004. Male or female → Female&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
005. Elementary → Jiemin Primary School &lt;3 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
006. Middle School → St Nicholas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
007. High School → How will I know &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
008. Hair color → Brownish black&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
009. Long or short → Grows long, then cut So now, short&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
010. Loud or Quiet → Varies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
011. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
012. Phone or Camera → Phone with camera&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
013. Health freak → No. Just normal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
014. Drink or Smoke? → No&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
015. Do you have a crush on someone? →Erm...Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. And I'll say 'no' anyway&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
016. Eat or Drink → I'll be dead if I don't&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
017. Piercings → 4 in total&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
018. Tattoos → Erm...heck no?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br&gt;
019. Been in an airplane→ Yup. Quite a few&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
020. Been in a relationship → What do you count as a relationship? If it means spending time with ppl you like, than yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
021. Been in a car accident → No. I don't drive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
022. Been in a fist fight → With my bro when we were kids, yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

FIRSTS:&lt;br&gt;
023. First piercing → 5 years old&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
024. First best friend → 6 years old&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
025. First award → 5 years old. Complete Junior Music Course&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
026. First crush → Ahaha. I don't know. P1?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
028. First vacation → 18 mths. Cos I was always sick b4 that&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

LASTS:&lt;br&gt;
029. Last person you talked to → Deeda&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
030. Last person you texted → Cai Fan cos' I think she took my book&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
031. Last person(s) you watched a movie with →Brother&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
032. Last food you ate → Seaweed. A big pack of it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
033. Last movie you watched → I don't watch movies. Okay...2 weeks ago. Pursuit of happiness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
034. Last song you listened to → On the radio so I don't know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
035. Last thing you bought → Erm...A can of drinks for my parents cos' they didn't have money&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
036. Last person you hugged → Claudia&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
FAVES:&lt;br&gt;
037. Food → Eggplant, seaweed, papaya, cha kway teow etc. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
038. Drinks → Green tea, soya bean&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
039. Clothing → Varies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
040. Books → Sad books. Or magic like Eragon or something&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
041. Music → No hard metal, no glass-breaking opera, no jazz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
042. Flower → Can't remember the name&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
043. Colors → Purple, black, white&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
044. Movies → GAH. I can't remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
045. Positions → Erm...as in leadership? Depends on the class&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
046. Subjects → Biology, Chinese (I like it kay), History, Math (I do like it)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
IN 2008 I...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

047. [ ] Kissed in the snow (S'pore doesn't snow)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
048. [X] Celebrated Halloween (With MJ and Vernice in Night Safari)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
049. [X] Had your heart broken (I'm a sad soul)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
050. [ ] Went over the minutes on your cell phone (I don't use it often)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
051. [X] Someone questioned your sexual orientation (For fun)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
052. [ ] Came out of the closet &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
053. [ ] Gotten pregnant (WHAT?!) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
054. [ ] Had an abortion (...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
055. [x] Done something you've regretted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
056. [x] Broke a promise&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
057. [x] Hid a secret&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
058. [x] Pretended to be happy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
059. [x] Met someone who changed your life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
060. [ ] Pretended to be sick&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
061. [x] Left the country&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
062. [ ] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
063. [ ] Cried over the silliest thing (I don't cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;)
064. [ ] Ran a mile&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
065. [ ] Went to the beach with your best friend(s) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
066. [x] Stay single the whole year &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
CURRENTLY:&lt;br&gt;
067. Eating → 2 hours ago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
068. Drinking → None.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
069. I'm about to → Talk to wilson wong?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
070. Listening to → Typing of keyboard&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
071. Plans for today → Complete homework&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
072. Waiting for → Wilson to not sound so mature. It doesn't...match&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br&gt;
073. Want kids? → How old am I? Hmmm...14?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
074. Want to get married? → Let me repeat...I'm 14&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
075. Careers in mind → Something that makes me happy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
WHICH IS BETTER WITH BOYS?&lt;br&gt;
076. Lips or eyes → Eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
077. Shorter or taller? → Taller&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
078. Romantic or spontaneous → Both. Just not too much&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
079. Nice stomach or nice arms → Moderate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
080. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive. Loud is just plain irritating&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
081. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
082. Trouble-maker or hesitant → I don't need it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br&gt;
083. Lost glasses/contacts → My brother took mine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
084. Ran away from home → No&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
85. Hold a gun/knife for self defense → Erm...I S'pore, you can get caught for holding a knife longer than 6 inches&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
086. Killed somebody → In a game? Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
087. Broken someone's heart → Yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
088. Been arrested → For not doing my homework&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
089. Cried when someone died → Obviously&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br&gt;
090. Yourself → Depends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
091. Miracles → No&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
092. Love at first sight → That's a crush. A stupid, retarded crush&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
093. Heaven → Yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
094. Santa Claus → My dad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
095. Sex on the first date → Unless you want me to die from STD, no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
096. Kiss on the first date → Ahaha. No&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br&gt;
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → Do I look happy? No I don't&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
099. Do you believe in God → Yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
100. No question. You just wasted my time &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7377400304722858838?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7377400304722858838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7377400304722858838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7377400304722858838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7377400304722858838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/03/001.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8144416373937184128</id><published>2009-03-06T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:22:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the meaning of delegating. I mean I know it's like dividing your work and all among group members but like...There'll always be one person doing more work than the other right? And I'm not complainging whoever-thinks-I-am. I'm just asking a question that popped into my head. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I know my results are horrifying. Hahaha. Why? Cos' they're so low I frighten myself. Hahaha. For math I got the 79.6% and I'm like...25-30 in class? What the freak? Like...17 people got 90 and above? 3 people got 99.9? What's the problem with my class? They must get at least 75% overall to be happy. When people get 96% for math, they start wailing. I'm all what the freak? Then what am I? Pathetically stupid? History wasn't so bad; 26.5/30 That's acceptably low, considering the fact I got full marks last year -.- Hahaha. I might want to tell you that even in primary school, my math was averaging at a 75% Oh and English? 74% One more percent to a A1. How nice is that? So now I got 4 A1s and 1 A2. Why can't I just get that one more percent? Then I can hit 5 A1s. Why? Why? WHY? Don't come telling score okay already or whatever shit. I think I'm the lowest in class. Hahaha. Even if it's not lowest, I bet it's 2nd lowest or 3rd lowest. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8144416373937184128?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8144416373937184128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8144416373937184128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8144416373937184128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8144416373937184128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-meaning-of-delegating.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3554770233735094446</id><published>2009-03-01T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:19:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is dying. People are dying, the trees are dying, the plants are dying, the ocean is dying and hence all the fish that contain proteins are also dying. The most meaningful wish I can come up with is hoping all of mankind will cease to exist, then the world will be at peace. One thing I'm exceptionally proud of is the fact that I've got no air-con at home, despite a million urges to install one, I managed to refrain from it. The ocean at Mandai is drying up. You can see all the soil and sediments. People are dying of heat shock. How nice. Har har harh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wouldn't mind taking someone's place and droping dead with a thud. No, I won't be so pessimistic. I wouldn't mind falling ill and being hospitalised until the start of the December holidays. Har har harh. Then I can skip out on every single test and quite worrying about something so trivial like 文史. I love being a Chinese but the history of Chinese Lit. is just not my thing. I can't understand a single phrase of whoever's poems there is. I'm a failure as a Chinese. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At least now I have Japanese off my mind. Oh yeah, have I dropped the bomb shell on you yet? I'VE QUIT MY JAPANESE. HIP HIP HORRAY. I'm said to inform everyone that I do not feel the least bit guilty or sad because even though I love Japanese (I really love it) I'm not willing to stay back at the MOELC till 6.45 p.m. and reach home only by 7.30 p.m. on a Wednesday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3554770233735094446?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3554770233735094446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3554770233735094446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3554770233735094446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3554770233735094446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-2208593754276215067</id><published>2009-02-24T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:00:13.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we (2 Diligence) went to Metta Home for the Mentally Disabled. It's not as scary as it sounds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Much unlike Ju Eng Home, in which I personally feel that on that particular day, I don't know if it's always like this, but the place was quite...cold. As for the Metta Home so-called head quarters (not the branches), the place was relatively heart-warming. Although, there were quite prisoner-like railings all around, but at least the workers there were pretty kind. And also, the people there were enthusiastic and participated whole-heartedly in the games conducted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know where we're going next, but I've been trying to figure out where to go and do CIP for this year. I'm thinking of Metta Home again for interactive and maybe Woodlands Regional Library for non-interactive. Anyway, here's the plan: 18-19 March for library, 5 hours each or something and 14 and 20 March for interactive. I'm thinking of leaving interactive till the end of the year though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-2208593754276215067?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/2208593754276215067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=2208593754276215067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2208593754276215067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2208593754276215067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-we-2-diligence-went-to-metta-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8290626178700172476</id><published>2009-02-21T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:44:46.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've made an astonishing revalation: I'm not totally tone deaf. Although I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm pretty bad a pitching...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do people move on from love so fast? I know two people really well. I don't know if they really loved each other or anything but one thing's for sure: The girl really, really loved him. Although they were still pretty young, when they broke up, she cried a lot, really alot. Her eyes would swell the next day and her vision got worse from all the crying. And it wasn't because she was dumped or anything. There was just too much teasing, and the guy pitied her, and pitied himself. He decided that life would be better if they parted ways. But he told her pretty harshly. He seemingly set his eyes on other girls and the girl cried even more. But now, 3 years from then, the girl still loves him and refused all the guys who confessed to her, and believes the guy only loves her. But now, 3 years from then, the guy has fallen in love with someone else. And although this girl doesn't cry anymore, inside, her heart is really aching. Although they only stuck together for half a year, the girl never had anyone else in her life for 3 years, although they were still so young, under 17 years old. Who said that young people knew nothing about love, knew nothing about everlasting love? And 3 years may seem like a long time, and acceptable for the guy to find another girl, but I wonder if he ever considered how much the girl whom he dumped loved him, and I wonder if he ever considered how much he's hurting her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How can people move on so fast anyway? And I'm not making up this crap story. It's your choice to believe it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8290626178700172476?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8290626178700172476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8290626178700172476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8290626178700172476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8290626178700172476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-made-astonishing-revalation-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7552469231509574369</id><published>2009-01-29T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:13:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, I'm starting to sound like my Claudia darling. FYI, I'm so not lesbian. I'm a perfectly normal girl with a perfectly normal sexual orientation. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yours truly has been trying to learn not to sound emo and to revert back to the ever angelic-plasticky-unreal girl I once was about a year ago. How time can change people both in appearences and inside. Why, may I ask, are we, the future of the world, the future of this ever-progressing society, suffering under humongous piles of rotting paper and being horribly compressed under the weights of stress? Do you want to see our mangled brain? Or do you want to see blood dripping down from our ever-pale and bony wrist?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm so dramatic. Really. There's a test tomorrow. Let's say yay to the end of enjoyment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7552469231509574369?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7552469231509574369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7552469231509574369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7552469231509574369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7552469231509574369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-im-starting-to-sound-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-651499551152190165</id><published>2009-01-25T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:19:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~We wish you a happy new year We wish you a happy new year We wish you a happy new year and a lunar new year~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Lunar New Year to all, although there's still about...1 hours 35 minutes to go. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The dear me has been busy lately, well, not really, but busy enough. I'm trying to 减肥! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-651499551152190165?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/651499551152190165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=651499551152190165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/651499551152190165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/651499551152190165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-wish-you-happy-new-year-we-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7542009248117127331</id><published>2009-01-19T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:52:05.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAAAAH! Right after writing those stuff I feel guilty but I'm not taking it down. I'M NOT! And I'm like...Laughing my head off when I remember the sign on the SBS bus: A picture of a fist, with a cross over it and below the picture, there's a caption that's something along the lines of: Do not punch the bus driver or Please care for the bus driver. SOMETHING like that. I know it's along the same logic but I can't remember the exact words. But it's HILARIOUS! I mean, if a student wants to punch you, even with that sign board there, if they don't want to follow instructions, they'd punch you anyway. The story cam about because of that Hwa Chong guy punching the bus driver but you know, if you really heard the true story, you'd not totally blame that student -.- Because I heard that sometimes the bus drivers over there are sort of...WOW! Like, if you're to take the bus right in front of the school, with your school uniform but you forgot to bring your student pass, and want to pay the student price, they'll charge you the full price, claiming "You've no proof" or something. I mean, Hello?! How blind can you get?! He's wearing a school uniform for god's sake. Still, that sign is hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7542009248117127331?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7542009248117127331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7542009248117127331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7542009248117127331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7542009248117127331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaaaah-right-after-writing-those-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8326092862813305903</id><published>2009-01-19T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:11:43.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't come moralising me. I'm annoyed as hell and if I don't say it out I'm going to burst. Either you keep quiet after reading this or you just don't read it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the first time ever, I'm bloody irritated with my father. For the past 3 days, he has been doing nothing but find trouble with me. When I jokingly said "I was reading a book in class when teacher was talking crap. Something totally unrelated to the lesson." He yelled his head off at me, telling how damn irresponsible I was, that he would confiscate my book and whatever shit, that he was "conveying the wrong message" to us or something. Rather than falling asleep listening to something totally out of topic, I would rather read and strengthen my language or something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when I asked him to sign a form and told him to make it quick because, for the first time in dunno-how-long, I was finally able to use the computer, he started asking "Since when were you given the entitlement?" Thinking it was a friendly question he always USED to ask, I just said "Long time ago" and he starts yelling at me, AGAIN, about how bloody rude I was:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dad: I'm talking to you you know! Look at me!&lt;br&gt;Me: Yah?&lt;br&gt;Dad: Since when was it an entitlement? Why must you always  顶嘴？ Since when did I bring you up like this?&lt;br&gt;When did I even 顶嘴?! Since when did this household that was always open with one another become a house where I have to filter every damn thing I say?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8326092862813305903?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8326092862813305903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8326092862813305903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8326092862813305903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8326092862813305903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-come-moralising-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8725708127372315832</id><published>2009-01-16T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:33:55.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for being dumb or to make it sound nicer, not-so-smart, but what I meant by my class having like 13 ELDDS people means they're open etc. etc. and not literally 13 ELDDS people. There's only about 5 in my class. And I'm sorry for not updating but I've been completely exhausted if not extremely busy -.-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The teacher left the door ajar&lt;br&gt;And the students acted much afar&lt;br&gt;Silence was the first blessing&lt;br&gt;Obedience one would be wishing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The class pres. took her stand&lt;br&gt;Pursing her lips to look all grand&lt;br&gt;Students did not even stop to stare&lt;br&gt;At the girl who walked again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Silence, I wondered if they understood&lt;br&gt;Even if they did...I doubt they would&lt;br&gt;For the girl walked around the room&lt;br&gt;Without anyone who stopped to look&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Students jumped around the floor&lt;br&gt;A few people to keep the law&lt;br&gt;"Shh!" all went off as if in syncro&lt;br&gt;Oh my class pres. can't you stop being 'whack-o'?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The girl, she, the only one who treasured&lt;br&gt;The experience of silence noisy like siren&lt;br&gt;She wandered around smiling sly&lt;br&gt;Oh she had no alibi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps she was deaf&lt;br&gt;She never noticed how her classmates were reacting&lt;br&gt;Booing her, demoralising&lt;br&gt;These people had no feeling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But to her, the girl of silence&lt;br&gt;Nothing could blemish her innocent conscience&lt;br&gt;To her jeering was one thing non-existent&lt;br&gt;To her, her friends were looking at her in recognition&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So quietly, she picked her courage&lt;br&gt;Friends she hoped she could make&lt;br&gt;But when everyone let her go her way&lt;br&gt;She knew her existence had no play&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She wished herself silent&lt;br&gt;Her conscience retained its usual state&lt;br&gt;Crying upon her unusual fate&lt;br&gt;Praying all would go away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The teacher returned&lt;br&gt;Eyes in furry&lt;br&gt;Turning to the class pres. in great hurry&lt;br&gt;The girl smiled in great folly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She sat against the wall&lt;br&gt;Felt her neck all sore&lt;br&gt;The room became silent again once more&lt;br&gt;But no one noticed her at the door&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She blended in so silently&lt;br&gt;The teacher even noticed her flory&lt;br&gt;Disappeared without a trace,&lt;br&gt;The silent girl vanished off the surface&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Silence in the class came back once more&lt;br&gt;The teacher was no longer a bore&lt;br&gt;Everyone was once aware&lt;br&gt;That a silent girl was there&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But no one seen&lt;br&gt;They walked past where she had been&lt;br&gt;Never turn to give wishings&lt;br&gt;They didn't even know she was prayin'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The girl of silence left no trace of existence&lt;br&gt;Neither did she make an impression&lt;br&gt;All she did was blend in with silence&lt;br&gt;Quietly, blending with quietness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8725708127372315832?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8725708127372315832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8725708127372315832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8725708127372315832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8725708127372315832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-for-being-dumb-or-to-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3522229850956158117</id><published>2009-01-02T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:54:02.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm anti-sociable. I can't seem to blend in with my class which comprises of almost 15 ELDDS people and there are only 40 people in my class, like 13 people who know each other super well and stick to each other and the others have small little cliks. How come people find good friends so fast. Either that or I'm just plain anti-sociable. They're leadership qualities are seriously blinding me and I think I've an inferior complex. In that class, I must be a minute little...thing, smaller than a bi-concaved red blood cell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now I realise how really dazzling knowledge can be. Even the most oblivious person in the class seems to be smarter than me. They can come up with "I wish to garnish relationships with all of you" impromtu. Hell, I never knew "garnish" could be used that way. So I hereby declare I'll try my very best to ace the subjects I'm supposedly good at and just give up on art. I did try to somehow magically come up with some miracle potion to boost my artistically challenged dried-up brain but to no avail. How pathetic can a human brain get?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't laugh but I suspect I have an IQ of only 103, although the online IQ test came up with an around 130 score, I'm fully aware they must have manipulated my marks in some dark, secluded area in a small corner of Singapore and boosted my score by at least 30 points. Because if I had an IQ score of 130, I must be amazingly smart and need not study like a deranged nerd (Nerds are already deranged enough) to score an A1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3522229850956158117?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3522229850956158117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3522229850956158117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3522229850956158117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3522229850956158117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-im-anti-sociable.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6829621719827155557</id><published>2008-12-30T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:27:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's now 00:24 as I'm typing this. People are already thinking of who the teachers are for 2009 and the sitting arrangement -.- I envy those who plan so far ahead. I haven't even washed my shoes yet. I've not started packing and don't intend to do so anytime soon. I've not read my litriture book but that's fine because I'll read it when I'm bored. Why are Lit books so boring? Should give us some fantasy or something. I do not want to know who my teachers will be because I think I'll be freaked out. I don't know who I'll be sitting with either. Que sera sera. I'm not really bothered. I'm just wondering what books we should bring on day 1 of school. I dread going back. I want to catch up on my beauty sleep during holidays. I sleep like a pig, really. Like around 2a.m. I fall asleep and wake up at...10.30a.m. the next morning? Now my brother is amazing. He sleeps at 3.00a.m. or 4.00a.m. and wakes up and 1.00p.m. to 2.00p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6829621719827155557?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6829621719827155557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6829621719827155557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6829621719827155557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6829621719827155557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-now-0024-as-im-typing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3025893608191634274</id><published>2008-12-27T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:33:56.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to die. I think no one in 2 Diligence has a 'C' in their report card. I got a C5 for Art, mind you. A C5. And I bet everyone is going to ask "Who flunks art?" Well darling, you're currently reading a post a someone who flunked art. How did I even get in to Diligence. How. I don't know -.- I only had 73.7% in my report card you know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Am I supposed to be happy or sad. Or am I just plain random. Yeah, I'm random. And god knows how slack I've been this holiday. I only did Chinese, English and Math. If you feel that Music Theory is worthy of even being mentioned, then yeah, I did Music Theory as well. G7. Why do I have to take theory of all things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jap class is J2-16 I think. I'm in the same class as Vernice. Why does it have to be Ang-sensei? She's going to kill me. I'm more than prepared for blood to be shed and tendons to be torn, as well as a couple of eyeballs gourged out of their sockets in 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3025893608191634274?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3025893608191634274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3025893608191634274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3025893608191634274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3025893608191634274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-im-going-to-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-4800296023752840608</id><published>2008-12-26T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:07:45.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohoho.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got into the stretched class, or rather, I scrapped in. Class of 2009 is 2 Diligence! (So long name) Yeah, good-bye 1 Charity 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-4800296023752840608?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/4800296023752840608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=4800296023752840608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4800296023752840608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4800296023752840608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3349985400077731557</id><published>2008-12-21T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:00:16.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally linked and relinked those 3 people in my tagboard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why must school reopen. Why. Why. WHY. My holidays have just started after my exam. Ok. Don't ask how it went. Wait until I get my results, then I'll tell you. I haven't read a single litriture book for Sec 2. I've yet to read any books for sec 2. I've only done Chinese and English during this holiday. I have to do Math. I can't score another A2 for Math. It's horrible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay. And dear Koko,&lt;br&gt;Yours truly here hasn't changed in her attitude or behavior since the last time you saw me. No one knows who's Koko, aren't you amazed by how secretive I can be? Only change in me is that I've cut my hair, but since the last time anyone in 1 Charity saw me, I haven't trimmed my hair so now it's shoulder length. Forgive moi, but I've yet to decide on whether I should keep my hair or cut it. There's a 2007 6-Care class gathering on 28th December (I was informed by HL Milk. Neo HL) but I won't be going, I think. I'll see how it goes first. And dear Koko, take care of yourself!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love you!&lt;br&gt;Mei-kut (Muacks and hugs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3349985400077731557?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3349985400077731557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3349985400077731557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3349985400077731557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3349985400077731557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-finally-linked-and-relinked-those-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7564944625300888105</id><published>2008-12-17T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:59:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stoning. And bored.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I were to find out my friend was bi or homo, what'll I do. I will sit there and say "Oh." I'll let em' listen to the song "I Believe" by Savage Garden and repeat the lines "I believe you cannot choose your own sexuality" over and over again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I were to find out my family or friends were keeping a secret from me and they ask "Are you angry?" What'll I say. I'll say "I'm not angry. Just tired, that's all." And they'll ask "Tired of what?" And I'll say "Lies, mostly." I won't even bother to get angry, because I'm sure if I were to say "I'm angry", they'll be relieved because they'll feel that they have a chance to be forgiven. But if I say "I'm not angry", it'll make them feel guilty for life. Why? Because it means you're not worthed my time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I were to see a good friend cry, what'll I do. I'll just sit there and watch. Maybe offer some words like "You'll be fine." Because having people comfort you means they pity you. And pitying means "looking down on". They think that they are bigger than you, and therefore have the right to comfort you. If you can start crying, you can also stop crying on your own. Stand up, lil' fella and get your butt off the ground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7564944625300888105?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7564944625300888105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7564944625300888105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7564944625300888105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7564944625300888105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-stoning.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5647104686864639121</id><published>2008-12-09T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:31:47.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It must be the constant pressing of pedals for now, my ankle joint feels like it's swelling and gonna drop off when it's not and there's just a strage, elongated bruise. How nice is that; injuring my pedal leg just before exams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5647104686864639121?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5647104686864639121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5647104686864639121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5647104686864639121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5647104686864639121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-must-be-constant-pressing-of-pedals.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5081611448720033141</id><published>2008-12-04T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:53:45.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's just die. Seriously. The going-to-rain and then rainny weather is killing me. Ever since primary 3 or primary 4, I've been like a cat...I hate the going-to-rain weather. I mean, if you want to rain then rain! Why do you have to make me keep staring at the sky and wonder "Is it time to close the windows? Is it time to keep the cloths?" I don't mind RAINING but not going-to-rain then rain-a-while then hot-like-anything and then cats-and-dogs-falling-from-the-sky. Now now. Don't talk to me in this weather. I'll most probably snap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5081611448720033141?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5081611448720033141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5081611448720033141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5081611448720033141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5081611448720033141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-just-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-9136410740973596922</id><published>2008-12-03T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:39:24.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tried reading yaoi today. In case anyone wants to know what yaoi is, read the end of this post. Anyway, I did try and somehow I felt...wrong. I managed to finish the manga though. Surprisingly. At least I'm a girl, not a guy, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yaoi means...doing homosexual stuff, referred to as boyxboy love and normally, Yaoi involves sexual activities between boys. Shounen-ai, also known as boy love, is milder and do not involve sexual activites. Yuri refers to the presence of sexual activities between girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-9136410740973596922?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/9136410740973596922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=9136410740973596922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/9136410740973596922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/9136410740973596922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/tried-reading-yaoi-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5433544676612414922</id><published>2008-12-01T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:08:15.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It does seem a little like World War III is starting. Or should we name it Asia War Against Economic Crisis and Terrorist I (AWAECT I)? It's not something to be happy about either. Because there is protests in Thailand for new government (Again. Just a few months ago they changed, and then a couple of months later, they changed again) then Mumbai where our fellow Singaporean law-study lady got shot in the head and body (please, where's the humanity) and bombing in where again? Is it Bangkok? Ok wherever. Hopes Singapore will remain save and DIE YOU WHO KILLED OUR FELLOW SINGAPOREAN. Huh?! Hold her hostage, she got freaked out of her skin and then BAM BAM she got shot dead like some ragdoll! So cruel ='(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And waddya know? I woke up with a headache at 9 am and it just drags on and on -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5433544676612414922?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5433544676612414922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5433544676612414922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5433544676612414922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5433544676612414922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-does-seem-little-like-world-war-iii.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-349094511209893217</id><published>2008-11-28T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:51:08.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new, red Ipod 8GB nano. Apparently, meema (mum) and deeda (dad) ordered it and had it shipped across as a parcel. When I returned, my aunt was telling me how I received a parcel and I wennt googy-eyed and deeda said I better check in case it was a bomb -.- Hahahas. Very happy ^.^ On the back of the ipod, deeda personalised it and said:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Megan,&lt;br&gt;We hope you love this special gift from all of us. Enjoy.&lt;br&gt;With love from Dad and Mum&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-349094511209893217?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/349094511209893217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=349094511209893217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/349094511209893217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/349094511209893217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-new-red-ipod-8gb-nano.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5498856334487110245</id><published>2008-11-27T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:01:13.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#01 . The person who tagged you is ?&lt;br&gt;
Wilson Wong (Watermelon/Water wally)&lt;br&gt;
#02 . You relationship with Him/Her ?&lt;br&gt;
A boy, a girl/Ex-classmates/Ex-schoolmates/Ex-bestfriends (ages ago)/A weirdo who is perverted and a girl who's not amused&lt;br&gt;
#03 . Your 5 impression of Him/Her&lt;br&gt;
He's a she. He's sick. He's weird. He's sometimes funny. He's a tooti-pot&lt;br&gt;
#04 . The most memorable thing that He/She has done for you&lt;br&gt;
Scold a 3-Honesty boy when he said f-u-c-k to me&lt;br&gt;
#05 . The most memorable thing that He/She has said to you?&lt;br&gt;
He said something memorable? Unless you're counting the joke "I like you" which I seriously can't believe, even till now, I don't remember anything else.&lt;br&gt;

