<?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-203186637384971913</id><updated>2011-12-31T16:38:13.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spongebob&amp;patrick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-9108209889410564708</id><published>2011-12-31T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:38:13.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting my blessings.</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again. Looking back, the 3 major events that took place in 2011 are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The fact that I am in my dream school and doing what I love now was once unimaginable. &lt;br /&gt;2) I also fulfilled my first ever childhood dream as a teacher by taking on tuition.&lt;br /&gt;3) Finally, I have started volunteering, something which I have held back for quite awhile now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything sounds like rainbows and butterflies because I choose to view them as that. There are so many down-sides with regards to the 3 things I have mentioned but I try to leave them aside after I whine about it. Simply because, every thing in life has its ups and downs. If I were to focus too much on the downs, I might eventually lose sight of what I really want and that is precisely what makes people upset with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That been said, it does not mean that life has gotten better from the past. There are so many things from the past that I wish I can take on again or simply people I wish to talk to. Likewise, there are also really depressing things that I wish to erase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, it's never good to dwell on the past. That is why I have become determined through the past year to make the best of what I have and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I sound so optimistic? Simply because I don't know how long this determination can last once I graduate from university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lyrics go: "Tonight, we are young, so let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-9108209889410564708?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9108209889410564708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=9108209889410564708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/9108209889410564708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/9108209889410564708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my blessings.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-321942919547958476</id><published>2011-12-20T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:20:46.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying your very best.</title><content type='html'>Today I learnt a valuable lesson, trying your best does not equate to results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort: A+&lt;br /&gt;Expectation: B+&lt;br /&gt;Reality: You know the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people say that the bell curve really doesn't affect you much if you are in the lower region, but honestly, given the same paper again to try my best at it, I will still produce this same piece of work. This thus proves my point that my best is just utter nonsense in comparison to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sad or anything, rather, I will continue to do my very best for the future semesters to come in hope of pulling up my CAP. Otherwise, I will always bear in mind that it's more important for me to enjoy the learning process, as naive as that sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-321942919547958476?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/321942919547958476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=321942919547958476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/321942919547958476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/321942919547958476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/trying-your-very-best.html' title='Trying your very best.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6360810343020157580</id><published>2011-11-26T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:12:48.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I survived the war.</title><content type='html'>Time flies and I have now survived year 1 sem 1. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's really much easier because of the presence of people taking some similar modules with me. This also spells death for me in the future semesters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The toughest period is definitely the period of assignments and projects. Ironically, examinations are really not that bad. But of course, I am speaking from someone who has thinking papers rather than regurgitation papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will I fare for my first semester? I guess I am rather satisfied with my performance in the finals but I could definitely have done better in my mid-terms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say right now is really that I have definitely done myself proud for putting in my very best and I believe results will show. Despite some slight unhappiness with the grading of a certain module, I am thankful for the more forgiving and reasonable grades in the other modules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, I will never know until the 20th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least for now, let me breathe liberation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6360810343020157580?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6360810343020157580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6360810343020157580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6360810343020157580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6360810343020157580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-i-survived-war.html' title='How I survived the war.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-5992839535873632265</id><published>2011-08-31T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:27:36.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of something new.</title><content type='html'>After 4 weeks of school in NUS, I've somewhat integrated myself into the school itself. In saying so, I don't mean that I've completely accepted the culture, neither am I saying that I've become one of them. To put it in a simpler way, I guess it just means that I no longer have that nervous feeling every time I enter the campus. (Why that took me awhile)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as that sounds comforting, certain parts of me still needs quite a lot of adjusting. For one - the fact that I am surrounded by people who are extremely good in their English language still gives me the jitters when I meet new people. That's actually a huge problem for me seeing how many new friends I am constantly making. (Well because when I meet new people, I am always afraid that they might look down on me due to my language.) The thing about being in arts is that no one has really declared a major yet and so every tutorial session is like a mass adding of contact numbers and memorizing of names/faces. This also means that I don't have fixed classmates and thus I am often alone during my breaks. Nevertheless I'm not complaining, I guess it is a nice balance to my life now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Workload wise, I have really nothing much to complain. I finally understand the dilemma people have whenever questions like "Is University life more stressful than A' Levels?" are thrown at them because it is really personal choice. Do you want to be an overachiever or do you only want to live your life and pray that you will scrap your CAP to graduate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course for me, there's really no choice. I do not strive/aim nor do I have the capacity to be an overachiever. However, I have to put in extra effort just so I can (hopefully) remain as an average B student. Nevertheless, this is not A'Levels and therefore I am currently trying my very best to achieve a meaningful university life, so far it's been tiring, but I will work hard at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I can really feel myself becoming knowledgeable (partly of course because I never had the motivation to read the Encyclopedia from young), which is really heartening for me. I feel a sense of liberation because it's been years since I've felt like I'm really learning. This makes me realize just how many years I have spent living as a sponge (pun intended) who merely absorbs whatever gets thrown at me without any sense of enlightenment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope things stay the way it is right now and that this passion for learning never dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-5992839535873632265?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5992839535873632265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=5992839535873632265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5992839535873632265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5992839535873632265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/08/start-of-something-new.html' title='The start of something new.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3082977033803382360</id><published>2011-08-06T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:08:53.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday, just someday.</title><content type='html'>School's finally going to start, this is when my nervousness starts to set in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will and I must pull through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3082977033803382360?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3082977033803382360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3082977033803382360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3082977033803382360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3082977033803382360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/08/someday-just-someday.html' title='Someday, just someday.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-759958985752395876</id><published>2011-08-05T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:06:06.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity begets tranquility.</title><content type='html'>Finally, after so many freaking nerve-wrecking rounds, I've managed to settle my modules. Of course, the plan is completely different from my ideal plan, nevertheless I will take things in stride and see this as an opportunity. Who knows - I might find my interest elsewhere, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week has been an emotional roller-coaster ride for me largely due to school matters. One day my plan is settled, another day my plan is completely ruined. Some days I try to step out of my comfort zone to meet new people as well as know more about my new acquaintances, and others, I just feel like going back into my comfort zone and staying there forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I keep asking myself the big question: Who am I? Like everyone else, I am bewildered and at the same time amused at how I can be stumped at a 3-words question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of times I ask myself, just what am I trying to achieve? Am I really genuinely knowing people or am I just doing what society wants me to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I must say that after knowing more new people this week, I realized how much more comfortable I am with the people I just knew a month ago. However, there is still this.. barrier, my personal barrier. It's like the more they understand how sometimes I need/want to be very quiet and very alone, the more I feel pressurized to want to keep up with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I just have this feeling that I will end up alone in this whole new world. Not that I dislike it or wish to break out of it but rather, my heart wants me to stay this way because that's when it's comfortable - especially with people I just met. I guess my heart just likes to stay safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is what they call the one of many problems I will face in the years to come. After all, we are now at the age where we've all faced bullshit in one way or another in our previous years, therefore, it is more likely that people are going to become more straightforward in dealing with things they can't tolerate - resulting in a lot of bloodshed and tear-shed. Likewise, there will also be a lot of performances and acts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't and I won't say for sure that I will not involve myself in any of all these nonsense. All I can do is hope that I can stay focused as much as possible in my studies rather than all the drama around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, "dancing" to Super Junior's new song does keeps me optimistic. After all, life is too short for me to worry too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey I'm Mr. Simple~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-759958985752395876?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/759958985752395876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=759958985752395876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/759958985752395876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/759958985752395876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/08/simplicity-begets-tranquility.html' title='Simplicity begets tranquility.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6185476995308612132</id><published>2011-07-31T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:48:41.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, hope &amp; determination.</title><content type='html'>Please give me what I want, now that I've given up on so many things. Even if I am given the opportunity to take them, I will not. Because I am willing to give up my space to people who are desperately in need of the space. Just like how badly I need that one particular mod.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I guess I'll have to work really hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay, I've always believed that slow and steady wins the race. I may start out slow and weak, eventually I'll be strong enough to carry the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crashing o-week tomorrow. I am willing to play any childish games, just not anything to do with my weight issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insecurities, ay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6185476995308612132?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6185476995308612132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6185476995308612132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6185476995308612132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6185476995308612132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/07/faith-hope-determination.html' title='Faith, hope &amp; determination.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-4217505255162124777</id><published>2011-07-30T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:11:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open heart, open mind and open eyes.</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been thinking a lot, a lot more than usual now that university is really starting. Due to my overthinking, I have been sleeping late and waking up early.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I been thinking of? Well basically, I've been thinking of how I'd like to live my university life. Initially, I had so much reservation about going for camps, due to my insecurities and stuff. However, after talking to several people and thinking through thoroughly, I came to a decision to keep an open heart and an open mind to put aside all these insecurities and just have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, just when I am about to go there 100% willingly, something happened. Something completely unexpected happened and I am right here, worrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I shouldn't let this hold me back, but in a way, now my future is at stake. And I want to make sure I get it right. Afterall, this is only my first attempt in NUS and the system has already failed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it worse, I feel so.. alone. I feel like I am the only one going through this and everyone around me is happily jumping around and just.. making the best of their days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whereas me? I have lost count how many times I looked through each and every module available, each and every archive as well as how many times I have replanned my timetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I have to end up taking things that I'm not confident in, such as english literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-4217505255162124777?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4217505255162124777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=4217505255162124777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4217505255162124777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4217505255162124777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/07/open-heart-open-mind-and-open-eyes.html' title='Open heart, open mind and open eyes.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-2604169519305322984</id><published>2011-07-18T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:43:49.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le sigh.</title><content type='html'>Every problem has a solution. If there's no solution, then it is not a problem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-2604169519305322984?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2604169519305322984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=2604169519305322984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2604169519305322984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2604169519305322984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/07/le-sigh.html' title='Le sigh.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6912816088643092830</id><published>2011-06-17T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T22:55:42.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward.</title><content type='html'>Now that a new part of my life is going to begin, countless thoughts begin to hit me like a bullet train.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than worrying about what's going to be in for me and such, I've decided to take things in stride. Whatever it is, all I'd like to say now is: Come at me bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of what happens, be it failing to achieve an optimum CAP or failing to fit into the world of appearance and socializing, as long as my body doesn't fall apart from me, I'm fine with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at how I've lived my life the past 2 years - junk food and lack of sleep, I sense an impending repeat of history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't guarantee that I will not fall prey to a lack of sleep, but at least there are some things which are still within my control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I shall not give up on myself completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of me started out with the notion of finally shedding weight, but now, I will harbor a new notion: to be in control of my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know, I'm sounding very much like I just contracted a terminal disease and I know when it's my turn to leave I have to, regardless of whatever lifestyle I lead. Also, many will probably label me as being "pretentious". Still, I will fight this tough battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe this won't last and all you people will laugh at and make fun of me (assuming that there are even readers). And when that happens, I hope no one uses this piece of past against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fret not my friends, when it comes to buffet and such, I will still indulge with joy because enjoying food is enjoying life. All I'm going to do is to really eliminate my love-hate relationship with snacks and sweet drinks. Looking at how unrealistic this is, I have decided to make some rules for myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will succumb to snacks/sweet drinks if and only if:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) They are offered as acts of kindness/gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I am really going through a tough time (But in times like these, I will not go on a rampage but instead will attempt to limit myself.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) They are the only food available when I'm thirsty/hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, I will be recording down those evil snacks which I fell prey to in a notebook. I certainly hope it won't be filled up too fast or that will probably end up as a birthday gift idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, 0% sugar level bubble tea here I come! Wait, that is not technically considered as a sweet drink right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy, here we go again-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6912816088643092830?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6912816088643092830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6912816088643092830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6912816088643092830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6912816088643092830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-5924355495964636815</id><published>2011-04-25T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:21:56.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ekS3HU1W_Y/TbV1X_FUdUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5VYBiW_rbrE/s1600/acceptance.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ekS3HU1W_Y/TbV1X_FUdUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5VYBiW_rbrE/s400/acceptance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599510766636266818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe it's true, that when you put in your best effort, you will get there. Even though you might have taken a longer route, a tougher route or a more devastating route than the others, you will still get there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the me in the future, if ever you feel like giving up, don't. You will get there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: If you are no longer in my contacts list, it obviously means we are no longer in contact. So why bother sending messages asking to catch up? Oh by the way, I have the tendency to ignore messages sent by numbers which my phone do not recognise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least, I guess I've finally become the &lt;b&gt;sponge who could fly&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-5924355495964636815?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5924355495964636815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=5924355495964636815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5924355495964636815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5924355495964636815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/04/surreal.html' title='Surreal.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ekS3HU1W_Y/TbV1X_FUdUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5VYBiW_rbrE/s72-c/acceptance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-949472695098795906</id><published>2011-03-14T18:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:53:26.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath of the earthquake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know to many, sitting in the comfort of my own room with my pillow in my hands, it seems extremely hypocritical of me to be typing: "Oh poor, sad Japan." It's up to each of us how we choose to respond, so there, respect each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, pictures will do their talking, credits to my brother in Tokyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In these pictures, you will see people calmly and orderly queuing up either for the subway to move or for the telephone booths to contact their loved ones (since all network crashed). In others, people are walking on foot back home without any complaints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6SOh5ehor0/TX32GIeWiqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ItOtHohM-gU/s1600/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6SOh5ehor0/TX32GIeWiqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ItOtHohM-gU/s400/one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583889698223721122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6SOh5ehor0/TX32GIeWiqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ItOtHohM-gU/s1600/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iAXtqwZH6i8/TX32Fw54UwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/--l2R6K60KA/s1600/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KeIf373IqaE/TX31-pc8x-I/AAAAAAAAAak/qkjRZuxXSys/s1600/four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KeIf373IqaE/TX31-pc8x-I/AAAAAAAAAak/qkjRZuxXSys/s400/four.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583889569637255138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KeIf373IqaE/TX31-pc8x-I/AAAAAAAAAak/qkjRZuxXSys/s1600/four.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYUVDoukRyM/TX31-ddHvTI/AAAAAAAAAac/LN4iCcPHIW0/s1600/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYUVDoukRyM/TX31-ddHvTI/AAAAAAAAAac/LN4iCcPHIW0/s400/five.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583889566416747826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYUVDoukRyM/TX31-ddHvTI/AAAAAAAAAac/LN4iCcPHIW0/s1600/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJzVbA6cKFo/TX31-IXIwgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/QiNjde5rt4c/s1600/six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJzVbA6cKFo/TX31-IXIwgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/QiNjde5rt4c/s400/six.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583889560754504194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4nOc7gs-54k/TX319093h4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/L602fAAGC_k/s1600/seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4nOc7gs-54k/TX319093h4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/L602fAAGC_k/s400/seven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583889555548243842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUX-9q6tG-I/TX31ZoYaI-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TxdUl4uIYu0/s1600/eight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUX-9q6tG-I/TX31ZoYaI-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TxdUl4uIYu0/s1600/eight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUX-9q6tG-I/TX31ZoYaI-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TxdUl4uIYu0/s400/eight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583888933694612450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUX-9q6tG-I/TX31ZoYaI-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TxdUl4uIYu0/s1600/eight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thcltQGszIU/TX31Zac0F7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vKZLXaHoKE8/s1600/nine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thcltQGszIU/TX31Zac0F7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vKZLXaHoKE8/s400/nine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583888929954994098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In these pictures, you see emptied racks, void of food and bread. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcgk0MVtuL4/TX31ZBdBAQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/eQwqs3UyXkI/s1600/ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcgk0MVtuL4/TX31ZBdBAQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/eQwqs3UyXkI/s400/ten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583888923244953858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcgk0MVtuL4/TX31ZBdBAQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/eQwqs3UyXkI/s1600/ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kpCww93bR0/TX31Yjh7API/AAAAAAAAAZs/TFGp6qJoOh4/s1600/eleven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kpCww93bR0/TX31Yjh7API/AAAAAAAAAZs/TFGp6qJoOh4/s400/eleven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583888915212468466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70fetStNKNk/TX31YZVf4tI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oZWYF4m6sPs/s1600/twelve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70fetStNKNk/TX31YZVf4tI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oZWYF4m6sPs/s400/twelve.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583888912476005074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people in Tokyo are doing all they can to help. They are all eating sparingly so that less people go hungry. Shops are giving away their stocks and are opening up their spaces to people seeking shelter so that they are under some warmth rather than freezing to death outside. Drinks from vending machines are free and internet connection is made available free to everyone so they can always make SOS calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think that's all? No, they are all cutting down on electricity just so more energy can be transferred over to the places which need it more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now, if you are thinking of helping them, just so you know, there are already a lot of rescue teams sent over. What they need now is really food and water, the simplest resources of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-949472695098795906?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/949472695098795906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=949472695098795906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/949472695098795906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/949472695098795906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/aftermath-of-earthquake.html' title='Aftermath of the earthquake.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6SOh5ehor0/TX32GIeWiqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ItOtHohM-gU/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3011666098926579757</id><published>2011-03-13T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:56:58.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much unhappiness.</title><content type='html'>A wise man once discreet: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;生气&lt;/em&gt;是用别人的&lt;em style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;错误惩罚&lt;/em&gt;自己".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3011666098926579757?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3011666098926579757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3011666098926579757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3011666098926579757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3011666098926579757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/too-much-unhappiness.html' title='Too much unhappiness.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-501840418254376374</id><published>2011-03-03T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:01:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A response to the previous post.</title><content type='html'>I was stoning in front of the computer, feeling absolutely nothing until that email came through.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where have my optimism and fighting spirit gone to? Have they really been buried in the pool of disappointments in my year 2? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is: I don't think I can stay as positive as what the past me wishes me to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The present me has disappointed the past me greatly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-501840418254376374?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/501840418254376374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=501840418254376374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/501840418254376374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/501840418254376374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/response-to-previous-post.html' title='A response to the previous post.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3002198218352066651</id><published>2011-03-03T22:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:58:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="line-height:13.3pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;The following is an e-mail from the past, sent through FutureMe.org&lt;br /&gt;It was composed on Saturday, March 6, 2010, to be sent on Thursday, March 3, 2011:&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear FutureMe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling now? By the time you read this, I wonder if you have received your results or waiting for results, haha. How do you think you have fared? Did you screw up your GP and chemistry again? Have you worked hard enough? (because at this point of time I don't think I am) I really hope you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you received your results - are you happy? I really hope you are happy. I know you don't need fantastic results, right? I hope you got the not-bad results you desperately want. And of course, did you passed GP like finally?! Are you upset instead? You must be feeling like crap now if you are upset. But I know you will still remain strong, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not received your results - you must be feeling like crap as well. The feeling sucks right? I can already picture you going blank while waiting for the dreadful results. Think positive yo! Like what Mr Tan said, before you go into any SPA exam, think positively! Imagine yourself doing the experiment very well, not imagine yourself doing the experiment and then the mass drop on the ground and the retort stand hit your head! Hahahaha, joker. When you read this, you're probably hoping that you have a chance to thank him eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is, I hope this made you smile, good luck for A'levels! :)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3002198218352066651?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3002198218352066651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3002198218352066651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3002198218352066651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3002198218352066651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/letter-from-past.html' title='A letter from the past.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-1789738247525538359</id><published>2011-03-03T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:32:05.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so I remember.</title><content type='html'>I can already imagine and visualize what's going to happen tomorrow. And I know there will definitely be feelings which I know I shouldn't have. But, I'm only human after all and it's not like I can contain them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just hope to be a man tou tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I can already expect my results to turn out bad, one thing for sure, it will still hurt damn bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-1789738247525538359?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1789738247525538359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=1789738247525538359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1789738247525538359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1789738247525538359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-so-i-remember.html' title='Just so I remember.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3126946738223446549</id><published>2010-12-27T22:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:52:23.