#06 . If He/She becomes your LOVER , things He/She has to improve is ?&lt;br&gt;
When will that ever happen? Ok...Be less perv?&lt;br&gt;

#07 . If He/She becomes your enemy , you will ?&lt;br&gt;
He already did, some time ago. I cried then? But now I think I'll say "Buzz off"&lt;br&gt;

#08 . What is the thing that you want to tell Him/Her now ?&lt;br&gt;
Erm...Hi. Why hasn't your voice broke? (?)&lt;br&gt;

#09 . Your overall impression of Him/Her&lt;br&gt;
He's a boy who's still shorter than me&lt;br&gt;

#10 . How do think the person around you will feel about you ?&lt;br&gt;
Am I such a stalker that I'll know what he feels?&lt;br&gt;

#11 . The character you love of yourself is ?&lt;br&gt;
Wow I actually love myself. (...)&lt;br&gt;

#12 . On the contrary , the character you hate of yourself is ?&lt;br&gt;
I'm fake. HAHAS! &lt;br&gt;

#13 . The most ideal person you want to be is ?&lt;br&gt;
A smart person who never needs to study, have a slim figure for life, never exceed 52kg, grow until I reach 168cm&lt;br&gt;

#14 . For people(s) who cares &amp; likes you , say something to them&lt;br&gt;
Thanks. I never knew you cared.&lt;br&gt;

#15 . Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know their feel about you&lt;br&gt;

1. HUI LIN!&lt;br&gt;
2. Kai lin&lt;br&gt;
3. Nakul&lt;br&gt;
4. Jia Ee&lt;br&gt;
5. Kai Xuan&lt;br&gt;
6. Lydia&lt;br&gt;
7. My brother&lt;br&gt;
8. Jin Li&lt;br&gt;
9. ...&lt;br&gt;
10. Can I pass it back to Wilson?&lt;br&gt;

#16 . Who is No.6 having relationship with ?&lt;br&gt;
They say Chester but I'm not sure&lt;br&gt;

#17 . Is No.9 female or male ?&lt;br&gt;
Homosexual&lt;br&gt;

#18 . If No.7 &amp; No.10 be together , will it be a good thing ?&lt;br&gt;
MY BROTHER AND WILSON?! HELL NO!&lt;br&gt;

#19 . What is No.2 studying about ?&lt;br&gt;
She's not studying.&lt;br&gt;
#20 . When was the last time you chat with No.3 ?&lt;br&gt;
Last month&lt;br&gt;

#21 . What kind of music does No.8 like ?&lt;br&gt;
Country&lt;br&gt;

#22 . Does No.1 has siblings ?&lt;br&gt;
It's "have siblings" you sotong. A sister&lt;br&gt;

#23 . Will you WOO No.3 ?&lt;br&gt;
Aren't boys supposed to woo girls? Not the other way round? But no. I won't&lt;br&gt;

#24 . How about No.7 ?&lt;br&gt;
Why woo my brother. Incenst is prohibited in the house&lt;br&gt;

#25 . Is No.4 single ?&lt;br&gt;
She has someone in Chung Cheng (spelling?) Yishun&lt;br&gt;

#26 . What is the surname of No.5 ?&lt;br&gt;
Yee&lt;br&gt;

#27 . What is the hobby of No.10 ?&lt;br&gt;
Talking crap.&lt;br&gt;

#28 . Does No.5 and No.9 get along well ?&lt;br&gt;
It's "Do No.5...". 9 is somewhere in outer space&lt;br&gt;

#29 . Where is No.2 studying at ?&lt;br&gt;
CC Yishun&lt;br&gt;

#30 . Talk something about No.1&lt;br&gt;
Friends for life (??)&lt;br&gt;

#31 . Have you tried developing feeling for No.8 ?&lt;br&gt;
She's a girl&lt;br&gt;

#32 . Where does No .9 stay ?&lt;br&gt;
Outer space.&lt;br&gt;

#33 . Are you No.1 &amp; No.5 bestfriend ?&lt;br&gt;
It's "bestfriends". I don't have a best friend&lt;br&gt;

#34 . Does No.1 has pets ?&lt;br&gt;
It's supposed to be "have pets". Go brush up on your grammer. She has fish, I think&lt;br&gt;

#35 . Is No.7 The sexiest person in the world?&lt;br&gt;
Sexiest no. Cutest...I think so&lt;br&gt;

#36 . What is No.1o doing now ?&lt;br&gt;
I don't stalk her. And is it supposed to be Number 10 or number 1? If it's number 10...How the heck would I know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah. You grammer is horrid -.- Not like I'm good at it...Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5498856334487110245?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5498856334487110245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5498856334487110245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5498856334487110245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5498856334487110245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/01.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-2456293446622257053</id><published>2008-11-25T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:14:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~lalalalalala life is wonderful~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If life is wonderful, I must be hovering somewhere between wanting to die, dead and half-awake. Hahaha. I really love my granddad lots. He's one of the coolest man you can find around. He would call me on my handphone occasionally. He's so into technology and I'm proud of him. He can even SMS ^.^ And he's not one of those granddads that go talking sense into our already-stuffed-with-crap-that-we-do-not-abide-by-heads. He actually supports me. Like for example, I was so mad with XXXXX and I poured out my guts in front of him and he actually said "Ya! Must carry on like that! That @$#!*^" (In Hokkien and Mandarin) And when I was about to leave for SuZhou, he actually bought me 5 humongous bars of chocolate that cost about $30.00 in total. And he hid it in my bag and told me to smuggle it past my parents, although he passed a bar of chocolate to my parents. He must have known mum and dad would take away 4 bars of chocolate until I would be left with only 1 bar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Although after pursuasion, he would look at me with annoyed eyes but agree. I can't find a decent pic of him so yeah ^.^ Waiting for his SMS. Haha. He really makes me proud and he's really my grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-2456293446622257053?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/2456293446622257053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=2456293446622257053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2456293446622257053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2456293446622257053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/lalalalalala-life-is-wonderful-if-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3483795982075617849</id><published>2008-11-25T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:33:42.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahaha. Privileged to see me with long hair in my profile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even now that I look at myself back then, I wonder if an alien came to exchange faces with me or something and gave me this horrible, dry hair I'm now "blessed" with. Back then I didn't need a hair transplant. -.-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now you see how terrible it is to be suffering in the wrath of aliens. "Pikachu, lightning bolt!" That's what my master said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3483795982075617849?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3483795982075617849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3483795982075617849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3483795982075617849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3483795982075617849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8185903603311702576</id><published>2008-11-23T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:34:43.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've completely given up on becoming bigfoot and instead become Pikachu. Why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) It's not sure if bigfoot even exists&lt;br&gt;2) He's hairy and ugly&lt;br&gt;3) He has big feet and it's not nice for women to have big feet. I'm already big enough. Size 8??&lt;br&gt;4) He's naked and huge. We might see unpleasant things.&lt;br&gt;5) He's in Malaysia's jungles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanna be Pikachu because&gt;&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) He never dies. I don't know why. But he never ages nor evoles to Richu&lt;br&gt;2) Whenever he's on the verge of dying, Ash rushes in and he's saved&lt;br&gt;3) He's so pathetically lousy and yet he never dies in battles&lt;br&gt;4) He's yellow and can shoot out sparks from his red cheeks&lt;br&gt;5) We know he doesn't exist&lt;br&gt;6) We don't know his/her gender&lt;br&gt;7) Even though it's naked, we don't see anything&lt;br&gt;8) He's so pampered but never acts spoilt&lt;br&gt;9) Everyone sides with him&lt;br&gt;10) He makes "Pika pika" noises that sound like "Pink car, pink car", my dream coloured car&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PIKACHU HERE I COME! What the heck. It's 10.24 pm and I haven't even showered. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8185903603311702576?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8185903603311702576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8185903603311702576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8185903603311702576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8185903603311702576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-completely-given-up-on-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5259519334541310659</id><published>2008-11-22T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:48:31.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna be a little more vulgar today. Pardon my language.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woke up at like...6.30 am in the morning today. Went to the washroom and saw my dad but was too lazy to say "Good morning". I'm such a freakingly stupid and disrespectful daughter ='( But then again, dad seemed to know I wasn't exactly awake so he didn't greet me either.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Breakfast was too filling. I made milo but it turned out to be too thick and chocolatety so I had to pour that darker-than-shit-drink down the drain. I had 2 pie kia pies. Curry pie and ham-and-cheese pie are nice. But I took some pea pie and it tasted pea-ish and I don't like peas much. 2 pies and half a cup of undrinkably thick milo made me wanna puke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went to take a shower and tried on the new leave-on hair conditioner. Why? Because my hair is frizzy and horribly dry to the extent that I just wanna have a hair transplant. Then went to bang the black and white keys of my piano. Dad said that expression was too rough so I'll change it "tickling the ivories". If anyone from my primary school can imagine me "tickling the ivories" so gently, tell me what you're smoking and where can I get some. I do love my piano lots, but I can't imagine myself playing so gently on it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went to have lunch at some HongKong restaurant in Northpoint. Had their Mango Snow Ice for desert. They really kept true to their word. The whole twice-the-size-of-an-ice-kachang-lump-of-a-mountain was purely ice, few pathetic cubes of mango and syrup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Came back with my brother. He tried the conditioner as well. Ok. The author of this dark blog is too effingly lazy to type anymore. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5259519334541310659?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5259519334541310659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5259519334541310659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5259519334541310659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5259519334541310659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/gonna-be-little-more-vulgar-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3256150733934101736</id><published>2008-11-21T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:36:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSZIqEpq3jI/AAAAAAAAALg/m6WdHcqcxkg/s1600-h/Elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSZIqEpq3jI/AAAAAAAAALg/m6WdHcqcxkg/s320/Elephant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270980301523967538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Done using paint. It's an elephant. By me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSZIcyNeJ7I/AAAAAAAAALY/j402X6TI-R0/s1600-h/onigiri+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSZIcyNeJ7I/AAAAAAAAALY/j402X6TI-R0/s320/onigiri+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270980073235556274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also done by me. It's an onigiri. Using paint as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3256150733934101736?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3256150733934101736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3256150733934101736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3256150733934101736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3256150733934101736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/done-using-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSZIqEpq3jI/AAAAAAAAALg/m6WdHcqcxkg/s72-c/Elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8376559795907838321</id><published>2008-11-20T09:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:57:23.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSU0cWriHSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dZ1BD-wfw4k/s1600-h/CHick+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSU0cWriHSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dZ1BD-wfw4k/s320/CHick+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270676600636185890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Drawn by me using paint for my desktop background&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8376559795907838321?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8376559795907838321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8376559795907838321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8376559795907838321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8376559795907838321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/proudly-drawm-by-me-for-my-guest.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSU0cWriHSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dZ1BD-wfw4k/s72-c/CHick+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-259758617737441540</id><published>2008-11-18T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:05:28.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doctors are so &lt;em&gt;chim&lt;/em&gt;. Yesterday went KK and I think they were trying out some new method to read your pulse or something. They grab you elbow joints first. For once, he frowned and then they start pressing your chest to read your pulse. Basically I was pressed all over and my brother was sitting beside me. *blush* Then he took out his sethoscope to read the pulse and I tell you I was so so so scared cos he frowned harder and then put down the sethoscope to say "When was the last time you had an  echocardiogram" then he paused and my mum went "Uh-oh" and he said "2005. Quite long ago."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tell you I was so freaked out only to be led to some weird, "Echo" room they call it. They put those ultrasound jelly-like stuff on some weird roller rolled it all over dots dots dots. Then what? "Don't worry k. Everything's fine" This is the Chim part. How am I suppose to worry when I don't know what to worry about? But he was nice though. Then they started talking about what pressure dunno-what too high thingy. And they say "Relax. Everything's fine." Nonono. Everything is NOT fine I tell you. That room was very scarily eerie and quiet -.- Then they call my personal doc. over (he's the boss of cardiac) and he pressed the toopid roller and say don't know what don't know what. And then tell my mum "She's fine in the meantime. Just monitor her blah blah blah." I didn't understand half a word anyone was saying. Just proves how low my IQ is...*sighs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basically I realised I'm light years away from becoming a doctor because I'm really terrible at these medical terms. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-259758617737441540?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/259758617737441540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=259758617737441540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/259758617737441540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/259758617737441540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/doctors-are-so-chim.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-4058663519996984514</id><published>2008-11-17T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:10:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSDgi6Q3CJI/AAAAAAAAALA/2ff8ENh4Lhc/s1600-h/Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSDgi6Q3CJI/AAAAAAAAALA/2ff8ENh4Lhc/s320/Face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269458454383626386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I did that using paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-4058663519996984514?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/4058663519996984514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=4058663519996984514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4058663519996984514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4058663519996984514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-that-using-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SSDgi6Q3CJI/AAAAAAAAALA/2ff8ENh4Lhc/s72-c/Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6323495922149750807</id><published>2008-11-16T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:52:39.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR-nAzBZI5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Y9X2yzjiMco/s1600-h/St+Nic+to+Suzhou+2+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR-nAzBZI5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Y9X2yzjiMco/s320/St+Nic+to+Suzhou+2+053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269113721184658322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Suzhou&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR-l6pXxD3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jnQS8cO8Roo/s1600-h/Young+Bjorn+%26+Megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR-l6pXxD3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jnQS8cO8Roo/s320/Young+Bjorn+%26+Megan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269112516003303282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That would be my brother and I when we were younger. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow I'll be going to the hospital so don't call or sms me unless I call or sms you. Thanks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't have anything to say. I don't know what I want to say. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6323495922149750807?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6323495922149750807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6323495922149750807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6323495922149750807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6323495922149750807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-would-be-my-brother-and-i-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR-nAzBZI5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Y9X2yzjiMco/s72-c/St+Nic+to+Suzhou+2+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-2736867962840532398</id><published>2008-11-15T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:41:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my Japanese essay:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;私と私の家族

 

こんいちは！私はリー・リ・シャン・メガン・です。今、十三歳です。将来、ジャーナリストになりたいです。私の好みの漫画は桜蘭高校ホスト部と僕の初恋をキミに捧ぐあります。

 

 私の家族は私を入れて、四人です。両親と兄が一人です。今、父は空軍でつとめています。仕事は疲れます。母は図書館で勤めています。毎日、朝九時から四時まで図書館で勤めています。兄は高校生です。
 毎週土曜日に海へ遊びに行きます。それからそこのレストランで昼ご飯を食べます。うちへ帰えて、宿題をします。兄は毎日、たくさん勉強をします。兄は将来、先生になりたいです。
 時々、母は日本料理をします下。母の日本料理はとてもおいしいです。

 

 私の小学校はジエーミン小学校です。ジエーミンはきれいでしたが、狭かったです。あそこは私のうえの横がありました。うちからジエーミンまで五分かかりました。あそこの先生は親切でした。あそこの魚ご飯はとてもおいしいでした。あそこの花はたくさんでした。

 

 それは私のペットです。それは天竺鼠です。とても可愛いです！

 

 あの人は私の兄です。今、兄は十七歳です。兄の中学校はホワ・チョン・インスディストでした。今、兄はホワ・チョン・インスディスト高校で勉強をします。兄はとてもスマートくて堅い働きです。兄がとても好きです!　

 

 二人は私の父と母です。父もとてもスマートくて堅い働きです。父は空軍でつとめています。だから、毎日とても忙しいです。父はスポーツは上手です。母はきれいです。母は調理でよい。でもいま、母は調理する時間がない。だから、お祖母さんは調理を助きます。日曜日に、私達は遊ぶことを出かきます。とても楽しいです!

 

 あの人は私のお祖母さんです。お祖母さんはとても親切です。お祖母さんはシェフにつとめています。毎日、朝五時半から五時半までレストランで勤めています。お祖母さんはラックサを食べるのが好きです。猫も好きです。毎週月曜日と火曜日に公園へ行きます。あいつは猫に与えました。お祖母さんも天竺鼠のが好きです。

私は私の家族を愛してる！だって、皆はとても親切です。毎日、私は私の家族をますます愛する。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-2736867962840532398?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/2736867962840532398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=2736867962840532398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2736867962840532398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2736867962840532398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-my-japanese-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5619585182519544938</id><published>2008-11-15T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:55:26.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR5kSTittpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PHWFIIc9PqE/s1600-h/LION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR5kSTittpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PHWFIIc9PqE/s320/LION.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268758879716357778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I drew that using Paint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5619585182519544938?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5619585182519544938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5619585182519544938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5619585182519544938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5619585182519544938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-drew-that-using-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR5kSTittpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PHWFIIc9PqE/s72-c/LION.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3382711488715417568</id><published>2008-11-15T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:30:59.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR40WtPJQdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6mChfpmO9Qw/s1600-h/St+Nic+to+Suzhou+2+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR40WtPJQdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6mChfpmO9Qw/s320/St+Nic+to+Suzhou+2+103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268706178774942162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Just a note before I lock this blog. I'll be only opening this blog to people I allow so pass me your blogger email via the tagboard if you want to be allowed...or you can sms me your blogger email (also known as gmail address) If you don't have my handphone number...Go to 6 Care's blog (on the links) and find a post with everything in capital letters by me, Megan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm back from China. I don't think I want to go on a school trip again unless it's really, really fun. Because I'm really, really tired of it already -.- I'm amazing. One trip and I'm tired of it already. It was quite fun...I admit but I don't like it much&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These are a few pictures I took there. I took about 400 pictures because once I take out the camera...I snap, snap, snap non-stop. It's autumn so there's a picture of a maple tree with me standing under it's canopy. Anyway reason I don't want to go on a trip again, unless it's to the Shanghai bookstore&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I only get 3 hours or so of sleep per night! And staying only with friends for 6 days straight is very, very tiring.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Shanghai bookstore was amazing. It's like a shopping centre 7 stories high! I bought don't-know-how many music books, DVDs and a novel. I ONLY BOUGHT 1 NOVEL!!!! The book is very, very nice! *slaps myself* I spent a total of RMB 333.20 in the bookstore alone and about RMB 313.20 went to the discs and books, RMB 20 for the novel. I'd say I spent about RMB 130 on the music books.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR4zSqGpHSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vaeFTKK9sCU/s1600-h/St+Nic+to+SuZhou+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR4zSqGpHSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vaeFTKK9sCU/s320/St+Nic+to+SuZhou+171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705009702870306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR4zR8v57yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4A9jTca-6cI/s1600-h/St+Nic+to+SuZhou+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR4zR8v57yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4A9jTca-6cI/s320/St+Nic+to+SuZhou+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268704997527908130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR4zRk8Ra1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5XxJyzIQbkA/s1600-h/St+Nic+to+SuZhou+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR4zRk8Ra1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5XxJyzIQbkA/s320/St+Nic+to+SuZhou+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268704991137327954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3382711488715417568?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3382711488715417568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3382711488715417568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3382711488715417568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3382711488715417568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-note-before-i-lock-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SR40WtPJQdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6mChfpmO9Qw/s72-c/St+Nic+to+Suzhou+2+103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6007870450132130519</id><published>2008-11-07T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:46:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shhhh-----iiiiii--------ttttt&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*pain pain* That's just great. I'm leaving in approximately 2.5hours and this happens -.- I'm desperately trying to finish the book on Music but I'm less than half-way through and trying to understand the music they're talking about. I want a Steinway Concert Grand Piano!!!! The chestnut brown one! I saw one that cost US$50,000. That's like...S$75034.04 My older upright piano was chestnut brown...Christophori (how to spell) and then given to my grandmother so I could buy a black Yamaha Upright Silent Piano. Those than you can put your headphones in. Must save money. MUST GET THAT GRAND PIANO.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I've been wondering, how do they get grand pianos into flats? I mean, the door is so small, how do the shuff it in? DIE DIE DIE YOUUUUUUUU! Wish I earned European pounds...Then the grand piano would look so cheap. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6007870450132130519?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6007870450132130519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6007870450132130519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6007870450132130519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6007870450132130519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/shhhh-iiiiii-ttttt-pain-pain-thats-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6845941299889222635</id><published>2008-11-06T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:10:20.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'll be leaving for SuZhou until the 13th.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mum preparing all the flu, cough, stomachache etc. medicine for me and it's like...I'm opening up a clinic or something. The box is THIS thick. They say there's a drastic change in temperature or something. Just got reprimanded by my brother for not being able to thread his shoelace properly. -.- Reading boku no hatsukoi kimi wo sasagu. SO SAD! FYI it's a manga. The other day I supposedly interrupted Wilson in his game and he died. *Bows* sorry. Anime and manga updates are SO SLOW! I should be a traslater! Chinese to English translater. Then I'll get to read the manga first. HAHA And I get appreciated for FINALLY updating em'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's my rap for the Music thing. It's kind of late to post it but...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
What’s with the net hookers?&lt;br&gt;
They act like they got no others&lt;br&gt;
Other ways of finding babes&lt;br&gt;
They’re on a craze&lt;br&gt;
Attacking girls who just want some fame&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