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Days 7+8 - Harajuku/Shimokitazawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Click for&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-1-kichijioji.html"&gt;Japan Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-2-kyoto.html"&gt;Japan Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-3-nara.html"&gt;Japan Day 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-4-kyoto.html"&gt;Japan Day 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-5-studio-ghibli-shibuya.html"&gt;Japan Day 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-6-tokyo-disneyland.html"&gt;Japan Day 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally on the last 2 days, we went for some shopping! Well by that I don't mean that I haven't spend money on anything, it's just that the last 2 days were really what people would call shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadly, we did not take any photographs anymore. However, here's a few tips for shopping in Japan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, fashion is everything, seriously. Many times in restrooms I find myself inferior because of the many young school girls  (aged what, 13?) who spend forever making up. Even on subway, if you see any female without make up, it's seriously like having bird shit drop on you: close to impossible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well of course for the Japanese, this is what they call "looking presentable in public". In Singapore, we call it hiao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, my point being, knowing females, most of the time they will only wear a particular dress/blouse/whatever up to a maximum of 5 times (usually pants/shorts last longer la). Most of the time, they don't wish to be caught wearing the same piece again. Therefore, used clothings shops are famous in Japan. (Yes they not only recycle their water bottles.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, most of you probably find the idea strange because in Singapore, used clothings either end up with the Garang Guni or the Salavation Army. However, in Japan, because like I said, the clothings are usually only worn once or twice, they end up in these shops. And the best thing is: they are all in trend because people only bought it recently, wore it recently and sold it recently ma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tip is useful especially for people who go in the winter season and everywhere you go are pretty winter coats that you can never wear (at least in SG you can't la), and so the used clothings shops also have clothes that are suitable for SG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, regardless of the season you are going, the one thing you must buy is their shoes! Seriously, I am not the only one who says this as I also saw on other travel blogs, Japan shoes are seriously comfortable! I can't even begin to describe how comfortable they are, but they are just really comfortable la. (Personal: I should have bought more T.T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, in Japan, of course you will notice items that are "Made in China". However, according to my sources, there are 2 grades of "Made in China" products. The good and the bad. And what happens is that, the good "Made in China" products are actually sold to Japan, this means that you don't have to worry about the quality of the products actually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, the last really important tip: if you are looking for decent and comfortable jeans/long pants/bottom wear, the only place I honestly think in Japan where you should get them from is Uniqlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brandchannel.com/images/FeaturesProfile/324_profile_img1_uniqlo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's probably the cheapest place you can get comfortable and good quality bottom wear (of course if you are looking for skirts and stuff then this is not the place la).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, that ends my Japan trip and my final reflection is that: If you want to make a trip to Japan, make sure there is someone who knows how to read/speak/listen Japanese because even though there are still minimal English signboards available, the menus and just everything else are all in Japanese. Also, even though English is a subject taught in Japanese schools, you should never count on that because well, their forte is really still Japanese. (I swear I really cannot understand them even when they speak in English.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TTkOM7t2SYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7hKlrYlLA78/s400/end.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564494429944170882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, I can die happy because I visited Disneyland and the land of sushi. If I can die happy twice, I would like to visit Japan again in Spring, but like I said, that's only if I can die happy &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sayonara daisuki na &lt;s&gt;hito&lt;/s&gt; bashou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3126946738223446549?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3126946738223446549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3126946738223446549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3126946738223446549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3126946738223446549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-days-78-harajukushimokitazawa.html' title='Japan Days 7+8 - Harajuku/Shimokitazawa'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TTkOM7t2SYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7hKlrYlLA78/s72-c/end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6889237502092058172</id><published>2010-12-27T22:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:52:37.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Day 6 - Tokyo Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Click for&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-1-kichijioji.html"&gt;Japan Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-2-kyoto.html"&gt;Japan Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-3-nara.html"&gt;Japan Day 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-4-kyoto.html"&gt;Japan Day 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-5-studio-ghibli-shibuya.html"&gt;Japan Day 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we woke up early to make our way to our destination of the day. Because it was so far away from where we are staying at, we met with the famous "peak hour subway crowd". All I can say is, it was wow. You see in Singapore, when you think the cabins are full, people don't squeeze in anymore. In Japan, when you think the cabins are very full, 6 more people will be squeezed in anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kind of fun actually, because there's this very strange surreal feeling, like you're floating in the cabin because you can only see your upper body. Well of course, if you are not so tall, your face will be buried into someone's back (hopefully). The good thing about it is, many times when I felt like I was going to fall down and cause everyone else to fall down, I didn't. Why? Because there's simply no space for you to fall at all, this means that when you fall, you will be pushed back up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only bad thing about it is leaving the train. It is definitely not because you have no way to squeeze out, but that when the doors open, it's like the zip burst open and you will naturally "float" out of the train unknowingly and sometimes because everyone else is naturally floating out, you might hit your head against another person's head because you have no control of which way you're going and you cannot avoid it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verdict? At least try once when you're in Japan, seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-r4CfjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TJl4XVRYV5k/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-r4CfjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TJl4XVRYV5k/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180789407088178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, when we arrived, there were already a lot of people! What are we queuing up for?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-upBb0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/WMQGRj-_KJU/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-upBb0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/WMQGRj-_KJU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180790149410626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like the whole of Singapore's population is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-TstRkI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rHgw_I2rD4g/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-TstRkI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rHgw_I2rD4g/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180782917109314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADA! Yes I insisted to take a picture with the signboard, like that then I can die happy ma. Yes because Tokyo Disneyland is located near the sea, it is much much colder there and thus the fatter me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-NDC18I/AAAAAAAAAYs/IXP2PPic1E4/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-NDC18I/AAAAAAAAAYs/IXP2PPic1E4/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180781131749314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally entering Disneyland ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-I6A80I/AAAAAAAAAYk/-mBbfrsdotw/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-I6A80I/AAAAAAAAAYk/-mBbfrsdotw/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180780020134722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I am lucky to be going there during the Christmas season because well, it's the most beautiful side of Disneyland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfyIQJXOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SO8Jw4OlDS4/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfyIQJXOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SO8Jw4OlDS4/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180573686095074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look whose a happy girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfx2ZajuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mEoeEDK86vw/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfx2ZajuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mEoeEDK86vw/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180568893132514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what it is but well, you can see similarities between them and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfx1xkAII/AAAAAAAAAYM/yPUxTFwPfdE/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfx1xkAII/AAAAAAAAAYM/yPUxTFwPfdE/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180568725979266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfxoEHBZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/S1FSbRMwlHk/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfxoEHBZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/S1FSbRMwlHk/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180565045675410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfxf-pztI/AAAAAAAAAX8/vxylCtbjhSE/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfxf-pztI/AAAAAAAAAX8/vxylCtbjhSE/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180562875305682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfnM5jSqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lptWHxjaPzg/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfnM5jSqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lptWHxjaPzg/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180385954941602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first thing we did at Disneyland is to queue for popcorn, of course! We bought the bucket for souvenir sake. That's a must buy in Disneyland! There are people who go to Disneyland constantly just to collect the different designs of the bucket lor. Rich hor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfnIg2zAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PldBmYwfOEE/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfnIg2zAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PldBmYwfOEE/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180384777620482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we decided to make our way anti-clockwise according to the map and so the first place we reached is Tomorrow Land!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfm_jdLyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2IF3YtXZ5Uw/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfm_jdLyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2IF3YtXZ5Uw/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180382372605730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes there are so so so so so so many people queuing up for the Space Mountain ride. And despite reading online about the fast pass, I still had no idea how it worked. So we asked the person and we realized how amazing fast pass is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, the fast pass is in intervals of an hour or half an hour. Let's say when we entered Disneyland it was 9am. So the fast pass up for grabs were 9.30-10.00am. And this means that when you get the fast pass for this time slot, you can come back any time within the interval to enter directly into the ride without queuing up like a mad person. Once that slot gets "sold out" (you don't buy fast passes, you just slot your entrance ticket into a machine and get the fast pass), fast passes for the next slot will be available, like 10.00am - 10.30am and so on and so forth until it reaches the last slot of say 6-7pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing is that, fast passes run out extremely fast! So we were lucky that we got a fast pass for the Space Mountain ride at 11.00am - 12.00am! (Can you imagine it was only 9++ am and the slot was already this late?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my verdict of the ride? The effects are really really cool but... it leaves you with a headache afterwards, because it keeps turning and turning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfmpvqHsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PJSD643IAto/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfmpvqHsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PJSD643IAto/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180376518205122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, after we got out fast pass, we walked walked to Fantasy Land! And this was the ride that I really wanted to take after the many reviews I read online. "It's a small world afterall".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfmYXGpwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YBxzMff8O1g/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfmYXGpwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YBxzMff8O1g/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180371851814658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were so lucky because the waiting time was around 15 minutes only, of course can queue la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfdk_CrRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/htfBHMm_8p8/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfdk_CrRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/htfBHMm_8p8/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180220621729042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See so many people! But very fast can ride already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfdoFbBII/AAAAAAAAAXE/-6027qjqasY/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfdoFbBII/AAAAAAAAAXE/-6027qjqasY/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180221453796482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So basically we sit in a boat and these decorations will spam you with a remix of "It's a small world afterall" and "Jingle Bells" (Japanese version) non stop. It sounds like a stupid ride but it's actually pretty amazing. If it is not the Christmas season, it will only be the original song I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfdG87GQI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ANcZPSmQwy0/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfdG87GQI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ANcZPSmQwy0/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180212559780098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The decorations are really pretty and the mouths of the dolls who are "singing" the song are actually moving according to the song. In other words they were really lip-syncing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfdGMXduI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6ahCYSj1Kkk/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfdGMXduI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6ahCYSj1Kkk/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180212356118242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfcolIMGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AtE1A3kNQ1Q/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfcolIMGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AtE1A3kNQ1Q/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180204406911074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSkNCcMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9KIbULHN9hQ/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSkNCcMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9KIbULHN9hQ/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180031433437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So like we get to different parts of the ride whereby there will be a particular country feel to it so there was Chinese, Indians, Malays, French, etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSX9hBtI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0j35ZW8rL2g/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSX9hBtI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0j35ZW8rL2g/s400/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180028147107538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSUF5IEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ck7bWxXlrpg/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSUF5IEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ck7bWxXlrpg/s400/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180027108499522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Verdict? Who says only children can take the ride! It's a relaxing ride for adults too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSAzwvrI/AAAAAAAAAWM/26enWjFn3H4/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSAzwvrI/AAAAAAAAAWM/26enWjFn3H4/s400/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180021932179122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me eating popcorn (with my  bucket) posing with 2 kettles. Well, I don't know if you can see clearly but they are vending machines! Alice ftw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSHphElI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jeaSbUpsvao/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKfSHphElI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jeaSbUpsvao/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558180023768257106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There happened to be a parade when we were making our way to another land, it was cute but we were not entirely interested though. The Japanese are so interested that they put picnic mats along the streets just to watch the parades lei! In my honest opinion, I rather walk walk than sit there to wait for a parade. I mean, we were standing and we can still see ma. Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway we got lazy and so there are no more personal pictures from Disneyland. All images credits to their respective owners. Heh heh. But overall here is a list of the other rides we rode:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter Pan's flight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laughingplace.com/files/guide/wdw/att/00014/A01-0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically we sit on flying cartridges and I found it quite fun if you imagine yourself flying la. Verdict? If you're bored you can try it but above all, maybe you can try it last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Big Thunder Mountain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2617490809_be14c47b88.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's basically a roller coaster ride that isn't scary at all, despite it looking really scary. It's a fun roller coaster ride really! Verdict? My personal favourite! Must try for the fast pass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbsNOPDaMpk/S0qe6YFX9LI/AAAAAAAAAwY/aMEtjQDutdo/s400/IMG_5601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's another boat ride that lets you venture through decorations. We were lucky because there was a parade going on so the waiting time was only 5 minutes! Another tip for people who are planning on going to Disneyland! So basically "people" will be firing shots to each other around you and lots of stuff like that, it's really an eye opener. Verdict? Must go la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a happy girl because we cleared the list that I wrote down as must-go. Maybe the only regret is this ride, Splash Mountain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tdrfan.com/tdl/critter_country/splash_mountain/splash_mountain_drop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It looked really fun and I know it would be, but because of the extremely cold weather (it will be colder after we get wet) and the uber long queue we backed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still it was a great trip after all. You can also walk walk and chance upon performances and just sit and watch them, such as The Enchanted Tiki Room whereby robotic birds will sing and Stitch will appear out of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wdwinfo.com/disneyland/photos/MK_ad_tiki-250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the trip, we were all really tired out and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible because at night, the lightings of the stores and just everything else were just glaring and tiring to look at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that concludes my Disneyland trip, and now I can die happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6889237502092058172?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6889237502092058172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6889237502092058172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6889237502092058172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6889237502092058172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-6-tokyo-disneyland.html' title='Japan Day 6 - Tokyo Disneyland'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TSKf-r4CfjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TJl4XVRYV5k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-4693371314272084654</id><published>2010-12-27T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:52:50.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Day 5 - Studio Ghibli + Shibuya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Click for&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-1-kichijioji.html"&gt;Japan Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-2-kyoto.html"&gt;Japan Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-3-nara.html"&gt;Japan Day 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-4-kyoto.html"&gt;Japan Day 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3241/3121543918_3ccfd638aa.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 500px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next morning, we woke up to home-made breakfast and headed for the Ghibli Museum. Studio Ghibli is the home of "Spirited Away", "Howl's Moving Castle" and many many more. However, as Hayao Miyazaki is rather hao-coughs-lian-coughs, we must enter the museum at 12 noon or we will be denied entry. Also, we could not take any photographs indoors. This means that you must visit it to see it for yourself lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways! So the cool thing about the ticket to the museum is that they are all authentic film strips from their productions. All 3 of our tickets are of less famous productions (sad) but ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRqxoUarhaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cXZpcvHTmOM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRqxoUarhaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cXZpcvHTmOM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555948396548425122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, the photographs are all outdoors, this was the best we could do. Laputa's soldier!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRqxoOyPCWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yO-U2g69uWo/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRqxoOyPCWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yO-U2g69uWo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555948395036608866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's so gigantic, go there must take picture with him one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRqxoLU4fhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/AfR3U2MMPvE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRqxoLU4fhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/AfR3U2MMPvE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRqxoLU4fhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/AfR3U2MMPvE/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555948394108190226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Anyways, for the most part of the tour inside the museum, we basically saw how Hayao Miyazaki did his productions. Basically, he's this old school boy who still sticks to old methods of making animations (page by page with a little bit change in the action you know you know, like the film ticket like that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So anyway, as a reward for visiting his museum, we were treated to an unreleased short film that has just been completed. It is titled Pan-dane to Tamago-hime, which means Mr Dough and the Egg Princess. Basically there is no talking at all in the whole 15 minutes but through his animation, people can already understand the story. I won't go too far into the details but it's about this egg that cannot be broken and she kind of fell in love with Mr Dough? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Honestly, I don't really like Mr Dough (but the Japanese seem to be crazy about him since they rather buy Mr Dough's soft toys than the Egg Princess, hmmm.) For the most part of the film, I was actually listening closely to the music by Joe Hisaishi, he never fails me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/forgottenyears/pic/000eqpc5" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://english.kyodonews.jp/photos/assets/201011/1122042-thumb450x.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 243px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;That white coloured thing is well, Mr Dough, cute meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So anyway, the most crowded place of the museum is the souvenir shop! It's crazy inside there. The scene is akin to that of Singaporeans fighting over freebies, with the exception that the things are expensive. I spotted this doll which is little Mei dressed up in Totoro's outfit, cute right?! (The outfit can take out one lor!) But it is seriously seriously expensive. $50 for the size of my water bottle. I gave it up in the end. Yes as I am typing this I am seriously sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.dianaschnuth.com/images/mei-totoro-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 398px;" src="http://blog.dianaschnuth.com/images/mei-totoro-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, I bought a little egg princess in the end, didn't buy my favourite totoro or what not because I mean, the egg princess can be found only in the museum but totoro can be found even in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways after the trip to the museum, we went to have the best Tako Yaki in Kichijioji! It's seriously as the koreans would say, DAEBAK! No pictures, too excited to eat. They look akin to Singapore's Tako Yaki anyway. (Excuses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward, we went to jalan jalan at Shibuya (like Singapore's orchard) and went to have sushi for dinner. Everytime I watch television shows when the hosts say that the sushi melts in your mouth, I laugh. Why? It just sounds funny and impossible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... the sushi seriously melted in my mouth la hor. It just tastes very pure, not overdone. (Sometimes in Singapore you feel like the rice is overly seasoned, although it's nice la, but in Japan, it's just like a little little tinge of vinegar that's all.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-4693371314272084654?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4693371314272084654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=4693371314272084654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4693371314272084654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4693371314272084654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-5-studio-ghibli-shibuya.html' title='Japan Day 5 - Studio Ghibli + Shibuya'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRqxoUarhaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cXZpcvHTmOM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-830802766353286863</id><published>2010-12-22T23:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:33:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Day 4 - Kyoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Click for&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-1-kichijioji.html"&gt;Japan Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-2-kyoto.html"&gt;Japan Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-3-nara.html"&gt;Japan Day 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we had breakfast (american style) at a cafe next to our hotel in Kyoto. I know we should be trying Japanese food instead, but trust me, at the end of say the 6th day, I have already cleared my "to-eat-list".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we proceeded to take the bus (for the first and last time in Japan) to this temple. Basically, Japan's buses look the same as Singapore's buses, with the only difference that is, we board from the back door and alight from the front door. This means that you are only charged the fare at the end of your journey. You are probably thinking that if you're sitting at the far back it will be impossible for you to alight. Well, once again, I would like to remind you that in Japan, people are considerate and well behaved (at least in public), and so the driver will definitely wait extremely patiently for all passengers to alight first. Meantime, the driver will simultaneously tell the passengers on board through his microphone to "wait awhile" and tell the passengers who are alighting "thank you" one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my first bus experience was a good one, because there was a Japanese girl next to me who continuously touched my gigantic hand with her tiny hand, letting out laughter everytime. A pity that I couldn't speak Japanese, I hope she doesn't thinks that I am dao. I tried to put my sign language to the best already I guess. At least I could understand when the mother said to me "Sumimasen".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward, on every 15th of the month, people will set up stalls here to sell their handmade items and the crowd is really crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgC3fBSBrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/V96GIkMwxtc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgC3fBSBrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/V96GIkMwxtc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193292604442290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, given the already high expenses in Japan, don't expect to find cheap things here since they are hand made. Didn't manage to get a lot of things, but still, it was fun looking at the different things they sold/made.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzyGmubI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lH7HIcxBXhA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzyGmubI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lH7HIcxBXhA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193229007567282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzyGmubI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lH7HIcxBXhA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzsmwLyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bP8O5cf4Bbw/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzsmwLyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bP8O5cf4Bbw/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193227531792162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so after the suffocating experience, we headed over to another temple. It was freezing, like really really freezing. Despite the cold weather, we still had matcha ice cream. To be honest, I think the matcha ice cream we have in Manpuku (Tampines) is close enough to the real thing. What's lacking is just the whole Japanese feel I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzuOlv4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/MiwsyJainbI/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzuOlv4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/MiwsyJainbI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193227967315842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The structure you see here is entirely made of sand. Sandcastle anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzf04S5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/4XcRAF_aMZ4/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzf04S5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/4XcRAF_aMZ4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193224101383058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzK_LvWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0J5lljsv-QQ/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCzK_LvWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0J5lljsv-QQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193218507455842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For this temple, we basically walked up and down a mini hill with a spectacular view around us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCqHUfeCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vbIvvOzyRyM/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCqHUfeCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vbIvvOzyRyM/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193062904264738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were walking down the pathway, we noticed that the "railings" that we held onto had this maple leaf purposefully placed in water on the bamboo shoot. Sorry to spoil the artsy mood, but the first thing that came to my mind was, "Won't breed mosquito meh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCp7VDUrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_As_xAzzIKI/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCp7VDUrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_As_xAzzIKI/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193059685388978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCp9XWMOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gIS3539HWtY/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCp9XWMOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gIS3539HWtY/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193060231885026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite photograph! It's so artsy because all 3 of us are in the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCpkvvuqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/w3jvLV6h3bA/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCpkvvuqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/w3jvLV6h3bA/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193053623335586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that was when I spotted these lonely leaves on this tree that have not fallen, and knowing me, I like to act emo. Eh, the leaves are not photoshopped hor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCpiY4UzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ld6amq93Iw8/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCpiY4UzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ld6amq93Iw8/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555193052990559026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgChBhAjEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/18I6kDF0H5Y/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgChBhAjEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/18I6kDF0H5Y/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555192906727328834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, it's dinner time again! My favourite time of the day always. We headed to this place where we had small dishes again. Somehow I like the idea of it. But then I realised we do have something like that in Singapore too, it is otherwise known as Tze Char. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCgzS-qNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uS9FV5sYtCI/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCgzS-qNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uS9FV5sYtCI/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555192902910388434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCgy7XSGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r7-KnF4oct0/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCgy7XSGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r7-KnF4oct0/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555192902811338850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honestly have no idea why I did that action, maybe I was drunk? (Yes alcohol again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCgl9DpQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/luAFb3od7uY/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCgl9DpQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/luAFb3od7uY/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555192899328779522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCggC8Z9I/AAAAAAAAATs/D0ygBY74k3A/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgCggC8Z9I/AAAAAAAAATs/D0ygBY74k3A/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555192897742858194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na, end off this post with my sian face with a poster full of Japanese words. Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-830802766353286863?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/830802766353286863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=830802766353286863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/830802766353286863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/830802766353286863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-4-kyoto.html' title='Japan Day 4 - Kyoto'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRgC3fBSBrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/V96GIkMwxtc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-5717362980804775320</id><published>2010-12-22T23:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T13:27:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Day 3 - Nara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Click for&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-1-kichijioji.html"&gt;Japan Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-2-kyoto.html"&gt;Japan Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we had breakfast Japanese style at this ramen shop. Being me, I could never eat a big bowl of ramen for breakfast, so this is what I had for breakfast. (Chey no la I had some noodles.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5hs3eyvI/AAAAAAAAATg/BPl6Zxlxl1s/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5hs3eyvI/AAAAAAAAATg/BPl6Zxlxl1s/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554479335317883634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5hs3eyvI/AAAAAAAAATg/BPl6Zxlxl1s/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5hkAhF0I/AAAAAAAAATY/dn4xheVt1rU/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5hkAhF0I/AAAAAAAAATY/dn4xheVt1rU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554479332939863874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This exit sign reminded me of Running Man! After breakfast, we made our way to Nara!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5hXvSFqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vWCcpjSQc6Y/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5hXvSFqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vWCcpjSQc6Y/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554479329646352034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5Z8WPyGI/AAAAAAAAATI/bI5san34ktg/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5Z8WPyGI/AAAAAAAAATI/bI5san34ktg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554479202034501730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I know, it is totally coincidental that both my brother and I did not smile for the camera. Telepathy anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5Zlu7bwI/AAAAAAAAATA/wPes9viRdUU/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5Zlu7bwI/AAAAAAAAATA/wPes9viRdUU/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554479195964010242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japanese clouds are beautiful, aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5ZpTfKlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zhNwehsD4PI/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5ZpTfKlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zhNwehsD4PI/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554479196922653266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we touched down at Nara station!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5ZSbDW-I/AAAAAAAAASw/VvzbkzI3e-I/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5ZSbDW-I/AAAAAAAAASw/VvzbkzI3e-I/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554479190780369890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5ZPz4eqI/AAAAAAAAASo/O4-sY0_IvNk/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5ZPz4eqI/AAAAAAAAASo/O4-sY0_IvNk/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554479190079208098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, we walked down the streets of Nara towards our destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5J_W8HwI/AAAAAAAAASg/vi6Liz4g1QU/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5J_W8HwI/AAAAAAAAASg/vi6Liz4g1QU/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478927964806914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5Jt4h3_I/AAAAAAAAASY/q2hhxFhcevU/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5Jt4h3_I/AAAAAAAAASY/q2hhxFhcevU/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478923273854962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little hint of what we will be seeing later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5JahNj2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/goTwLsZW1L8/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5JahNj2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/goTwLsZW1L8/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478918075780962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5JDWfqhI/AAAAAAAAASI/HoXBPZ7vcKQ/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5JDWfqhI/AAAAAAAAASI/HoXBPZ7vcKQ/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478911856814610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5Iw2R9AI/AAAAAAAAASA/-wtL2xBcbjs/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5Iw2R9AI/AAAAAAAAASA/-wtL2xBcbjs/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478906889860098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After walking for awhile, we finally found what we were looking for, behold... THE DEERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Nara, you can see deers in the park near the temple. They are always roaming about freely, and by that I mean, you can see them crossing the road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-_7nPvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4DGaS0gCH5U/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-_7nPvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4DGaS0gCH5U/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478739140067058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking shelter from the sun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-s6Ci9I/AAAAAAAAARw/JbRXEXFEf-4/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-s6Ci9I/AAAAAAAAARw/JbRXEXFEf-4/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478734033193938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grazing on withered grass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-tMOerI/AAAAAAAAARo/nT8t9Ob644E/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-tMOerI/AAAAAAAAARo/nT8t9Ob644E/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478734109473458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting at the bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-QxuK7I/AAAAAAAAARg/4VEGi2f7WlU/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-QxuK7I/AAAAAAAAARg/4VEGi2f7WlU/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478726482111410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;impatiently looking if the bus is arriving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-C7XBII/AAAAAAAAARY/RdWbetv3CTY/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4-C7XBII/AAAAAAAAARY/RdWbetv3CTY/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478722764440706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking curiously at you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4tmk7rWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gezIaJsPHHY/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4tmk7rWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gezIaJsPHHY/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478440276274530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even going shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4tiqaskI/AAAAAAAAARI/wmh_N4rpX_Y/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4tiqaskI/AAAAAAAAARI/wmh_N4rpX_Y/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478439225537090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4tYpoxCI/AAAAAAAAARA/jFXz-unF4zQ/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4tYpoxCI/AAAAAAAAARA/jFXz-unF4zQ/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478436537910306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes yes I know the deer was ignoring me because I did not have any biscuits for it, not because I smell hor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4tGhm5RI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zmBZljMCvDk/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4tGhm5RI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zmBZljMCvDk/s400/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478431672395026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These deers belong to the temple, just in case you're wondering if we went to the zoo. Look! I told you deers love me! (Yes I know my hair is shit here, focus on my hand please.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4s_c5RiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/j35AAommV18/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4s_c5RiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/j35AAommV18/s400/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478429773579810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4s_c5RiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/j35AAommV18/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4f92204I/AAAAAAAAAQo/4vuJhWC0DS8/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4f92204I/AAAAAAAAAQo/4vuJhWC0DS8/s400/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478206007300994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we walked towards the temple, we spotted this deer scratching its back against the tree bark, cute! Actually, it could have approached me, I would have kindly scratched its back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4f0qVb8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/KOSNIsjC0KE/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4f0qVb8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/KOSNIsjC0KE/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478203538862018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you spot sceneries like that, you got to pose like that. Wise words of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4fr694-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZlCIB_bLlE0/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4fr694-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZlCIB_bLlE0/s400/26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478201192702946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4fsX9IrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jGiIpVftPLs/s1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4fsX9IrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jGiIpVftPLs/s400/27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478201314288306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4fb2JtqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MaaVyNeq3Rk/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4fb2JtqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MaaVyNeq3Rk/s400/28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554478196877538978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gigantic statue of Buddha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4OIq0QvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/tZojSR4LTX4/s1600/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4OIq0QvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/tZojSR4LTX4/s400/29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477899671945970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this deity is known to heal illnesses. People believe that by touching the body part of the deity and touching your own corresponding part, your illnesses there will be healed. Too bad, it was so high that I could only reach the legs. Ah well, at least my legs are saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the visit to the temple, we made our way back to Kyoto to catch the lights festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4OJbqLaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/n7TTvMUoXa0/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4OJbqLaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/n7TTvMUoXa0/s400/30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477899876806050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hills that were lit up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4NwxXvAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gR7z_Ej7ExI/s1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4NwxXvAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gR7z_Ej7ExI/s400/31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477893256985602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flowing waters as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also found a place where we could line up to take pictures with a REAL GEISHA! Of course must queue up la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4N45ZoNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IlubQAt2eX0/s1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4N45ZoNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IlubQAt2eX0/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477895438147794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes we know, the photographer's skills are terrific. But the geisha is a human not a statue, so we decided to let it go and not tire her some more by continuously trying to perfect our picture. (Yes there was a couple before us who kept taking pictures.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4Nl__kOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/l8j1xJmU3Fg/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4Nl__kOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/l8j1xJmU3Fg/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477890365526242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4A4reSTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SArkeO7Mxz0/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4A4reSTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SArkeO7Mxz0/s400/34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477672041433394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4AtkMeQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ztXBmzhNySI/s1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4AtkMeQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ztXBmzhNySI/s400/35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477669058115842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so ends our lights journey! Finally we settled for dinner! (PS: We had mos burger for lunch. I know I know, why eat fast food in Japan? Eh, mos burger originated from Japan please.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold, the chef of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4ASykqjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1xcdAZAyJ6I/s1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4ASykqjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1xcdAZAyJ6I/s400/36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477661870664242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? I told you I could cook! I got the looks of a housewife or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4Acc8R0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0gcUdYIsp2E/s1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4Acc8R0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0gcUdYIsp2E/s400/37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477664464291650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope, I was NOT pretending to cook, I was really cooking! Got evidence hor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4ADHVFXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TfEepyO5zj0/s1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV4ADHVFXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TfEepyO5zj0/s400/38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477657662756210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call it "The Happy Okonomiyaki". Very original hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-5717362980804775320?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5717362980804775320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=5717362980804775320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5717362980804775320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5717362980804775320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-3-nara.html' title='Japan Day 3 - Nara'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRV5hs3eyvI/AAAAAAAAATg/BPl6Zxlxl1s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-2239747189970009715</id><published>2010-12-22T23:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:35:01.