What’s wrong with the lil’ ones?&lt;br&gt;
Going onto chat with some mental ones&lt;br&gt;
Acting like everything’s fine&lt;br&gt;
What’s going on in their life?&lt;br&gt;
Do they not see this has no light?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And then they go crying home&lt;br&gt;
Saying they’ve been taken advantaged of&lt;br&gt;
If you regret why did you start&lt;br&gt;
Why didn’t you ask&lt;br&gt;
What bout’ your mum?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Chorus&lt;br&gt;
Mama, mama I’m so sorry&lt;br&gt;
I’ve just been hurtin’ quietly&lt;br&gt;
I just want some fantasy&lt;br&gt;
I just took some ecstasy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Papa, papa are you angry?&lt;br&gt;
I didn’t know you’d be hurtin’&lt;br&gt;
I was dumb enough to trust&lt;br&gt;
Forgive me I regret this much (for 4th time add: I regret this much…I regret this much…)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Prevention you claimed you didn’t know&lt;br&gt;
Just cause he said loved your pose&lt;br&gt;
Then you lose your mind&lt;br&gt;
You wanna find&lt;br&gt;
This guy who called you nice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Just cause he looked so young&lt;br&gt;
Just cause he was a hunk&lt;br&gt;
Online that is all a farce&lt;br&gt;
You see he’s some ugly junk&lt;br&gt;
And now you’ve been hugged&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Girl sometimes you’ve got to use your heart&lt;br&gt;
This isn’t right, you know this much&lt;br&gt;
So don’t even start&lt;br&gt;
Don’t meet that junk&lt;br&gt;
You’ll regret it, precious one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

*chorus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Parents are there for you&lt;br&gt;
They’ll help you pull it through&lt;br&gt;
And then there’s your chers&lt;br&gt;
Real ones, not some farce&lt;br&gt;
They’ll help you see through masks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Girl, did you forget bout’ you pops?&lt;br&gt;
He loves you so tell him so&lt;br&gt;
Police, they’re there also&lt;br&gt;
Call once you’ve fallen so low&lt;br&gt;
Don’t let him off the show&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Learn to see through people&lt;br&gt;
That’ll help save your lil’ soul&lt;br&gt;
Don’t trust, you’ll lose a bunch&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It's a RAP not a POEM. I don't write poems on such weird topics. HAHA This rap is proudly 100% done by me. The edited version was done by Vernice but I don't have it. It sounds really....I got no others words to describe it so I'm going to say it! It sounds really lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6845941299889222635?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6845941299889222635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6845941299889222635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6845941299889222635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6845941299889222635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/tomorrow-ill-be-leaving-for-suzhou.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-1243037265756137160</id><published>2008-11-04T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:47:43.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好闷！&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm bored. BORED! I'll tell you why: I've been stuck in my house with abosolutely nothing. NOTHING! My computer and piano are my saviors...Without them I think I'll die of what-seems-like-eternal boredom. I bought a book on Music through the ages and composers and is currently in the process of finishing it. My goal for this week is to complete mastering Song Without Words Op.102 No.3 by Felix Mendelssohn before I leave for China.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been reading online 繁体字 Kuroshitsuji manga and although I do understand what they're saying, it is quite tiring to read. But it's still better than nothing ^.^ I've also taken quite a bit of interest on people's MSN nicknames and display pictures. Have CIP at Suntec tomorrow...at around 8a.m. I must be crazy...I have to leave house at 6.30a.m.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, I've managed to find the scores for Fur Elise by Beethoven. I used to have the score when I was in Grade 1 or 2 but I think I used them as scrap paper or something. And call me crazy but I've taken a sudden liking to classical music and musical animes such as Nodame Cantabile. I've been watching La' Corda d'Oro for the past don't-know-how-many times..Especially the concours. And For music lesson, my teacher has been making us memorise famous compositions and styles by famous composers such as Bach, Handel, Scarlatti, Vivaldi etc.etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My godmother/aunt (dad's elder sis) is over watching some Korean drama. And they're (mum, dad and aunt) talking about the Night Safari etc.etc And I've yet to pack my luggage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-1243037265756137160?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/1243037265756137160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=1243037265756137160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1243037265756137160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1243037265756137160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3882906776463532313</id><published>2008-11-03T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:21:21.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SQ7SeTxwJUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YfZiucy1RZc/s1600-h/middle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SQ7SeTxwJUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YfZiucy1RZc/s320/middle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264376432589546818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture ^.^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today mum had to call up KKH to postpone our appointment because it's on the 10th, clashes with our SuZhou trip. Just wanted to say after I saw this video on YouTube called 99 Balloons, I'm truly proud to declare that I was really, really touched. It's about a boy who lived 99 days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today was a normal day with no shouting, yelling, swearing or crying. Just that I woke up in the morning and opened the curtains to be greeted by a large crane right outside my window. It was lifting up some large metal pieces.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today I remember that I have to go to school tomorrow, and I've yet to pack my bag for SuZhou. I also remembered that I forgot to apologise to Vernice for being rude to her. And today on MSN I was particularly snappy and would like to say sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today I'm awfully tired and I think I'm sick because of the humidity and weird weather.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tonight I'm going to sleep, thinking that every life is indeed worth living.&lt;br&gt;To live is a beautiful experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3882906776463532313?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3882906776463532313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3882906776463532313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3882906776463532313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3882906776463532313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SQ7SeTxwJUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YfZiucy1RZc/s72-c/middle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3417547121229785652</id><published>2008-10-30T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:03:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh how much time can one spend to die&lt;br&gt;Before he finally cries?&lt;br&gt;Before the earth shatters and splits&lt;br&gt;Before the gull and turtle finally split&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh how much time can one spend to die&lt;br&gt;Before the sun sets upon him&lt;br&gt;And rises in the dusk of sins&lt;br&gt;Before he finally learns to scream&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah, that's just a random poem I wrote in less than 2 minutes so don't expect it to be really great. Here are the lyrics for Japanese folk song "Sakura" I typed the Jap version by myself so I can't tell if it's to be in katakana or hiragana...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sakura sakura ya yo i no so ra ha mi wa ta su ka gi ri ka su mi ka ku mo ka ni o i zo i zu ru i za ya i za ya mi ni yu ka n&lt;br&gt;さくら（桜）さくら　や　よ　い　の　そ　ら　は　み　わ　た　す　か　ぎ　り　か　す　み　か　く　も　か　に　お　い　ぞ　い　ず　る　い　ざ　や　い　ざ　や　み　に　ゆ　か　ん&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3417547121229785652?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3417547121229785652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3417547121229785652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3417547121229785652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3417547121229785652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-how-much-time-can-one-spend-to-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3361786970721069340</id><published>2008-10-29T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:57:07.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call me crazy, but I'm desperate. ANYONE GOT A PROFESSIONAL VERSION OF SONATA IN D MAJOR K.353 BY DOMENICO SCARLATTI PLEASE MAIL ME AND GIVE ME WEB LINK!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need it for my exams because I cannot seem to play it right...I spent the entire day looking for a decent version which is, obviously, none yet. Then I went to search for Scarlatti's music style and they say "adopted Spanish dance and rythm" so I went to look for some Spanish dances and music and I find completely no resemblence! So, I continued onto find out what time the 1000+ sonatas were written and realised it was baroque style which almost gave me no help at all. They had links to most of the Sonatas but K.353!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, the crazily desperate me decided to find my own inspiration and sat in front of the piano for hours, slamming the keys like some deranged hag and even tried doing ET style (using index fingers of left and right hand and try to connect to each other like some positive and negative terminal charge) and found no connection or inspiration...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I tried to add decent expressions which I wouldn't say failed miserably, but once I got the expressions right, my fingers wouldn't co-operate with me and I kept missing the keys...-__-&lt;br&gt;HELP AND BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3361786970721069340?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3361786970721069340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3361786970721069340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3361786970721069340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3361786970721069340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-me-crazy-but-im-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3222194763565974925</id><published>2008-10-27T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:55:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know my piano sucks so don't rub it in!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dumb, dumber and dumbest brother (I still love him though) just HAD to rub in the fact that I play the piano 'emotionlessly' in front of him. The other time I played with expression he said I looked spastic and now emotionless. HUH! Whatcha want me to do? If my skills didn't suck I would be in diploma now so face it...I suck but don't need to say that every single time I touch the keys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm looking for a job I can do next year during year-ends. A simple one that I can do without interupting or affectin my study time during the holidays. Waitress maybe? *wonders*&lt;br&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3222194763565974925?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3222194763565974925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3222194763565974925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3222194763565974925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3222194763565974925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-my-piano-sucks-so-dont-rub-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7908955609873500847</id><published>2008-10-26T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:09:23.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to pierce my ears again (3rd time) today&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In total, I have 4 ear holes now. ^.^ I just pierced a few hours ago. Then mum and I went to north point. No one but my parents know I pierced my ears and brother hasn't even realised...-_-I'm not supposed to tell him in case he wants to get a piercing as well. ^.^ &lt;br&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7908955609873500847?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7908955609873500847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7908955609873500847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7908955609873500847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7908955609873500847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-went-to-pierce-my-ears-again-3rd-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-264163141715890006</id><published>2008-10-24T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:22:37.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's super long but please do not be shocked at the results! [x] means yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

[] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I have many scars.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I tan easily.&lt;br&gt;
[] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have a tattoo.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have/I've had braces&lt;br&gt;
[x] I wear glasses&lt;br&gt;
[] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have piercing in places besides my ears.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have freckles.&lt;br&gt;
[] I hate my dad.&lt;br&gt;
[] I hate my mom.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I have a brother (and I love him)&lt;br&gt;
[] I have a sister.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've sworn at my parents&lt;br&gt;
[] I've run away from home.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br&gt;
[x] My biological parents are together (duh!)&lt;br&gt;
[] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br&gt;
[] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've had children.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've lost a child.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I'm in school.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I have a job. (Tutor cousin. I get paid k!)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I almost always do my homework.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years.&lt;br&gt;
[] I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've stolen something from my job.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been fired.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've slipped out an "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br&gt;
[] Disney movies still make me cry&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've peed from laughing. (When I was 7)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've glued my hand to something.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've had my pants rip in public. (When I was 4)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've gotten stitches/staples.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've broken a bone.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've sat in a doctors office/emergency room with a friend. (myself! haha)&lt;br&gt;
[] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br&gt;
[] I was born in a different country.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've flied business class.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been to New Zealand&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been to America&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been to Japan.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been to Hollywood&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been to Disneyland&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been to Australia&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been to more than 5 countries&lt;br&gt;
[] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've seen a meteor shower&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas. (When I was 4)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br&gt;
[] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been to the Las Vegas Casino&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been skydiving.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've gone skinny dipping&lt;br&gt;
[] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've drank a whole carton of milk in one hour.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've crashed a car.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been Skiing&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been in a play&lt;br&gt;
[] I've met someone in person from myspace.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've seen the Northern lights.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've played chicken .&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've done snowboarding.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I'm single.&lt;br&gt;
[] I'm in a relationship.&lt;br&gt;
[] I'm engaged.&lt;br&gt;
[] I'm married.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been the dumper more than the dumpee.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've gotten divorced.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br&gt;
[] I'm gay.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've had sex.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've had phone sex&lt;br&gt;
[] I've had sex in public&lt;br&gt;
[] I've had a crush on a teacher&lt;br&gt;
[] I am a cuddler.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been kissed on the face.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have kissed a stranger&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've cheated on a test. (Okok, I admit. Like ages ago)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've run a red light.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've witnessed a crime&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've been in a fist fight (Relax)&lt;br&gt;
[] I've been arrested.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've consumed wine.&lt;br&gt;
[] I regularly drink.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've smoked weed.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've eaten shrooms&lt;br&gt;
[] I've popped E.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've inhaled Nitrous.&lt;br&gt;
[] I've done hard drugs.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br&gt;
[] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.
[] I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br&gt;
[] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br&gt;
[] I'm anorexic (NO!)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've hurt myself on purpose. (Quite long ago so relax)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've woken up crying. (I dreamt my brother died when I was 5)&lt;br&gt;
[] I'm afraid of dying. (It's fate)&lt;br&gt;
[] I hate funerals&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br&gt;
[] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br&gt;
[] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've planned my own suicide. (Quite long ago)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've attempted suicide. (quite long along)&lt;br&gt;
[] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br&gt;
[] I own a plushie of my fave character from anything.&lt;br&gt;
[] I own a cosplay outfit.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I know what cosplay means.&lt;br&gt;
[] I own multiple designer clothes, costing over $100 a piece&lt;br&gt;
[x] I own something from Guess.&lt;br&gt;
[] I own something from D.K.N.Y.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I own something from ESPRIT.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I own something from Gap.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I own something from LEVI's.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I own a golf set.&lt;br&gt;
[] I can sing well.&lt;br&gt;
[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br&gt;
[] I open up to others easily.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I watch the news&lt;br&gt;
[x] I don't kill bugs. (often)&lt;br&gt;
[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br&gt;
[] I sing in the shower.&lt;br&gt;
[] I am a morning person.&lt;br&gt;
[] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br&gt;
[] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;br&gt;
[] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br&gt;
[] I twirl my hair.&lt;br&gt;
[] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I love being neat.&lt;br&gt;
[] I love Spam.&lt;br&gt;
[x] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day.&lt;br&gt;
[] I bake well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-264163141715890006?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/264163141715890006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=264163141715890006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/264163141715890006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/264163141715890006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-super-long-but-please-do-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-4822084559701495525</id><published>2008-10-24T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:43:03.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amazed how horrid some people can be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was on youtube looking at some slides made for Dave Pelzer, author of the book A Child Called It, The Lost Boy, A Man Named Dave etc. and I saw some really horrid comments. All of those comments were talking about how much a liar Dave is and how they pitied his mother and he is just a money-sucker. I feel so sad for Dave and although I do pity his mother, it's not like one can really forgive her for what she did -_- I mean, he was tortured in his own home!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And also some people I met today were really mean. They were talking about their friends behind their backs and how much they hated them. Maybe the friend did do something wrong, but it's still really sad. To me, speaking about someone behind their backs isn't just gossiping or bullying, it's torturing. And they spoke so horribly! Like "She's such a geek lah! Pretend, pretend. Stupid boot-licker. Idiot to think anyone likes her at all." It's like you're eating her away bit by bit! They're so horrible I feel sick. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The poor girl whom they're torturing...I hope she doesn't find out...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well then, bye. And I hope that although it's hard to truly like anyone and it's inevitable to not hate anyone or not talk bad about anyone, keep in mind where you're speaking and what you're actually saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-4822084559701495525?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/4822084559701495525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=4822084559701495525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4822084559701495525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4822084559701495525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazed-how-horrid-some-people-can-be-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5994053881592441814</id><published>2008-10-22T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:16:20.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's self-defense class reminded me of an incident that happened a couple fo years ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since during self-defense class, we had to (sometimes) grab each other's arms, it seemed like one of those games we (or at least, I) used to play when I/We was/were younger. It's one of those games where you held each other's hands and stood in a circle while circling the person standing inside the circle and the person inside the circle had to try to get out of the circle. Well, it so happens I've been suffering from super severe hyperhidrosis, in other words, super sweaty palms and soles, since I was like...3 or 4 so I NEVER like to hold anyone's hands or even touch anyone. And it just gets worse because I'm a pianist so like...I can't practice for long or the keys will be super oily and sticky. Anyway, back to my story. So I told the teacher "Cannot hold! My hands very wet!" and then the teacher (won't say who) scolded me and threatened to throw me out of the class and shoved my hand into my partners' hands...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Trust me, my partners screamed like crazy and ever since then, whenever we had games that required us to hold hands...They never stood beside me. Frankly, none of my primary mates stood beside me until a super nice girl in primary 3 suggested that she held my wrist or elbow instead. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today's topic is supposed to be hyperhidrosis. Lots of my dad's and mum's friends have been asking me if there's a permernant cure for hyperhidrosis and the answer is only surgery. However, side effects of the surgery is that one will like start sweating in other places such as the face or butt. For temporary solutions, one can use a roll-on medicine known as Driclor. It helps and I use in sometimes. But the problem is that it really dries your skin and makes it peel like crazy, as if you're shedding. And if your is severe like mine, it only lasts a few hours and sometimes even less than 2 hours so use it when you're going to some big parties or something. -.- There's another method known as Iontophoresis which passes electrodes through your palms. I nearly opted for that but you need treatment once every 2 weeks and there may be some metallic taste in your mouth so I dropped that idea...You can also use botox but it needs to be 'botoxed' once every 6 months or so and it's very costly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there you go! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5994053881592441814?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5994053881592441814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5994053881592441814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5994053881592441814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5994053881592441814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterdays-self-defense-class-reminded.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7073311544983621765</id><published>2008-10-16T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:00:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my 70th post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today started with some Colours Award presentation. Listened to one of our Alumnae talk for quite long about some very famous Sports Man. Sat and clapped until hand and leg numb...Then we went to the museum. I COULDN'T FIND MY ART PIECE! I think they took it down because it was like...in 2006 when I won some Spanish Association art competition or something. They gave me the tickets but it was EXPIRED. What kind of service is this, huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I really loved the museum. It was really cool and I really liked the art work and sculptures. But I would prefer if there wasn't any worksheets so we can look around...All the art work used a really big space and they were mostly abstract but really, really cool. I want to go there again =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sunday going to class BBQ. It's sunday you know! My family day! Caused my mum and dad to have a tiff about it! I told classmates cannot go, don't want to go and then they ask me to go. ASK AND ASK AND ASK. So just because of BBQ, MY PARENTS ARGUED OVER IT. Very irritated...&lt;br&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7073311544983621765?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7073311544983621765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7073311544983621765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7073311544983621765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7073311544983621765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-my-70th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6814729198643514807</id><published>2008-10-13T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:39:39.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just (I am still) watching Snow Queen, Korean drama acted by Hyun Bin. This is like my 7th time watching it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I came to a realisation. When Bo-Ra (the girl who's sick and is going to die) figured out that she was ill, she started crying like crazy. I was wondering if many people did that. Like, is it really that big a shock when told you're sick and going to die? Just asking cause' I don't know. I'm know I'm being insensitive but I REALLY want to know because all the dramas are like that but even when my relatives are told they're down with cancer or something, they never cried. Just wondering if that was normal, not crying that is.&lt;br&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6814729198643514807?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6814729198643514807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6814729198643514807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6814729198643514807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6814729198643514807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-just-i-am-still-watching-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-2994366382564535272</id><published>2008-10-12T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:41:43.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed to a piano skin today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I finally realised how lucky I am to actually have the chance to play the piano. ^.^ To all those who hate your instrument, just tolerate it for like...9 years and you'll finally see that the ability to play the instrument is such a blessing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks to all those concerned like in the TagBox. Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it ^_^ Anyway, to please my family, I promised not to do morning jog (if there's any) and not to run for anything unneccessary. Though, it's going to prove to be difficult. This whole weekend I've been slacking. Tomorrow I've got to go all the way to Bishan to sign some form with my Japanese marks on it. I do hope that I'll do well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We're in the midst of our enrichment week. I would much rather slack in class though. Cause I'm super tired and I WANT TO SLEEP. The only thing(s) I actually look forward to is no homework, no test, trip to the Museum and...and...SUZHOU TRIP!&lt;br&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-2994366382564535272?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/2994366382564535272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=2994366382564535272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2994366382564535272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2994366382564535272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/changed-to-piano-skin-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3386201896210826866</id><published>2008-10-10T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:50:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official: I'M SICK.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sports carnival nearly killed me, literally. Cause' mum went to JB, dad was working and brother in school, the house would be empty until 4.30p.m. so I would return to a empty house ^.^ So today the games was fine, but super tired...Then when I wanted to walk home, toopid chest pain. I nearly fainted I tell you!!!!!! On the MRT home I was like "I want to die...I want to die..." So when I returned home to the horribly empty house, I just fell onto the floor and lay there for ages. I'm amazed I even managed to lug that super-heavy bag of books all the way home!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So basically, because the house was so empty, I just lay there on the cool floor and I refused to get up. I think I stayed there for 20 minutes. Then I went to bathe and mum came home. After I came out from shower I told her about the table tennis game and my mother was like..."Are you okay?" And I ask "Why?" And she say "Cause you don't look fine." So now, I'm banned from sports but I doubt I'd heed her advice. MWAHAHA. Pay me 10 bucks because I didn't faint on the way home. SIANZ...I'm sick AGAIN.&lt;br&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3386201896210826866?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3386201896210826866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3386201896210826866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3386201896210826866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3386201896210826866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3506680881013602942</id><published>2008-10-09T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:33:36.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a very, very OUTRAGES scene on the bus!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was bus 265, at the bus-stop near our school track, at around 1.06p.m. We boarded the bus (me and Amanda Lee), followed by a large group of Sec 1 and Sec 3 schoolmates. And what do you expect when a large group of girls board the bus? Noise right? NOISE! And you know what?! Few minutes after we boarded the bus, some CRAZY SBS transit link guy in the light blue-green uniform with black pants started yelling something in Chinese...Like "你以为这是个巴刹 har?! 不会安静吗？！。。。。。读书。。。。。" Those dots are because I couldn't hear him clearly. He yells too much till it becomes very unclear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I mean, if you yell over someone's voice who is already loud, it means you're LOUDER! And I didn't even think the bus was THAT noisy! He should board the bus at around 2.30p.m. on normal school days! He'll die I tell you, DIE. Then everyone was looking at him like he was mental and he started shaking his head and muttering something and frowning. I mean, if everyone can tolerate it, WHY CAN'T HE?! And trust me, both Amanda Lee and I weren't even TALKING much! Like...3 sentences on the whole trip!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tell you, at times it's better to keep quiet! (referring to the guy) I mean, if you really want to reprimand people, ESPECIALLY teenagers that just got dismissed, USE A BETTER TECHNIQUE! Like...Go up to them quietly or something! DON'T try to MAKE A DIFFERENCE if you're not sure of the outcome! Like, don't yell! Yelling at girls in PUBLIC IS BAD! He should read more parental guide books! He was making more noise than anything!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok...Calm down...Tomorrow's sports carnival.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3506680881013602942?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3506680881013602942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3506680881013602942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3506680881013602942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3506680881013602942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-saw-very-very-outrages-scene-on-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-70336388436004082</id><published>2008-10-08T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:44:33.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You want to know my marks? Fine I'll tell you my marks! It's the most horrible, amazingly terrible, scarily unbelievably low marks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;English: A2&lt;br&gt;HCL: A2&lt;br&gt;Geog: A1&lt;br&gt;Hist: A1&lt;br&gt;Lit (EL): B3 (B3!!!!!!)&lt;br&gt;Math: ??? (Don't know yet)&lt;br&gt;Science: A1&lt;br&gt;DnT: A1&lt;br&gt;Art: DON'T SEE! YOU'LL HURT YOUR EYES! C5! (C5 YOU KNOW?! C5!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;READ AT YOUR OWN RISK &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And don't you dare come tell me: Will you stop it! I score worst than you you know! I tell you I"m getting influenced by Claudia! I'm going to fail my Math I tell you FAIL! If you think I'm HAO LIAN than skip this paragraph! Read at your own risk! Don't come running up to me and moaning!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NOW IT'S SAFE&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok...PE lesson was terrible because of some TINY, MINUTE accident that apparently happened between me and Vernice's team. And MJ was building a house using 700 ice-cream sticks....A 2 storey house with an attic, apparently. I helped out a bit, along with Esther. I've lost count to Su Zhou trip. Wah...And I'm so touched. My poem is finally a success! I've been getting comments like: "It's not nice lah! It's too abstract. I don't like it! You're not supposed to write so much in one day you know! It's is s-h-i-t-t-y!" It totally ruined my self-esteem and confidence to write poems....I love my Tolerance, finally can start posting poems again. MWAHAHA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And may this be kept as a side note: I don't mind you calling me weird nicknames but please, PLEASE, do not YELL IT OUT IN PUBILC ESPECIALLY IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE! CALL IT IN FRONT OF OUR FRIENDS OR CLASSMATES IS FINE! Please be more sensitive ^.^ Frankly I don't mind but it's quite embarrassing...Like...I don't need the whole world to know my name&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today was either free period or watching movies all the time...-.- I suppose it's pretty nice as well...HAHAS! Ok...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;YAY! FIRST TIME WILSON PRAISED ME! (For as long as I can remember, that is) YAY! OK, THANK YOU! *hug* JIA YOU FOR EOY! (To those who are still studying)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-70336388436004082?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/70336388436004082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=70336388436004082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/70336388436004082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/70336388436004082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-want-to-know-my-marks-fine-ill-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-1803594566358068236</id><published>2008-10-06T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:59:07.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm bored and officially PISSED OFF so I'm blogging again. You're to pay me $50 if you are to see me post again for the 3rd time today!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I realised the people in my class are so hardworking. I mean, the 90+ question friendship quizzes are crazy! In my whole life, I only ever answered a 10 question quiz because I was forced by my friends -.- I miss you hui lin! I miss (I'm surprised I'm even saying this) Wilson who makes me laugh my head off, Xing Po who gets bullied, Daryl who self-proclaims he's fat, Zhong Sheng who randomly laughs out loud but is damn smart, Nakul who...Everything? Jia Ee who is so thick-skinned! And all the girls who sing all day long during recess!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm pissed at I-don't-know-what. Because...There's SCHOOL TOMORROW! I DON'T LIKE WAKING UP SO EARLY! For once, I want to sleep in late! I want to play truant! I DON'T CARE! And I'm trying to stop myself from saying stuff like 'stupid' 'shut up (I don't think I've said it yet)' 'damn' 'friggin'etc. etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I saw something super not-very-smart today. WHO DO YOU HATE THE MOST? ANSWER: PEOPLE WHO HATE OTHERS. My question for YOU: What does that make you huh? Seriously...I'm so tempted to say this...But go hate yourself then. GRR! And I LOVE my classmates a lot...but I miss 6 Care! 6 CARE I LOVE YOU! Oh yeah...A smarter answer for WHO DO YOU HATE THE MOST would be: Why do you need to know huh? You busy-body/I don't know (I prefer the second one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-1803594566358068236?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/1803594566358068236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=1803594566358068236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1803594566358068236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1803594566358068236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-2827019868599378695</id><published>2008-10-06T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:47:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Jing Yi for such a cutely sweet comment! So anyway...A new poem I wrote during...I can't remember which lesson. "Answer to My Prayers"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Angels brought me here&lt;br&gt;So where have they all gone?&lt;br&gt;Angels brought me here&lt;br&gt;So where's the love the fond?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I prayed, looked and looked&lt;br&gt;For an angel who shone&lt;br&gt;Gor someone coming soon&lt;br&gt;For a sign if I could&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For a saviour&lt;br&gt;For an answer to my prayer&lt;br&gt;For a reason to mere existence&lt;br&gt;For a chance to meet my maker&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knelt down against the drawers&lt;br&gt;Waiting for an answer to my prayers&lt;br&gt;Why was one such a loner&lt;br&gt;When they claim to be equal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where is acceptance you promised&lt;br&gt;Were you lying to you servants-in-service&lt;br&gt;I do not deny my faith&lt;br&gt;Angels I belong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But where are the answers&lt;br&gt;What do you do to my prayers&lt;br&gt;Did you forget your believers&lt;br&gt;I do still believe in angles&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the answer to my prayers&lt;br&gt;Why no equality&lt;br&gt;Because humans were liars&lt;br&gt;They never wanted answers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it's too late to pray&lt;br&gt;Answers won't 'come-what-may'&lt;br&gt;Humans killed their fellow men&lt;br&gt;With their dirtied bare hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The smartest thing anyone did:&lt;br&gt;Take out the bullets before pulling the trigger&lt;br&gt;But got arrested by his wife's lover&lt;br&gt;Banished by all hope of comfort&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Racism, terrorism&lt;br&gt;They claim to kill all man without reason&lt;br&gt;Holocasts, Jews lying dead&lt;br&gt;Did you know 'Jew' is forbidden on the scrabble mat?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Angels above, there is no love&lt;br&gt;When will you answer my newer prayer?&lt;br&gt;Why are babies born so defected?&lt;br&gt;Why is everyone so unaffected?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When war broke out and families cry&lt;br&gt;Why do people only care bout' hunger?&lt;br&gt;When people die and children whine&lt;br&gt;Why do people still pull the trigger?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where is the love you spoke so strongly of?&lt;br&gt;The dreams everyone brag of&lt;br&gt;Where are the answers I'm waiting for&lt;br&gt;The prayers I spent hours on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do people not practice what they preech&lt;br&gt;Why do they not see the need to teach?&lt;br&gt;I'm still waiting for the answers to my prayers&lt;br&gt;Still waiting for the answers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope you liked it!&lt;br&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-2827019868599378695?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/2827019868599378695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=2827019868599378695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2827019868599378695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2827019868599378695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-jing-yi-for-such-cutely-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5969833922516921955</id><published>2008-10-05T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:51:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there people. I must be crazy saying this but I'm so free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've completed the math and chinese homework given. Who gives homework right after a test?! Ok anyway, finished my homework. Searched the web for various stuff like newest anime, manga sites, causes of chest pains blah blah blah. I was so random...Clicking on anything I could get my hands on. To all those whom are still in the midst of having EOYs, jia you. Than you can slack like me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Discussed about piercing ears today and yesterday with my mum. First time I pierced my ears was when I was 5. Pierced, got some infection, took out ear rings, ear hole closed, pierced again when I was 11 for the second time and it still lasts till today! So basically hole number 1+2=1 hole. So now I want to pierce my third piercing. So equation is: hole numbers 1+2+3=2 holes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Too bad I can't pierce now cause SNGS doesn't allow ear-rings. I'll just pierce on Prize Presentation day, or that's what I plan to do. ^.^ I want to go with my mum! And maybe pull my brother along. MWAHAHAHA. Leaving for SuZhou on the 7th of November. *waits*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5969833922516921955?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5969833922516921955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5969833922516921955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5969833922516921955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5969833922516921955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-there-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-4898455342160757513</id><published>2008-10-04T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:05:59.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all those who still don't know: I'm NOT a quiet, composed little girl =D I'm super super loud and noisy if I want to be. I just don't like it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EOY officially over! Now can look forward to Suzhou trip. Yay. My geog SUCKED officially SUCKED. I GOT A B3! 27.5/40. 0.5 TO A2. My history was so-so...35/40. HALF A MARK WON'T KILL YOU. GIVE ME MY HALF MARK. I'm depressed...DEPRESSED. And I want a 6 Care class gathering. I need someone to fa pi qi on. Like Hui Lin. Mwahaha. I'm going hyper now...Whatever...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss BOYS. I'm losing out on a critical period in my youthful life! HALF A DAMN MARK! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-4898455342160757513?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/4898455342160757513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=4898455342160757513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4898455342160757513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4898455342160757513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-all-those-who-still-dont-know-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6964400789801767013</id><published>2008-10-01T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:28:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Count down to SuZhou trip: 37 days! Yay! I can't believe I'm doing this&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Esther made a shockin realisation yesterday during Malay class: Everytime during Malay we're so high! M.J. also! First time i saw her I though: OK great, we've another cool personality in class. Calm in all situations. And I realised that was so not true. We were singing 从开始到现在, the Winter Sonata song. I was playing the piano, Peiyu and M.J. were singing and thinking of how to dramatise it for E.Lit. They were doing Romeo and Juliet's famous balcony scene. And before you know it, M.J. was rolling on the floor, really rolling on the floor, laughing. And PeiYu aka Joey's face was red. Really red. I can't remember what I was doing. But I think it was also something ridiculous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EOY ending on Friday! Hip hip horray! Today is CHILDREN'S DAY, HARI RAYA PUASA, CHINA'S NATIONAL DAY! I was listening to 97.2FM when I realised it was China's ND. Happy birthday China! Talking about that...CG...our 6 Care CG...when is it? HUH? HUH? And where's the 6 CARE SPIRIT we boast of? huh?! Only me, Joey, occassionally Hui Lin and Jia Ee tag only! WHY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6964400789801767013?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6964400789801767013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6964400789801767013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6964400789801767013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6964400789801767013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/10/count-down-to-suzhou-trip-37-days-yay-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5507459892728299299</id><published>2008-09-27T17:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:01:17.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem when I was SUPER angry on the 17th of September 2008. it's entitled 'Tolerance'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