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Day 2 - Kyoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Click for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-1-kichijioji.html"&gt;Japan Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we took the subway (not really subway, more like a train) again all the way to Kyoto. Because we had not had any breakfast, we bought onigiri from some super mart and ate on the train, honestly I nearly forgot about the onigiri (so it probably meant that it did not taste THAT great), but I remember that it tasted kind of bland. Anyway, so it took about 2 hours and all I remembered was me falling asleep after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we arrived at Kyoto! After we checked into our hotel at Kyoto, we were all hungry and so we settled for apparently the best Katsu Don (meaning, fried pork cutlet on rice) in Japan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold the really gigantic katsu don....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQy4qtd3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/LOUBKaV7kbE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQy4qtd3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/LOUBKaV7kbE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082706845693810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQyi_bFcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_CCy0HZF3mE/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQyi_bFcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_CCy0HZF3mE/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082701026989506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;So basically in Japan, unlike in Singapore, the small bowl of green vegetables are just boiled vegetables, whereas in Singapore, they are usually seasoned with some sour sauce. Also, in Singapore, miso soup usually contains Dofu (according to Cambridge, this is how they spell it, oops). However, in Japan, their miso soup contains tiny tiny clams. Also, the spoon you see over there? It's not for drinking soup, it's only for placing the meat on your rice. If you want to act Jap, eat the rice/veg/salad with chopsticks, take the pork with the spoon, drink the soup directly from the bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Oh yes, and you know the wet tissue you always get at the end of your meal to well clean your hands (only in high class restaurants of course), in Japan, they actually use it at the beginning of their meals to clean their hands before they eat. And yes, wet tissues are given at every single place we had our meals and are not charged $1 each, sometimes they even use towels that are heated up (note the cold weather outside). Talk about good service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My verdict? It definitely deserves its number 1 place. The portion is just so generous (over generous in my case) and you would think that the fried pork is really oily right? Nope! Somehow the Japanese has magic hands, everything that's fried is not oily at all, I don't know how, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our sumptous lunch, we went to walk walk to some temple, yes, for most of our Kyoto trip, walking took up many hours, but it's good because in this way, you will be hungry for dinner again, like that then all your food tastes good ma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we arrived at this temple (sorry I'm not good with names).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQyfHs9PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tRGVrdqYfDs/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQyfHs9PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tRGVrdqYfDs/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082699987973362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's not autumn, but we were lucky that the maple leaves were still falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it was raining and travelling was really tiring because we were wearing such thick clothes and we had to carry our umbrellas around, somemore it was so cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay okay, I know it looks like my tummy is bulging out and why is there a piece of cloth hanging over there? First, I believe it's not my tummy it's the clothes, and second, the piece of cloth is actually on purpose, because I act hiao to fit into the Japanese culture. (sobs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQq4jYAAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EVETFnAuq9k/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQq4jYAAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EVETFnAuq9k/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082569375973378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQqpjHv1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/itL6PvLqauQ/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQqpjHv1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/itL6PvLqauQ/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQqpjHv1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/itL6PvLqauQ/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082565348376402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orange thingy I spotted, must take picture of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQqbGKPFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fyI5NlCzFmc/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQqbGKPFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fyI5NlCzFmc/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082561468808274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have an artist brother, his poses are not normal. (Sorry about the ahjumma at the back, actually she looks like she is posing with us hor?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQp_jMp9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/4wS3xdboMMI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQp_jMp9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/4wS3xdboMMI/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082554074408914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQp-X1axI/AAAAAAAAAN4/daz1uWu3hsY/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQp-X1axI/AAAAAAAAAN4/daz1uWu3hsY/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082553758313234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about Kyoto is that, because of its rich culture that is left intact from the past, many Japanese girls wear their kimono out in the streets of Kyoto to pretend like they are geishas. Because in Kyoto, that's where geishas appear and seriously, it is super rare to be able to spot the real geishas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just pretend that the people behind us are geishas. Yes, we took this picture to prove that we are indeed in Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQYQHqf1I/AAAAAAAAANw/XJ0OsvduPDQ/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQYQHqf1I/AAAAAAAAANw/XJ0OsvduPDQ/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082249284681554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQYd9b0uI/AAAAAAAAANo/AWAIjUbpfP4/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQYd9b0uI/AAAAAAAAANo/AWAIjUbpfP4/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082252999873250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we settled at this place for dinner whereby the Japanese sit at small tables, drink and eat small dishes as a way of relieving their tension, they usually drink all the way till after midnight. In times when they are drunk, they just sleep outside. Because it is so safe in Japan, even when females are drunk and sleep outside on the streets, they will still be safe and sound the next morning. But of course, I still wouldn't recommend that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQYAYu_lI/AAAAAAAAANg/vzVWQpnQaM4/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQYAYu_lI/AAAAAAAAANg/vzVWQpnQaM4/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082245061312082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQYEEhGxI/AAAAAAAAANY/KA4oaW_KdaQ/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQYEEhGxI/AAAAAAAAANY/KA4oaW_KdaQ/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082246050257682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I meant by the dishes they eat, they are all in small portions so they keep ordering. And by the way, all 3 drinks you see on the table are alcoholic drinks even though the "orange juice" look harmless. (Yes I very hiao, I drank alcohol in Japan.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQXwMfe0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ELREE9e8p4k/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQXwMfe0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ELREE9e8p4k/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082240714996546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that concludes my first day in Kyoto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-2239747189970009715?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2239747189970009715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=2239747189970009715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2239747189970009715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2239747189970009715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-2-kyoto.html' title='Japan Day 2 - Kyoto'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TRQQy4qtd3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/LOUBKaV7kbE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-7302894736058466969</id><published>2010-12-22T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:48:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Day 1 - Kichijioji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the 12th December 2010, I woke up at 3am (despite sleeping only at 1am) to catch the flight to Narita Airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I was not excited yet as the sleepiness and laziness clung onto me. Nevertheless, let's fast forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, after going through the scary security checks and sitting in a confined seat for 6 hours, I landed in the land of sushi - Japan! Fast forward 3 hours (in that 3 hours we settled our railway pass and sat all the way to Kichijioji on the express subway and finally reached the station at 5pm.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we were lugging our luggages, we proceeded to squeeze our luggages into lockers that were located at the subway stations just for situations like this! So we threw our baggages aside and went to jalan jalan around the Kichijioji area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first impression of Kichijioji was that, it was crowded, like seriously crowded! And you know how in Singapore our zebra crossings are like well, zebra prints, in Japan, all their traffic roads look like zebra crossing, and seriously I was going crazy because I thought I could cross wherever I want. Silly I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.japancycling.org/v2/cguide/part5/img/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Photo from google image)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the next thing I realised, is that Japanese traffic lights had like this sound that goes something like "kokoo" non stop until it changes to red light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AB-4PywrI9c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AB-4PywrI9c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes you should have realised by now I did not take any pictures on day 1, forgive me because I was still feeling dreamy and unreal.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to dinner time, we had shabu shabu (I didn't take beef of course, I took pork!). It's seriously the best steamboat I ever had because it just feels so clean and warm and yummy! And the best part is, the meat wasn't even fat! -sigh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's ending off with a picture of shabu shabu I found online, I promise to post original photographs from day 2 onwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/resize/bonzai-fba/Globe_Photo/2008/03/24/1206405624_4001/539w.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 340px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-7302894736058466969?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7302894736058466969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=7302894736058466969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/7302894736058466969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/7302894736058466969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/japan-day-1-kichijioji.html' title='Japan Day 1 - Kichijioji'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3587377535903573572</id><published>2010-11-27T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:03:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things they never told you.</title><content type='html'>Finally, I can finally breathe fresh air in 2 days time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, ironically, I have been feeling listless rather than hyped up. Well, to be exact, I was hyped up for well, 2 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the A'levels ending, I begin to question what in the world I have accomplished in my 2 years in MJ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not take part in any sort of competition like the other hundreds of people who did. Neither did I take part in school events which were significant (by that I mean I am only the spectator in these events). Well, even the only thing that I've been doing - studies, I have not accomplished a single thing at all, only disappointments, failures and well, failures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the worst thing of all? Just when you think things will change when the big thing comes, you realise that you have only been deceiving yourself all along. You did not improve and nothing will change at A'levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those fables about how people see miracles in their result slips? I can only laugh it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make things worst, you see yourself running harder for the finish line than the others who only picked up at the end, only to see them crossing the line before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In times like these, people will then advise you to enjoy the process and that the end doesn't matter. But really, who are we kidding? Are you really sure the end doesn't matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When you get into university, nobody will care about your A'levels results." Well of course that sounds logical, but what if you can't even step into university?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till now, I probably sound like a kid whining aimlessly, but if you know me, you should know that I am not just worrying with groundless base. Just like how I knew my worries were not redundant last year, it's the same this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I do acknowledge the fact that MJ has changed my view of education. Why? Because I dare say that it has an extremely high percentage of truly caring and dedicated teachers. And for that, I am extremely thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A teacher once discreet:&lt;i&gt; "At the end of it all, if you've given all your best, no one can say that you did not do well."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite hanging on thin thread, I still find hope in this sentence somehow. Because it makes me feel better in a way that there are people out there that understands how sometimes trying your best is not good enough, and that how practise doesn't always makes perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3587377535903573572?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3587377535903573572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3587377535903573572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3587377535903573572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3587377535903573572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-they-never-told-you.html' title='Things they never told you.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6543315912852736228</id><published>2010-10-17T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:17:39.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you're amazing, just the way you are.</title><content type='html'>I cannot give up now, please, not now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have fought hard, despite the countless bruises and cuts, I still must go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just get over this and done with, and whatever will come, shall come. Soon, I will be reborn a free bird once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au revoir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6543315912852736228?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6543315912852736228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6543315912852736228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6543315912852736228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6543315912852736228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-youre-amazing-just-way-you-are.html' title='Because you&apos;re amazing, just the way you are.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3829595578260668128</id><published>2010-06-19T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:16:43.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Daisuki Na Hito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you're currently reading this, I guess you are still interested in what I've been up to lately. Well, as always, I believe a single picture can describe an entire situation perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TBuorh7XR-I/AAAAAAAAALA/xAN777uEEyE/s1600/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TBuorh7XR-I/AAAAAAAAALA/xAN777uEEyE/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484162437048911842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes indeed, my self-relax mechanism in the study mode has always been like that. Well, interestingly, I feel like I've seen this somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TBuo3c6IhEI/AAAAAAAAALI/0P0WuRwGxtw/s1600/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TBuo3c6IhEI/AAAAAAAAALI/0P0WuRwGxtw/s400/pig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484162641860002882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ay, 1 picture taken after another in a period of close to a year. (Yes, this was taken back in June 2009, its June 2010 now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have learnt well, my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3829595578260668128?