When one blabbers on and on&lt;br&gt;
About the things you sworn upon&lt;br&gt;
About affection&lt;br&gt;
About your passion&lt;br&gt;
One just has to have tolerance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

When one talks in a b*t*hy way&lt;br&gt;
Labeling the things you've done wrong&lt;br&gt;
About how your ideas aren't worthed it all&lt;br&gt;
About how songs were such a bore&lt;br&gt;
One just has to tolerate it all&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

But like how all things have an end&lt;br&gt;
Tolerance you cannot bend&lt;br&gt;
Your blood boils&lt;br&gt;
You want to punch out her lights&lt;br&gt;
You want to murder her, hopefully alive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

But your conscience stops it all&lt;br&gt;However, she spoke more&lt;br&gt;Her your poems sucked&lt;br&gt;Your drawing 'gore'&lt;br&gt;How she won you high and tall&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her face sickens you&lt;br&gt;Her voice you hate&lt;br&gt;How much you wanted to end her fate&lt;br&gt;You could torture her,&lt;br&gt;But tolerate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in your eyes, her face is fat&lt;br&gt;Her body flabby&lt;br&gt;Not a trace of fab&lt;br&gt;Her accent disgusting&lt;br&gt;Her lips sickening&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her insults,&lt;br&gt;You want to pull her lips off&lt;br&gt;Want to embarrass her&lt;br&gt;In front of the hall&lt;br&gt;Tolerate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But when tolerance begins running low&lt;br&gt;And you feel your feelings flow&lt;br&gt;Your kindness gurgles away&lt;br&gt;You know you could no longer sway&lt;br&gt;You knew tolerance could not save your day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You walk up to her&lt;br&gt;And slap her face&lt;br&gt;And there she looks - sickening daze&lt;br&gt;She screams at you&lt;br&gt;Swears you're gay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Claims you're worse than her in everyway&lt;br&gt;Says your language was hopelessly lame&lt;br&gt;The way she stuck up to the teacher&lt;br&gt;The way her poutty lips grind&lt;br&gt;Makes you grossed out of your mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can tolerate no more&lt;br&gt;You heard a 'snap'&lt;br&gt;You found yourself gripping her neck&lt;br&gt;Oh I know I've sinned&lt;br&gt;But now there's no turning back&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your tolerance away with the wind&lt;br&gt;And she knows how you have sinned&lt;br&gt;Break her neck&lt;br&gt;Swore upon your darkened skin&lt;br&gt;Oh you hated her...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You wanted her dead&lt;br&gt;That you knew&lt;br&gt;You see a girl&lt;br&gt;Body for stew&lt;br&gt;Fear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hence you let go&lt;br&gt;You weren't cowardly or timid&lt;br&gt;You just had to reach you limit&lt;br&gt;Lessons learnt, hopeless people&lt;br&gt;Tolerance has its summit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lessons learnt&lt;br&gt;Keep you mouth shut&lt;br&gt;A growling lion awaits to pounce&lt;br&gt;To kill, to rip&lt;br&gt;Those who forbid the tolerance limit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Those who disrespect the laws one set&lt;br&gt;Those who disrespect in all aspects&lt;br&gt;Those who cross the boundaried&lt;br&gt;And extinguishes one's esteems&lt;br&gt;Break the imaginiable line of tolerating&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when I mean I wrote it when I was SUPER angry, it means it was accumulative anger and most likely not aimed at you ^.^ So just take this poem as a joke. Oh yeah, and lessons learnt, WHEN YOU'VE NOTHING NICE TO SAY, DON'T SAY IT AT ALL. Because you're not doing yourself any good, and you're hurting others. Why put yourself in such a difficult situation? Don't just look at the flaws of others, look at YOURSELF first. And look at yourself to see if you even have the AUTHORITY to talk to people in some commanding way. I'd just like to act as a side note: No one, NO ONE, has the right to talk to anyone so rudely or so commandingly. So anyway, look at yourself first and even if you really have to say something mean, put it in a nicer way. It has a nicer effect on others and yourself. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5507459892728299299?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5507459892728299299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5507459892728299299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5507459892728299299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5507459892728299299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wrote-this-poem-when-i-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8088787903351196920</id><published>2008-09-21T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:05:57.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I sprained my back...Cannot move...=( Anyway, have you all heard LeeHom sing in English, the voice is *sparkle sparkle* BEAUTIFUL! ABSOLUTELY! Declan Gabrith or something like that, I think his name is spelt wrong, but Declan is definitely correct. His voice is "Yeah baby!" And his face is "Cutie pie!" and, and Vitas his voice is "Oh my god, is that pitch even reachable by humans?" and Eminem is...is "You lyrics are legend". KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA This world is filled with so many amazing people. *Envy envy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8088787903351196920?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8088787903351196920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8088787903351196920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8088787903351196920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8088787903351196920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-there-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-4790791336213051789</id><published>2008-09-19T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:31:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to clear up misunderstandings, I'm NOT ANOREXIC!I'm just on a diet because I weigh a stunning 51kg and I'm around 1.65 cm only. 51kg is like...100%? I used to be like...77%-78% in primary 5 and even lower in primary 3 and 4. So basically...from 78% to a stunning 100% is WOW! And I'll not be anorexic because I saw the photos and I'm like...Living skeleton, creepy. Ok, I'm not anorexic, I'm not. Neither am I bulimic or whatever you call it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And also to clear up misunderstandings that I do not take breakfast just because I'm on diet...It's not true. I haven't been taking my breakfast since...Primary 3. Whenever I take breakfast I end up feeling sick -_- and also, I do not take reccess because of certain duties I have to perform during reccess so I'm used to not having recess. Understand?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry I sounded hostile. Don't want you guys worrying bout' me so don't worry. I'm on a healthy diet to get back to at least...80%. That's like 20% to lose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-4790791336213051789?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/4790791336213051789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=4790791336213051789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4790791336213051789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4790791336213051789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-to-clear-up-misunderstandings-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-4110609196434053163</id><published>2008-09-14T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:01:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm posting again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Music lesson was cancelled last minute. Ahahas. Not that I REALLY mind because it gives me more time for studying blah blah blah. Yeah, well, want to die. I'm sickeningly tired. SICKENINGLY, if such a word exists. Or UNBELIEVABLY tired. Going to SuZhou on November the 3rd for some immersion trip with (most likely) Esther, Marieanne Ee aka MJ and Vernice. But before the rainbow comes the rain - REVIEW TESTS! I hope I fall sick during the review tests so I don't have to sit for them. Ahahas. A blessing in disguise. Anyway, at any rate, I won't be amazed if I were to walk along a busy, crowded road, lacking oxygen and I just go 'PLOP!' and faint onto the ground. The world should have 22% of oxygen instead of 20.95%  Trust me, it'd save a lot of people and give us more air to breath after a marathon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just remembered a game that can help you cheer up. I call it 幸灾乐祸 or Feeling Happiness at Other's Misery. It's not exactly a BAD game ok. For example, you feel that you are fat, you should just look at some sumo wrestler and say "Well, I'm not (whatever you want to think. NO OFFENCE TO SUMO WRESTLERS: I'm not THAT heavy. Sumo wrestlers need to be fat ok. They're honoured and I love their fights. It's pretty interesting really.)" And you'd feel much better. Same as: I hate school lah. He/she is so ****ing annoying (censored) and you can just look at someone being sent to the discipline mistress and say "At least I'm not going to meet that (whoever it is) and get myself demerit points."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So people who are in misery, try this morally wrong method of cheering yourself up. But don't use it too often. You'd be a sadist. Only use it at your greatest needs. Understand?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to faint, I want to sleep, I want to SKIP review tests and I hope I can get some MC to be excused from the tests. Hahas. Just say: Doctor, we must take care of our health! Tests make me feel very tired you know! All my brain juice are extracted and I'm left with a (DON' READ IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE) wrinkly, dried up brain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I doubt it'd work though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take care,&lt;br&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-4110609196434053163?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/4110609196434053163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=4110609196434053163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4110609196434053163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4110609196434053163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-posting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-105930140476191777</id><published>2008-09-12T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:49:15.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam season&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Exams will be ending on Friday of Week 4. I'll be kind of busy so don't bug me to post more often. ^_^ Don't expect any posts anytime soon. OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB MANGA CHAPTER 64 IS UP! Tamaki is HOT HOT HOT! EVERYONE IS HOT! BUT I THINK SOMETHING BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN AHHHHH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-105930140476191777?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/105930140476191777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=105930140476191777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/105930140476191777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/105930140476191777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/09/exam-season-exams-will-be-ending-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3365565778485250055</id><published>2008-09-04T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:49:02.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed skin once again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Holidays are coming to an end. NOOOOOOOOOOO! Even though it wasn't really a holiday but at least I could have some free time... I want to be homeschooled!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's another story:&lt;br&gt;The Garden Behind Closed doors&lt;br&gt;Suitable for &gt;3 because of words that can be a little hard for young ones to understand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Down the path of a very ordinary road, and down the very ordinary town and across the ordinary lake, there lived a girl in a not-very-ordinary house. No, not very ordinary at all! If you were to open the door with the golden key around the girl's neck, you'd fine yourself in an EXTRODINARY little garden. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There, the girl would take your hand and slowly lead you down the extrodinary path. Bricks would light up as soon as you touch them, the flowers bloom as soon as you pass them. At the end of the extrodinary path, the tall metal gate with floral patterns used to conceal the tiny door behind it would swing open to welcome your arrival. Right at the bottom of this path would be a tiny door, just big enough for the little girl to squeeze through. As soon as one passes through that tiny door, beautiful sounds of music would play. You'd see flowers made of diamonds hanging overhead, the lush grass replaced by edmeralds, the deep blue lake shimmering under the warm sun. As you stood on the edmeralds, you would see the wind dancing for you, the flowers jinggling to please you. And in front of you, you'd see the little girl smiling up at you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah, it's another weird story. Time check: 12:46 p.m. Well, hope you enjoy your holidays and happy studying!&lt;br&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3365565778485250055?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3365565778485250055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3365565778485250055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3365565778485250055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3365565778485250055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/09/changed-skin-once-again-holidays-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-914094235922071856</id><published>2008-09-03T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:06:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there people!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's a piano tuner in my house now so...=D kind of noisy but all for the sake of my piano. My parents are still somewhere in China and my brother's room is becoming a junkyard, at least, his table is. Papers are everywhere in his room -_- I'm bored, bored, bored and I want to go to northpoint to buy my Tao Ke Noi spicy seaweed! I'm only left with one pack T-T&lt;br&gt;Here's the story of: The Miserable Life of a Teenage School Girl&lt;br&gt;Read at your own risk. Contains: Some strong language and disturbing scenes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every morning, every evening, it was the same routine. Holidays was a word that never existed. Sucked into the world of endless homework, boredoom, confusion and raging hormones that one could never control, she was brokened in. No one could ever understand. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She bent over her books. Was she crying? Perhaps. One couldn't tell. Her heart was all stone, if she even had a heart in the first place. No one could help her. She was alone, again. Her father walked out of the household when she was an infant. One would wonder: Did he even bother to kiss her goodbye? Her mother, depressed, suicidal, a drug addict wasn't of much help. Endless days in the world of darkness, locked in the cuboard by her own, dear, mother. Made to drink diluted dishwashing liquids, make to stand for hours naked in front of the stairs, made to hide in endless fear even when mama wasn't home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One day, she just snapped. Ma wasn't in a good mood that day. "Where have you taken my money, you selfish b*t*h? Get the **c*k right here now! (ceonsored! Censored!) Trembling, hugging herself tightly, she stumbled over. A mass of hair was ripped off her already-bleeding head. The girl screamed "Ma, I'm sorry! I never wanted you to feel this way! You're disappointed aren't you, ma? I'm sorry but I ain't got no feelin'!"(somewhat inspired by Eminem's Cleanin' out my closet) And so the girl tried to take off, unsuccessfully. Her clothers were ripped off her back, her mother now in a deranged rage. A mirror came, WHAM! the girl flew off her feet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now she hid alone in the cubboard, the once hell now her eden. The footsteps she could hear through the gaps made her puke out of disgust and absolute fear. She lived there now, forever covered in the shadows. The books she wanted to read were covered with dirt and a mixture of animal and human waste. It was impossible to even hold the book she truly loved, and she had a father who never cared about the family's existence. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She could see it, her mother popping pills so she could get some sleep. Tears couldn't fall, no matter how much her heart ached. She was falling down and never could she get up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's weird right? But it's the shortest I could think of =D Well then, have a nice day!&lt;br&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-914094235922071856?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/914094235922071856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=914094235922071856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/914094235922071856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/914094235922071856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-there-people-theres-piano-tuner-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-578418569179142478</id><published>2008-08-29T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:15:25.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I 加油 already...my posts are more frequent because it's the holidays! (Like real)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, I went back with Jiemin Primary and the male population who were once midgets are now giants...and literally giants...For those who know Ivan Tan (Information from the others. It's Tan, not Lam. I thought it's Lai or Lam =).) he's now 181cm tall at secondary 2! Secondary 2! Is that humanly possible???? Anyway...average for my tests is 75%. It's not that bad...last term was 74.9%...improved by 0.1%&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, we met all the teachers (most of the teachers) who could remember in Jiemin Primary. Miss Lim gave us cookies and she claimed we were having a secret party because we were secretly eating Hui Lin's going-to-be-expired potato chips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that...we went to Northpoint. We wanted to eat MacDonalds so we went there...it was so horrfyingly crowded. So anyway, we say Wilson, Raam, Raymond, Thomas and some other people (can't remember) there! And we just met them in Jiemin like 10 minutes ago...And I met MING SEI! She straightened her hair I think...It didn't use to be so straight. And why is everyone so HORRIFYINGLY TALL! I'M ONLY 163~164CM OK! Used to be one of the tallest but now -_- I don't need to say anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teachers' day celebration at SNGS was...You know what I mean. The teachers and student volunteers on stage playing and I don't know what we were doing. The secondary 1 side was pretty messy so even if I DID concentrate, I DID TRY, I couldn't make out most of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jump back to Jiemin Primary. Today, the new security guard was really nice! He let us in without a moments hesitation. They said Miss Lim told him to let us in. THANK YOU MISS LIM! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now...moving back to Northpoint. So we were at MacDonalds...Cos too crowded so we decided to go to Burger King. Ouside of macs we met a guy called Aaron...I think. They claim it's Kai Lin's BF or something...I don't know...Anyway...we went there...he reminds me of an overgrown Wilson which is so unimaginable 0_0 So anyway...the overgrown Wilson, aka Aaron, was teasing Jia Ee throughout. Saying that the plane to Taiwan would fail to even depart because she's so heavy. That's so mean but admittedly, funny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Le Yan, Emelia, Vernice will be coming over to my house on Tuesday to compose the jingle. Yes yes...whatever...okay people, goodnight a wishing all teachers a very HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY! JIEMIN ROCKS FOREVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-578418569179142478?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/578418569179142478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=578418569179142478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/578418569179142478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/578418569179142478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8710141523447904076</id><published>2008-08-27T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:20:43.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I daresay I'm not making any effort to make the posts more frequent&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, updates on school. Girls' school got a lot of gossips, a lot of problems, a lot of different girls, a lot of different views, a lot of different types of fun, a lot of mixed emotions, a lot of rich kids etc etc. Overall still not THAT comfortable in girls' school but getting used to it and getting used to the different kinds of fun. But I think i'm being influenced...now I want to say something bad bad BAD about people. Must cover my ears...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hohoho...I smsed my brother 4 times regarding the September holidays plans. He must be so angry. Anyway, for the whole September holidays my parents will be somewhere in China. I can't remember where. I never do. And tomorrow we'll get our report books back. *anxious* And the day after tomorrow, JIEMIN PRIMARY HERE I COME. And they ought to let me in SMOOTHLY this time, no quarrels please. I'm the alumna! They CANNOT shut me out again ok! Or I'll write to the Straits Times about being grateful to your teachers and school. Just kidding, but I do hope it goes smoothly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Talking about September holidays, tell me, which part of it looks, sounds or even smells like a holiday. The tests after the holidays are piled a mile high and it's NO EXAGGERRATION. You can go ask anyone in St Nicholas if you don't trust me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah...I haven't gotten any gifts for teachers' day. I think I'll just say thank you for teaching me or something. I'm officially broke -_- And I officially have an officially weird hairstyle ;_; and it's officially the truth. Question of the day: What can be worse than a friend who gossips (not aiming at anyone. It's a sensible riddle.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A friend who says nothing good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Figured out by ********** and ******* Today during English lesson, we had fun testing out the flexibility of our fingers. It was scarily funny. Had to clear the lockers today so...My bag was practically dragging on the floor and I got my dad to come to the canteen to pick it up for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well then, I wish all the teachers and tutors a happy Teachers' Day 2008 and all students to get extra pocket money to buy gifts (in other words, to all parents, I hope you have a super business boom or a promotion) and love you always!&lt;br&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8710141523447904076?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8710141523447904076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8710141523447904076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8710141523447904076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8710141523447904076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-daresay-im-not-making-any-effort-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-360322421382526178</id><published>2008-08-23T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:17:05.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been slacking off again...but holidays start at like...next week. Because St Nicholas 2007 Sec 4 batch O'level results was good so Tuesday next week, 26 August, is off. Hip hip horray. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31st August - 6th September parents will be overseas. As usual, only my bro and I home&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2 days or 3 days ago, 20th or 21st August my dad FINALLY got the permernant car. We sold our car, got a temporary car (which lasted for a week) and now another car -_-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29th August = TEACHER'S DAY CELEBRATION! I'm going back to JIEMIN PRIMARY SCHOOL! JIEMIN I LOVE YOU! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next week is officially horrible.....Last week of school still have TESTS. Anyway, if you want to know my results:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;English: B3&lt;br&gt;HCL: A1&lt;br&gt;Geography: A1 (mosy likely)&lt;br&gt;Lit (EL): A2&lt;br&gt;Math: B4 =(&lt;br&gt;Science: A1&lt;br&gt; DnT: A1&lt;br&gt;Art: 0_0 C6 &lt;strong&gt;C6&lt;/strong&gt; believe it or not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Still left History and Geography (haven't confirm)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;School life is officially tiring and somewhat uninteresting...No playing, no BOYS, no holiday, so many tests, Third Language is draining me but cannot quit, must persevere! Teachers are 50/50 (good and bad) Friendship is rocky because I said bad things about someone and I promise you I apologised like at least 25 times in bed and I couldn't sleep. I don't know why I said anything in the first place!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even though you do not know who you are, I apologise to the person I gossiped about. I'm really really sorry. It's just...I blurted out before thinking. You can slap me if you like...I deserve it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy early holidays and early Teacher's Day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Toshiko/Megan/俐嫺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-360322421382526178?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/360322421382526178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=360322421382526178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/360322421382526178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/360322421382526178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-869653687618900992</id><published>2008-08-07T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:17:25.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haven't been posting for a while...actually a LONG while. Sorry about that. Tomorrow's National Day Celebration and the day for our Science Mini Task! I fell asleep during the 1 hour free period today. I even dreamt but I can't remember what it was about. It's raining now at 22:05 so it's really nice to sleep. Been really tired these days and my mood isn't too good either. Sorry, one of those days where you just don't feel bright. I wonder if someone will actually feign illness and not go tomorrow cause' it'll be pretty hot and I bet I'll be down with a fever for the next 5 days at least. Immune system is DOWN because of the weather. Fall sick easily, especially stomachache, headache and slight flu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feigning illness is so tempting when we're going to stand for about 3 hours under the sun without any shade and little water and holding hands. I'd better bring sunblock, extra water and a cap to prevent any high fever sort of thing. It's not fun, especially when one has a busy week up ahead. Of course I won't feign illness though. It's just morally wrong. I think there'll definitely be some people fainting tomorrow. It always happens. Therefore, I wish everyone good health and take care of yourselves. Even though now you may think that falling sick is more fun than standing under the sun for I-don't-know-how-long, it's still important to keep healthy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope tomorrow will be a success because I don't want our efforts to go down the drain. And today, I gossiped about someone. Even though that someone doesn't know who she is, I want to apologise. I didn't check properly and I realised you helped me. So I'm sorry. I only gossiped with one person so I'll tell that person to forget it. I'm really sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakul, HAPPY BIRTHDAY and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love you lots!&lt;br&gt;Toshiko・利子・リー.リ.シヤン.メガン・Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-869653687618900992?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/869653687618900992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=869653687618900992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/869653687618900992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/869653687618900992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-guys-havent-been-posting-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7811924266833684510</id><published>2008-07-22T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:44:56.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>おはいよございます! 我今天又怎么样啦？&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;今天科学来了一位新老师，刘老师。他是从NUS毕业的。这几天一直用华文跟你们谈，你们不会觉得无聊吧？好啦！那些想读英语的人。。。我一把这段话番禺城英文。不错吧？多感谢我。。。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;这几天我比较忙，因此头疼了。倒霉。。。对了，父母都帮我买了Narnia给我。因该有$30++吧。算已满便宜了。好啦，拜拜！俐娴向您说再见！&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;おはいよございます！What's up with me now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For Science, a new teacher was present today. His name is...Mr Liew(??) and heard he graduated from NUS. I've been conversing with you guys using Chinese these few days...I hope you won't feel that this is rediculous...But anyway, for those who like English, this translation's here! Thank me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been pretty busy these few days...Splitting headache...And my parents bought Narnia for me. I think it costs over $30. It's actually quite cheap for 7 books. ok! I'll say bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7811924266833684510?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7811924266833684510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7811924266833684510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7811924266833684510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7811924266833684510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/07/nus-narnia30-whats-up-with-me-now-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3117720989379324598</id><published>2008-07-19T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:18:45.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello everybody!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been ages (something like that) since I've posted. I've decided that since I'm bilingual, I should make some use of my Chinese so I've done a rough translation of this post below. These few days I've been pretty slack...Been on the computer for ages. But it's also refreshing...I suppose. So anyway, everyone...enjoy my horrible Chinese translation&gt;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;大家好！&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;好久没见面了！我决定，因为我也是个华人。。。所以该多用华文才行。这几天我好懒哦！一直上电脑。。。但我也觉得这满新鲜的！大家。。。希望您能明白我。。。那么差的华文。。。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;好了！俐娴要跟你说拜拜了！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3117720989379324598?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3117720989379324598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3117720989379324598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3117720989379324598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3117720989379324598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-4696503547621125107</id><published>2008-07-13T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:10:46.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;大家好，我是俐娴。抱歉，好久没上网了。。。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;你们一定觉得好奇怪，为什么今天我突然用中文。因为。。。我是华人！！！！hohohohoho数学考试将来临。。。我已努力了！加油！明天是第三语文的e-learning说一明天早一点儿回来。=）说来说去。。。我这几天究竟干了什么？这几天很迟才回到家，所以回来就读书然后睡觉。累死我了！&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;你知道吗？我们换坐位了。现在。。。我跟Joy坐在一起。其实这也满好的。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;几天前的PE可我突然生病了。。。站不起来。对不起，让大家操心了。抱歉。其实也没什么，因为我一下子就没事了。这几天心情不太好，说起话来可能有点。。。。。。总之，如果我又得罪你的话，请不要放在心上，原谅我哦。拿今天就说到这儿。再见！&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;祝你们学习/工作愉快!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-4696503547621125107?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/4696503547621125107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=4696503547621125107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4696503547621125107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/4696503547621125107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/07/hohohohohoe-learning-joy-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3819250130377497387</id><published>2008-07-03T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:15:21.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I feel guilty for loads of stuff:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have been pretty rude to people lately...like what Vernice claims I peak at her letter, I called Eme and Elephant, Le Yan kelp, Gee Kit giraffe, Claudia zebra and myself monkey...I AM SORRY! I ought to give a proper explanation...erm...well...because I've been studying like a crazy person these few days I think I forgot myself...sorry!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm also guilty for NOT UPDATING MY BLOG. Sorry...didn't feel like it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall...I've sinned a hundred times and I apologise...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3819250130377497387?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3819250130377497387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3819250130377497387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3819250130377497387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3819250130377497387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-guilty-for-loads-of-stuff-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-1721148159622466100</id><published>2008-06-05T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:22:38.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Second post of the day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May I announce to all who think I'm a brother complex...actually quite a few people. Anyway, brother complex means to have romantic feelings towards your brother. I DO NOT HAVE A BROTHER COMPLEX. We're just close. Understand? Understand? ANSWER ME! I must be insane...=_=&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, fine, said all I wanted...I DO NOT HAVE A BROTHER COMPLEX. Oh ya...if you find me on FACEBOOK you'll see my brother as well. Click on his link and you'll see a real big picture of him in my pinnafore...SOLO. So...have fun! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-1721148159622466100?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/1721148159622466100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=1721148159622466100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1721148159622466100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/1721148159622466100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/06/second-post-of-day-may-i-announce-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5655201288485008015</id><published>2008-06-05T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:05:01.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hohoho...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In case you're wondering what happened to my reflection...I DELETED IT TO PREVENT ANY COPYING&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Going overseas from tomorrow to the 11th so DO NOT CALL OR SMS PLEASE. And...some people are asking me about my results so:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Math: A1&lt;br&gt;Science:A1&lt;br&gt;English:A2&lt;br&gt;History:A2&lt;br&gt;DnT: A2&lt;br&gt;Geog: A1&lt;br&gt;Higher Chinese: A1&lt;br&gt;Lit: A2&lt;br&gt;Art: B4&lt;br&gt;MSG: 1.7+&lt;br&gt;Avr: 74.9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Erm...what else is there to say? Oh yah, Wilson MSN is up! His new address is the Faith something something. He put his name there so...Hahas. Hemhem, I've just completed all my homework except for the Chinese Cinderella thing where we have to write the summary or whatever for every chapter. I think I'll do it overseas. Hohos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quick update on my pets: MY GUINEA PIG IS INJURED! Some abrasion on the foot and terrible inflammation. So he's taking medicine through a SRYINGE. Been feeding him every morning and night. I'm really sleepy. Brother coming back from Thailand today. Poor boy...Coming back at 12+am later and leaving for our family trip at like...6.10am tomorrow morning. Like...4 hours of sleep. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Our grandma is coming along with us for the tour. Well...bit squeezy there but it's fine. Filial piety ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Snooze...I'm watching about 50+ anime episodes per day. Just finished Kyou Kara Maou until the current episode. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;okay...about 2104 now so bye!&lt;br&gt;Toshiko &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5655201288485008015?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5655201288485008015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5655201288485008015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5655201288485008015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5655201288485008015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/06/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-2183204933113644615</id><published>2008-05-18T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:47:54.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Had class gathering yesterday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went at 5 p.m. with my mom. There, I met Wilson, Jia Ee, Raam, Nakul, Taurun (Nakul's brother. I don't know how to spell his name) Kai Xuan, Hui Lin, Joey, Zara (came later) Zhang Ying, Anastasia, Jie Ling, Lydia, Raymond, Thomas, Zhong Sheng, Arvind, Jia Ee's brother and some others. I'm not too clear who. And some guest-of-honour, Jia Ee's brother's teacher, PeiShan Jie Jie. I won't say anything about her cause well...don't know her well and stuff like that. Go check 6 Care blog for more info. Anyway, Wilson had to go off first because his mother did not want him to stay too long. And SOMEONE said '他妈妈好凶哦！留一下子也不可以！什么。。。。。。' I don't remember anything more. Wasn't really paying attention. Anyway, I didn't get much time to talk to Wilson. Although he DID call Jia Ee a couple of times to thank me for coming blah blah blah. So touched. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't want another BBQ for the gaathering. We needed ADULT supervision, need to spend A LOT OF $$$, got butter on my clothers, nearly burnt my hands, got teary-eyed. I'm not saying I don't like BBQ though. I don't mind it but I don't really think it's suitable because we spent about FIFTY-FIVE DOLLARS. That's like my one month's spenditure. Really tired when I came home and slept at 12am+ cause I reached home pretty late and used the computer for a while :D I really like having class gathering though. And [ I a d m i t t h a t I l o v e y o u ]  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-2183204933113644615?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/2183204933113644615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=2183204933113644615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2183204933113644615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/2183204933113644615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-class-gathering-yesterday-i-went-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5346701005545546897</id><published>2008-05-16T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:23:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Praise me. I finally updated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Frankly, my blog is quite dead. But don't worry...I won't shut it down. I've no motivation to do so. Exams FINALLY OVER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And quite bluntly, I've nothing I want to say. I'll tell you my marks after I get back my history and math. okok&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5346701005545546897?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5346701005545546897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5346701005545546897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5346701005545546897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5346701005545546897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/05/praise-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5961949347243550534</id><published>2008-05-01T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:54:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love Pheo's tag&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today is...LABOUR DAY! But who cares...Tomorrow there's 2 tests. Here's the question: Why can't labour day be on Friday instead? I mean...Makes no sense having Thursday an off day and the next day back to school with TESTS. NAPFA was fun though. Wouldn't mind training with them if I could. And...Here's the big announcement: I'VE FINALLY ADDED NEW LINKS! HIP HIP HORRAY! It's an ENORMOUS achievement! I've never really bothered updating the links because my sausage-like (not really) fingers just wouldn't press the 'template' button out of laziness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hm...I BOUGHT A MILK BOTTLE FOR MYSELF. I know I sound insane but I'm really, really immature. Till now I still use the milk bottle. My brother nearly fainted when he saw me drinking it. Love my bro, he's adorable when he just looked at me with a 'HUH?' expression. K bro? I praised you. Must treat me nicer! (not saying you're not treating me nicely. Don't misunderstand) Hmm...The other day my parents were discussing with me who should get more money. (It was hilarious) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dad: If you had $5, you should give $3 to me because I pick you up from school, fix things for you, buy things for you, clean your room for you, bring you out to jalan jalan&lt;br&gt;Mum: It should go to me because I clean your clothes, I talk you. Emotional support (or something like that)&lt;br&gt;Dad: I sing to you, I read stories to you.I talk about interllectual stuff to you.&lt;br&gt;Mum: Intellectual? I also!&lt;br&gt;Dad: No you don't&lt;br&gt;Me: Deeda (dad)...aren't you implying that meema(mum) is dumb to the extent you can't talk to her about intellectual stuff?&lt;br&gt;Dad: -silence-&lt;br&gt;Mum: HA! So you think I'm too dumb is it?&lt;br&gt;Dad: No! I talk about the pricing of eggs and rice with you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; It was so so so so so so so funny!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5961949347243550534?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5961949347243550534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5961949347243550534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5961949347243550534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5961949347243550534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-pheos-tag-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-607969387383642915</id><published>2008-04-23T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:27:20.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I dare say I've not posted for ages.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And during this time, I've found myself having this very special ability of SLEEPING WHILST STANDING. I was putting a few books back on the shelf the other day and I though "Oh how nice it would be to sleep now." So I leaned against the shelf and fell asleep just like that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'll be representing the school in scrabble competition so I'm practising quite hard. Good thing is: NO SCHOOL TOMORROW BECAUSE OF E-LEARNING. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know my blog is 'dead' but it's because I've been too busy to update it lately. Well, Bye Bye everyone!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Toshiko [ t o y o u w h o m I h a t e s o m u c h]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-607969387383642915?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/607969387383642915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=607969387383642915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/607969387383642915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/607969387383642915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dare-say-ive-not-posted-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-767461346532606492</id><published>2008-03-31T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:18:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been updating for so long.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been busy writing my short story (not exactly short) for the Chinese competition. So far, I've wrote about 11 pages and about 2000+ words. *dies dramatically*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FIESTA is finally over. To tell you the truth, I've seen a lot of sides of people because of the FIESTA. It is pretty interesting really. Hohoho. You know, I never knew that my parents released birds for me when I was younger. My mum bets that they released over 10 birds. And I always thought it was illegal...But I suppose if it's for religious reasons then it's fine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps my close primary school friends may have noticed but I THINK WILSON WONG IS IGNORING ME. =`( Although it won't exactly be the first time but...He was the one who said 'Stop ignoring me, ok? I hate people to ignore me.' And now he's ignoring me. Waaaaaaaaaaaah. I don't remember annoying him or anything though. SO DON'T IGNORE ME OK. I feel like I've done something very wrong to him, but I don't know what...*guilty* I want to cry...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm...Let's see...Kanako and Vernice have been crazy over La Corda D'Oro and I feel so bad because I WAS THE ONE WHO INTRODUCED IT TO THEM. *smacks myself in the face* Oh well...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye bye everyone! And remember: Don't ignore anyone because it'll make that person feel really bad!&lt;br&gt;Toshiko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-767461346532606492?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/767461346532606492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=767461346532606492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/767461346532606492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/767461346532606492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sorry-i-havent-been-updating-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-9220165661623874956</id><published>2008-03-20T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:09:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donuts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've changed my blogskins to one of my most favourite food: Donuts!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Crunchy Donut is really really really nice. I love the Oreo donuts best. Anyway, today there was scrabble training and they gave us a list of names and their meanings. &lt;br&gt;NOTE: PLEASE READ THIS WITH AND OPEN MIND AND JUST TAKE THIS AS A JOKE. DO NOT TAKE THIS TO HEART. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS, PLEASE INFORM ME VIA MSN OR SMS OR TAGBOARD IT AND I WILL TAKE IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY. THE FASTEST IS VIA SMS BECAUSE I DON'T COME ON THE COMPUTER EVERYDAY.