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3829595578260668128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3829595578260668128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3829595578260668128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3829595578260668128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/06/sayonara-daisuki-na-hito.html' title='Sayonara Daisuki Na Hito'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/TBuorh7XR-I/AAAAAAAAALA/xAN777uEEyE/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-5198336837109069499</id><published>2010-02-12T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:53:10.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tehsi girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who's the hottest girl in the world?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My tehsi girl~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My tehsi girl~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With lectures going at a speed that burns a hole in the class fund constantly, I find myself burning my head with tutorials. It probably would help so much more if the tutorials are do-able. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can no longer feel the excitement before any lecture tests. As a matter of fact, tutorials and assignments seem far more important to me than tests now, which probably explains why I'm still failing my tests. I know I really shouldn't be saying this but this is called prioritizing. What to expect when you have to complete an entire tutorial + study for a test in a short notice of say, one day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How have I been? Still the same. Just like how my shitty results stay the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not worry, I am still strong mentally though I do not dare say physically, and I am still working towards my humble goals for A'levels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fight on, for as long as you're breathing. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-5198336837109069499?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5198336837109069499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=5198336837109069499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5198336837109069499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5198336837109069499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/02/tehsi-girl.html' title='Tehsi girl'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-5131239073362788116</id><published>2009-12-29T21:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:35:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for 2010.</title><content type='html'>A quick glimpse into 3 'first times' in my 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Szn_rk1hdhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/00LSAorjK6Y/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Szn_rk1hdhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/00LSAorjK6Y/s400/pig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420644750604727826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 First time spending so damn much time in school. (I can say safely about 320/365 days including all the "school holidays"- 99% spent studying.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SzoIDprc9lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ylnm6obso_w/s1600-h/book_from_my_childhood_by_mademoiselle_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SzoIDprc9lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ylnm6obso_w/s400/book_from_my_childhood_by_mademoiselle_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420653960314549842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 First time shedding countless of tears over studies. (Despite the #1 first time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Szn_rk1hdhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/00LSAorjK6Y/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SzoE5DgolrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/K0lO1BFmcmE/s1600-h/20871_228534524040_118200389040_3080887_1697695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SzoE5DgolrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/K0lO1BFmcmE/s400/20871_228534524040_118200389040_3080887_1697695_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420650479735051954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Orh ho leng! Lei mm leng!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 First time hosting people from Hong Kong. (+learning so much cantonese from them +feeling like a no lifer next to them +admiring how young they look despite their age!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SzoFuARfwQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RVUho_DWTbo/s1600-h/crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SzoFuARfwQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RVUho_DWTbo/s400/crap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420651389399318786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, despite all the 'first times', somethings never change. I am still the retarded me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SzoGDfNEi9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FhVvJl2DF-4/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SzoGDfNEi9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FhVvJl2DF-4/s400/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420651758479510482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my best friend still remains retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-5131239073362788116?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5131239073362788116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=5131239073362788116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5131239073362788116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5131239073362788116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/preparing-for-2010.html' title='Preparing for 2010.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Szn_rk1hdhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/00LSAorjK6Y/s72-c/pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6531833637722888422</id><published>2009-11-13T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:28:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the very last time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've only come to know you since this year, but you have already created so many problems for the entire class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say the truth, I have already heard of your ugly sins before I even met you. But I chose to be nice, I told myself to give you a chance and hope that you will not be as bad as what everyone put you to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, you constantly tried to interfere with our lives the entire year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You brought us so much headaches and tears because it seems that nothing we ever do is going to get rid of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know how much tension you have caused amongst us? It is because of you, that many of us have miscommunication with one another, even till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many wonderful teachers though who try to help us get along with you. Still, you are like a hungry tiger who demands so much from us even after we give in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so they try to convince us that you are really not that bad after all, which is only true to a certain extent. If you were to ask anyone of us if we are willing to give you a second chance, our answers will only disappoint you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we still have to give you the credit, for being so loyal and faithful as you never once gave up on us (in terms of sticking with us like super glue).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the ugly truth. We are all really happy that you are not going to follow us up to JC2. I know, that is very mean of us isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think you should really try to be in our shoes to understand why we are so happy about it. At least now that you're gone, half of our worries are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I just want you to know that I am not defaming you. Instead, I am merely dedicating the final and last time to you, my ex-loyal companion, as part of a memory in my JC life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll meet again next year (just not on such personal level), and we will for the last time have faith in you that by the time we meet again, you would have changed for the better, and that you will finally make all of us truly happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think I'm referring to someone, you are wrong. I'm only referring to the one and only PW! Farewell PW! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: For goodness sake, I also hope that &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; will finally act from the bottom of your heart soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6531833637722888422?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6531833637722888422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6531833637722888422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6531833637722888422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6531833637722888422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedication-letter.html' title='For the very last time.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-4682171307651770843</id><published>2009-10-08T19:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:14:35.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's just hope for the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really think that we both can never take a pretty normal picture together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3IvVMCR2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ldn_OdTE9xo/s1600-h/Image0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3IvVMCR2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ldn_OdTE9xo/s400/Image0926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390185044499384162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, see what see!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3IMkJcXQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IIjCASAyZ4I/s1600-h/Image0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3IMkJcXQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IIjCASAyZ4I/s400/Image0951.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390184447219621122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3IMkJcXQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IIjCASAyZ4I/s1600-h/Image0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya ar, promos over, yay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3IZY2OVLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ewXX-mmFuho/s1600-h/Image0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3IZY2OVLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ewXX-mmFuho/s400/Image0956.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390184667524519090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You never promote I KILL YOU!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3JWT0RM5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/P2JIhg9Os9Q/s1600-h/Image0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3JWT0RM5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/P2JIhg9Os9Q/s400/Image0954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390185714146161554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-4682171307651770843?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4682171307651770843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=4682171307651770843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4682171307651770843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4682171307651770843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-just-hope-for-best.html' title='Let&apos;s just hope for the best'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Ss3IvVMCR2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ldn_OdTE9xo/s72-c/Image0926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-1460894870118962613</id><published>2009-09-13T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:23:40.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little happy note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sqzj1fHjJnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d3aCxX7bX3Y/s1600-h/pigsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sqzj1fHjJnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d3aCxX7bX3Y/s400/pigsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380926162826634866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words. My little piggy sure knows how to imitate how I go through life &lt;s&gt;these few weeks&lt;/s&gt; this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-1460894870118962613?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1460894870118962613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=1460894870118962613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1460894870118962613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1460894870118962613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-im-still-alive.html' title='A little happy note.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sqzj1fHjJnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d3aCxX7bX3Y/s72-c/pigsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6238695888006400866</id><published>2009-09-03T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:18:26.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain is temporary.</title><content type='html'>"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6238695888006400866?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6238695888006400866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6238695888006400866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6238695888006400866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6238695888006400866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain-is-temporary.html' title='Pain is temporary.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-260527428715866010</id><published>2009-08-23T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:35:33.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tock tock tock</title><content type='html'>38 days to promos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-260527428715866010?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-2606420234178709103</id><published>2009-08-14T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:51:34.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>On this very very very ordinary day, whereby I go to school to see the same classmates, do tutorials, see the same tutors, do the chemistry test, I turn 17.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My accomplishment today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my new watch and I love the silly girl who gave it to me. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-2606420234178709103?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-402186021851964277</id><published>2009-08-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:18:17.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous laughter.</title><content type='html'>Promos promos.&lt;div&gt;How to promote? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-402186021851964277?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/402186021851964277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=402186021851964277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry - 33% (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English Literature - 38% (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite trying my damn hardest for maths, I can't even get a decent pass. To say the truth, I'm not even THAT disappointed in my chemistry because I know I suck at it. As for literature, I already knew I can't get past that mark with me misintrepreting the poems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, physics totally surprised me, in a good way. (l)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-2081880171971449495?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2081880171971449495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=2081880171971449495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2081880171971449495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2081880171971449495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-it-makes-me-feel-better.html' title='If it makes me feel better.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6133078429487880025</id><published>2009-07-15T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:51:17.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha-Ha-Ha</title><content type='html'>It sure is a week of &lt;s&gt;surprises&lt;/s&gt; surprise and disappointment&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6133078429487880025?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6133078429487880025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6133078429487880025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6133078429487880025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6133078429487880025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha-Ha-Ha'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3386148160527735493</id><published>2009-07-05T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:28:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love rainy days!</title><content type='html'>In the midst of the exam stress aftermath, I met up with Earn Wen and did a lot of things. Well, we cooked very nice spagetti thanks to my supervision!