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Names:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fanny: The buttock&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John: The toilet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teddy: Women's undergarments&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grace: To give beauty to&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clemet: Merciful&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gene: A hereditary component&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's pretty interesting isn't it. As I said, I wish for all of you NOT to go around spreading some weird rumours. I did this purely for fun and I think all the names up there are beautiful names, not the meanings, but the beauty of the person blessed with those names. Each of them has their own qualities so I wish for you not to take these names to hear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Toshiko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-9220165661623874956?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/9220165661623874956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=9220165661623874956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/9220165661623874956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/9220165661623874956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/03/donuts-ive-changed-my-blogskins-to-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-5746134357654261299</id><published>2008-03-13T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:48:31.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~The Man I Met with Great Displeasure aka The Mad Man I Call Him~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just came back and I'm still fuming! Story starts like this: Today, at around 1.10pm at Causeway Point (Woodlands) after enjoying this delightful meal at KFC with Kanako-chan, we were throwing away our food. Because Kanako-chan was already outside, I, being a very rushed person, hurriedly went after her. I, being a very clumsy person, accidently bumped into someone on his elbow. I turned around, waved my hand, said 'Oh my, I'm so sorry!' and hurriedly ran out. I met up with Kanako and we were going to find Mini Toons when suddenly...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Someone: Oi girl! Girl!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me (thinking): Is someone calling me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I shrugged is off and carried on walking...Then, SOME GUY WHACKED MY ELBOW AND GRABBED MY HAND&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Do I know you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The man: YOU KNOCK OVER ME DIDN'T SAY SORRY! YOU MUST SAY SORRY YOU KNOW!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello...He was YELLING IN A EXTREMELY CROWDED SHOPPING MALL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Erm...I did say sorry. If you didn't hear me, SORRY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And people were staring. He stared at me in the eye and I stared back angrily. EVEN IF I KNOCKED INTO YOU, YOU HAVE COMPLETELY NO RIGHTS TO WHACK ME! THAT HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PERSON! HE WAS AT LEAST 32! HELLO! CHILDISH CHILDISH CHILDISH! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I mean...even if I knocked into you, you could have just came over and told me quietly, 'Please apologise.' I would have done that gladly. Lesson learnt: NEXT TIME YOU WANT TO YELL AT SOMEONE IN PUBLIC, CHECK YOUR EARS FIRST TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT DEAF! MAKE SURE YOUR HEARING IS 100% CORRECT! Geez...Now I'm fuming...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Takes a deep breath and calms down* Anyway, last day of CIP in Woodlands Regional Library! I found a bento boxes book. Three Cheers! Oh and Kanako, I agree with you! That person was a bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *screams and throws books in the air* AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-5746134357654261299?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/5746134357654261299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=5746134357654261299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5746134357654261299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/5746134357654261299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-came-back-and-im-still-fuming.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-7730934102171016162</id><published>2008-03-10T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:41:55.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Due to people's request, I WILL BLOG MORE!!!!!! TO THE CONSERVATION OF MY BLOG! (What am I saying?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ahem. Let's see...What happened over the past few days? Oh right. It's finally that holidays but it's not exactly the holidays either...I'm busy every single day and I'm exhausted really. Hem Hem. Let's see...I've started to continue to read Ouran High School Host Club manga again but why isn't it being uploaded?! I want Chapter 59, or is it 60?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I met Daryl and Xing Po (ex-6care-classmates) the other day. Ahahahas. Daryl has really grown a lot. And the class gathering the other day was pretty fun. Thank you everyone!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They say that the first thing you need to do in order to truely understand the meaning of life is to make a list of what you want. So I'll list it down. But I've so many things I want. I think I'm being really selfish, don't you think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Things that I want:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I would want more sashimi!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to get higher scores!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to make more friends!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to get all my CIP points!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want people to understand me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to stop being so selfish&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to treasure my life more&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to treasure people around me more&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to learn to control myself more&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't want to cry anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to love my brother more&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to be more cool-tempered&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to really define the meaning of 'family' and 'friends'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to find my life-long friend&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to be able to have a family when I grow up. And I'll live with my parents, and maybe my brother&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to express my gratitude to my parents&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to remember all the friends I've made&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to become a more useful person&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm being really selfish aren't I? I'm only thinking of myself and not about others. Somehow I feel pretty ashamed of myself. *blush* I think this is quite a long post isn't it? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;Toshiko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-7730934102171016162?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/7730934102171016162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=7730934102171016162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7730934102171016162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/7730934102171016162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/03/due-to-peoples-request-i-will-blog-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6733625882575691903</id><published>2008-02-26T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:59:43.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi There!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I heard that there'll be a reunion for 6 Care 07' this Saturday! If you see me there...Don't laugh just because I cut my hair. Thank you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today we had THE meeting with Mr Tan, discussing about the problems we face in carrying out our duties. No comment about that. And we have a Japanese Quiz tomorrow but I have no idea what we're tested on. Relief Teacher did not tell us ANYTHING AT ALL. You know...I just realised something really weird. Well let's just say that I had this very VERY major crush sometime and well, obviously we stopped it after this BIG quarrel and now I realise that XXX likes me. Though I'll be listening to my girlfriends' advise and say 'friends forever, k?' I feel so bad...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today upon discussing the class Tee, let's just say something unpleasant happened amongst the monitors. It's so saddening...And today we had PE, relay run and I tell you I'M SO BREATHLESS UNTIL I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO FAINT even though I just ran 100m...My stamina is seriously getting worse...So I was in this daze mood for the whole day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take care!&lt;br&gt;Toshiko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6733625882575691903?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6733625882575691903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6733625882575691903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6733625882575691903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6733625882575691903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-there-i-heard-that-therell-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6020537027858311437</id><published>2008-02-16T16:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:43:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7awPi8bn0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/aXG-7uc3eJc/s1600-h/P1040669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7awPi8bn0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/aXG-7uc3eJc/s320/P1040669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167511403579023170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookies!
&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7avuC8bnzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YXzkxChO4AU/s1600-h/P1040665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7avuC8bnzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YXzkxChO4AU/s320/P1040665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167510828053405490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Valentine's Day present! His name is Cookies!!!!! The rose is my brother's present.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7avUC8bnyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/l0JVAipMjdo/s1600-h/P1040659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7avUC8bnyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/l0JVAipMjdo/s320/P1040659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167510381376806690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in my new clothes&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7au4y8bnxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3ZL1I3A90Jo/s1600-h/P1040647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7au4y8bnxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3ZL1I3A90Jo/s320/P1040647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167509913225371410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dearest pet's birthday.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7auQS8bnwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5Xsm_ekiwlw/s1600-h/P1040615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7auQS8bnwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5Xsm_ekiwlw/s320/P1040615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167509217440669442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's cute isn't she?! I'm not sure if she's my cousin or just some relative's friend...I didn't keep check.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7atzS8bnvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jbWvcqdIdkI/s1600-h/P1040579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7atzS8bnvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jbWvcqdIdkI/s320/P1040579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167508719224463090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at our christmas tree with only 1/4 of the presents!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7as6C8bnuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_5lnMlG2ccE/s1600-h/P1040573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7as6C8bnuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_5lnMlG2ccE/s320/P1040573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167507735676952290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favourites. My brother in my pinnafore. With me behind&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7ashC8bntI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A2UPyKPbeKk/s1600-h/P1040565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7ashC8bntI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A2UPyKPbeKk/s320/P1040565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167507306180222674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from our hotel in M'sia&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7asGy8bnsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OdG7SwgZ3Ag/s1600-h/P1040559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7asGy8bnsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OdG7SwgZ3Ag/s320/P1040559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167506855208656578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm...this should be me lying on my brother in M'sia&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7arnC8bnrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RxSgLlqdSW0/s1600-h/P1040554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7arnC8bnrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RxSgLlqdSW0/s320/P1040554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167506309747809970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo of us in MidValley Mega Mall I think&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7aqxi8bnqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9I2k6l22ygw/s1600-h/P1040549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7aqxi8bnqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9I2k6l22ygw/s320/P1040549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167505390624808610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo of my brother and I eating in the stop point at AnW in M'sia&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Birthday was over 3 days ago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I'm suffering from some serious fatigue...I can fall asleep all over the place and I don't think I want to take part in MPE (Mass PE) anymore...It's killing me. When I get back from MPE, my legs won't even move and my hands start trembling all over the place. I'm seriously tired. I woke up at 7.30, went to sleep at 11 last night and slept at 2p.m. to 4 p.m. just now and I sleep in class. Got to be attentive!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For an updates on my academic results, I scored full marks in History, 13/15 for Litriture, 25/30 for Higher Chinese, 11.5/20 for Physics (I stink at this kind of mathecatical stuff. I even failed in PRIMARY SCHOOL which is unbelievable. Major improvement.) Failed English, then again, only 7 people passed so I'm not bad...And we just had a Geography test but i mixed up the continents! Darn...Don't want to bet on that one first.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On Monday will be NAPFA mock test so I'll be the time keeper and stuff like that again since I don't take NAPFA. Work has been piling up these days though. And I wonder if I did something wrong but...Mr Tan keeps staring at me as if I did something wrong and I get quite worried. Oh, for valentine's day, I received a cute teddy bear! I'll see if I can post it...it should be on top...is it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6020537027858311437?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6020537027858311437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6020537027858311437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6020537027858311437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6020537027858311437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/02/cookies-this-is-my-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/R7awPi8bn0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/aXG-7uc3eJc/s72-c/P1040669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-3771781201448596694</id><published>2008-02-10T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:58:20.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Count down to Birthday: 2 days&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, I had my first tiff with my dad. It all started at 8.10 a.m. this morning. Well...for a start, I have my music lessons at 9.30a.m. so I went to the room and called them since we had to leave by 9. So, I went in to call them, but they did not hear me, I think. So I left. Then at 8.30a.m., I realised what time it was and went to call them up again. When they found out, DAD STARTED REPRIMANDING ME. Reason? For calling them up this late. There was still half an hour! So on the car there, he kept saying how selfish I was to not put any effort into calling them up...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And till now, he wouldn't speak to me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was not entirely my fault...he didn't wake up when I first called him and he had to reprimand me, there was not even a 'sorry for not hearing you'. This is the first time I've not talked to my dad for more than 2 hours. He keeps ignoring me, I think. I suppose it's not entirely his fault either...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Toshiko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-3771781201448596694?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/3771781201448596694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=3771781201448596694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3771781201448596694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/3771781201448596694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/02/count-down-to-birthday-2-days-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-8137799000485031346</id><published>2008-02-09T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:17:08.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another 3 days to my birthday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The other day, on the 5th, we went back to our Primary School only to experience great dissappointment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Hi, erm...can we...&lt;br&gt;Security Guard: You're not allowed in.&lt;br&gt;Me: Oh, but we just needed to sign this form. It's to make sure we came back to school.&lt;br&gt;Security Guard: Come back another day. &lt;br&gt;Me: But we need to sign this by today.&lt;br&gt;Security Guard: You're not allowed. Now please leave&lt;br&gt;Me: But we need to sign this.&lt;br&gt;Zhang Ying: If not we'll be punished.&lt;br&gt;Security Guard: You'll not be punished. Now leave. You're already secondary school students. I said LEAVE! &lt;br&gt;Me: (thinking: we really need to do this so why don't you just be quiet)But we need to sign this. It's urgent.&lt;br&gt;Security Guard: You're blocking the way. I SAID LEAVE!&lt;br&gt;Zhang Ying: Then can you let me throw this away in the dustbin? (holding up a plastic cup)&lt;br&gt;Security Guard: Why do you need to throw it? Just leave ok. Come back tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;Me: What about our form?&lt;br&gt; Security Guard: I can't help you.&lt;br&gt;Me: Oh yes you can. Just help us sign this.&lt;br&gt;Security Guard: Leave right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's wrong with signing a form anyway? All I wanted was for her to sign and we'd leave. And this stubborn person would not listen. So in the end, my mother had to call up the school and the OM had to come out to sign it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know that she was just doing her job but she should let us in to sign the form and we'd leave right? I really think we ought to work something out. Our Secondary School let us go back for a simple reason: To express gratitude to our school. And what does out Primary School do? They refuse to let us in even after we explained.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suppose I can't blame her but...Well...People need to be flexible. Don't get me wrong. I'm not blaming her, just venting out my frustrations. I'm pretty sure that if I were her, I would do the same as well. So she was just doing her job. hahas...Ok folks, that's all for today!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Toshiko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-8137799000485031346?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/8137799000485031346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=8137799000485031346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8137799000485031346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/8137799000485031346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-3-days-to-my-birthday-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827378752130194073.post-6150382682909343304</id><published>2008-02-02T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:43:05.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Count down to birthday: 10 days&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's pretty sad really, why St Nicholas doesn't allow us to wear earrings. I've been wanting another pierce for about a year now. I've got one ear ring on each ear and I want another one on each ear. I think that it'll look quite nice, although I'm not the type that wants too many holes. 2 holes on each ear is enough. So I've decided that once I'm legal to work, like after my O levels or during the Sec 3 break, I'll go and work during Sec 3 to get a ear pierce and save up the extra money and work during Sec 4 break to get a pair of contact lenses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So in other words, I'll be using my own money. Actually I can fairly well beg for another pierce and I'm pretty sure my parents would try and allow it but I decided it was of not much use really. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh right, for my birthday present, mum got me a necklace that was made in Korea. It has 2 hearts and is diamond coated. I saw it the other day somewhere in Causeway Point (I was out with my family) and mum decided that it looked pretty nice so she bought it for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The one thing I really like is manga. I think the drawing style is pretty nice and the storyline is way better than those like Tin Tin or Astrix because those are about adventure and stuff like that. It's not really my type. And somehow, all the Shoujo Manga guys look really hot. Hahas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wishing myself a happy birthday in 10 days time&lt;br&gt;Toshiko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827378752130194073-6150382682909343304?l=ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/feeds/6150382682909343304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8827378752130194073&amp;postID=6150382682909343304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6150382682909343304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827378752130194073/posts/default/6150382682909343304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipenshindemiru.blogspot.com/2008/02/count-down-to-birthday-10-days-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083610297118508843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCJ8frigqaE/SROaKPoObFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZGX2eToLRI/S220/hotcross+bun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