/slacked/did our homework/fought over facebook (obviously I won! :D)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the cooking and eating, this unfilial girl played away on her laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c75/seabluestar/stupid1.jpg?t=1246803219" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you, I took so many stupid videos of her that I'm so tempted to put them on youtube and I believe I can get a lot of ratings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c75/seabluestar/stupid.jpg?t=1246803294" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, looking at her play her game is so... -slap head-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I eventually got emo. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c75/seabluestar/stupid2.jpg?t=1246803391" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whose fault is it you tell me! That unfilial girl disfigure me already still REFUSE to talk to my boyfriend whom I brought along today! Oh yeah, here's a photo of him by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c75/seabluestar/stupid5.jpg?t=1246803563" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I also told Yi Lin about my new boyfriend and briefed her beforehand that he's rather dark because he swims a lot, well here's what she said: "How can you change your boyfriend so quickly?! That time yellow and sunny I okay... now you get one retarded one who only knows how to sweat!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grr, why isn't anyone approving of my new relationship? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3386148160527735493?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3386148160527735493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3386148160527735493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3386148160527735493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3386148160527735493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-rainy-days.html' title='I love rainy days!'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3151177093682646491</id><published>2009-06-09T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:55:17.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just one of those nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...when I start to type a chunk of words about how funny life is and end up back spacing everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the point anyway? I still have to get back to my life afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3151177093682646491?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3151177093682646491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3151177093682646491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3151177093682646491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3151177093682646491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-just-one-of-those-nights.html' title='It&apos;s just one of those nights'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-2321979282676634241</id><published>2009-05-13T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:15:44.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The lowest trees have tops"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sir Edward Dyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1540 - 1607 / England)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,&lt;br /&gt;The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat,&lt;br /&gt;And slender hairs cast shadows though but small,&lt;br /&gt;And bees have stings although they be not great.&lt;br /&gt;Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And love is love in beggars and in kings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where waters smoothest run, deep are the fords,&lt;br /&gt;The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move:&lt;br /&gt;The firmest faith is in the fewest words,&lt;br /&gt;The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;True hearts have eyes and ears no tongues to speak:&lt;br /&gt;They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-2321979282676634241?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2321979282676634241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=2321979282676634241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2321979282676634241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2321979282676634241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/lowest-trees-have-tops.html' title='&quot;The lowest trees have tops&quot;'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-4731631677553731326</id><published>2009-04-10T18:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:22:02.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th birthday my best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAU EARN WEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sd8q8lQEV1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kHI2uzGTwwY/s1600-h/hahahah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sd8q8lQEV1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kHI2uzGTwwY/s400/hahahah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323020504855238482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sd8q8lQEV1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kHI2uzGTwwY/s1600-h/hahahah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pauline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sd8q59eZXfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aSPy9dYuHAk/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sd8q59eZXfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aSPy9dYuHAk/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sd8q59eZXfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aSPy9dYuHAk/s400/hahaha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323020459818180082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-4731631677553731326?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4731631677553731326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=4731631677553731326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4731631677553731326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4731631677553731326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-17th-birthday-my-best-friend.html' title='Happy 17th birthday my best friend.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/Sd8q8lQEV1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kHI2uzGTwwY/s72-c/hahahah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-32567191545353801</id><published>2009-04-06T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:35:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms Lai: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you were doing your PSLE, you complaint about how tough it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you were chionging for your O'levels, you complaint about how tough it is, and at the same time, laugh at how easy PSLE was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you come to JC, you complain about how tough A'levels is, and at the same time, laugh at how chicken feet O'levels was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing is, A'levels is really tough, and there will never be a day whereby you will look back and laugh at how easy A'levels was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think you're going through a tough period now, you haven't reached the toughest period. The toughest period is the period when you're preparing for A'levels. At that point of time, you'll realise there are so many concepts you are unclear about, you'll realise there are so many concepts you cannot apply, and you'll realise how easy your promo papers are as compared to the high standard of A'levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say, I was hit hard by those words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's okay it's alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pauline Pauline fight fight fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(on a side note, I'm going to donate blood!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-32567191545353801?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/32567191545353801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=32567191545353801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/32567191545353801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/32567191545353801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/wise-words.html' title='Wise words.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3892327082873382434</id><published>2009-03-12T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:35:36.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP Marraige Readings (With annotations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zenith Readings (With annotations)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP Youth Readings Online Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths E-learning on Transformations of Curves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths Tutorial on Transformations of Curves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths Holiday Assignment on Techniques+Applications of Differentiation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics PBL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics E-learning on Kinematics- Motion of Gravity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics Kinematics Tutorial + Assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry E-learning on Gases&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Tutorial on Gases&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Online MCQ test on Gases&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Holiday Assignment on Mole Concept, Redox, Back Titrations etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Literature Wuthering Heights Essay on Chapter 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Literature 2007 A' level Compare &amp;amp; Contrast Poetry Essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TEST on Techniques of Differentiation + Maclaurin's Series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TEST on Gases&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TEST on Wuthering Heights Chapters 1-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is a reminder to me in the future if I ever think that JC is easy, it is definitely not. Only one me, one week, yet so much to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What now? I shall do homework to death. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3892327082873382434?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3892327082873382434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3892327082873382434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3892327082873382434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3892327082873382434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays?'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6402446153161701152</id><published>2009-02-20T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:31:27.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfill someone else's dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, you fake a smile just to make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, you get so tired of falling that you don't want to stand up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, it seems like you always give it your all but you still don't get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, when you are that close to reaching your destination, you slip and fall and go back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, you finally succeed after so many failures yet no one is happy for you because they want you to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, people who don't put in as much heart as you succeeds whereas you who put in so much effort fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, life don't go the way we want it, we work so hard to achieve something, yet we always get something we don't want. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, you feel like you've definitely made the right choice at that point of time but only to find out that it was all a wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, in order to survive in this world, you do things unwillingly to try to fit in, because if you don't try to fit in at certain times, you'll be left alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, people tell you certain things to put you down and you know very well not to feel inferior, but yet in the end, you are still defeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile and be happy as the above only happens- sometimes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6402446153161701152?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6402446153161701152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6402446153161701152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6402446153161701152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6402446153161701152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/fulfill-someone-elses-dreams.html' title='Fulfill someone else&apos;s dreams.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-5360593992294396425</id><published>2009-02-13T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:47:44.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born of a vision to be the best.</title><content type='html'>Courage. Purpose. Character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit I was that teeny weeny bit disappointed when I didn't get into AJC. Nevertheless, don't worry about me (that is, if anyone reading this was worrying) because I am doing well in Meridian JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 Catch up with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that workaholic&lt;/span&gt;. (ahem ahem, will be fulfilled tomorrow. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Get used to the lecture-tutorial system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Complete my tour around the campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 Work harder and smarter so as to pass my promos&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with flying colors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 Stop feeling inferior towards the other smart-asses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 Love MJC more because they will help me achieve my dream &lt;s&gt;job of becoming a rich housewife.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 Learn to destress myself through Squash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 years isn't very long, it's a zoom, bam and pow and before you realise, it's over. MJC, otherwise known as Mugger JC or oftenly mistaken as MI, I gotta make it, because it's either do or die. (Seriously, it's no use getting an A' level cert that doesn't get you into any good University course.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, Happy Valentine's Day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I purposely changed my background to fill my empty heart. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-5360593992294396425?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5360593992294396425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=5360593992294396425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5360593992294396425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5360593992294396425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/born-of-vision-to-be-best.html' title='Born of a vision to be the best.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-9184243882687813032</id><published>2009-01-30T09:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:19:56.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE Posting Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sender: 74688&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Received: 06:52:34am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30.01.2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MOE: YAP JIA XI PAULINE, you are posted to MERIDIAN JC, SCIENCE (36S) under 2009 JAE. Pl report to JC/MI on 2 Feb 09 at 7.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-9184243882687813032?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9184243882687813032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=9184243882687813032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/9184243882687813032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/9184243882687813032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/jae-posting-results.html' title='JAE Posting Results'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-4313765086728975237</id><published>2009-01-07T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:08:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GCE' O Level Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Results for the 2008 GCE O-Level examination will be released on 12 Jan 2009 ( 2.00 pm ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 January 2oo9 Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the day I've been waiting for has arrived. Mixture of emotions holding me back. Excited to see if what I thought I've done well is really as well, yet filled with doubts and worries about the other subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earn Wen and I decided to meet earlier that day, in hope of calming each other down. Instead, we both kept whining and worrying, non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a stroll along the corridors of the familiar building as we peeked in to steal a glimpse of the hardworking students and our teachers. They haven't been dismissed yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept looking at my watch, tick tock tick tock. It's only 1.30pm, damn, this suspense is really killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We realised that more and more noise were filling up the building despite the fact that lessons were still going on, we guessed as much that more people have arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked down the stairs, to the place where we held our notes so frantically and nervously 2 months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Familiar faces turned to us but everyone eventually went back to their own world, as everyone had a "I'm so nervous I'm gonna die anytime" look on their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, one of the HOD spoke into the microphone in the hall, calling us in. Earn Wen and I separated ways and managed to voice a "Good luck good luck! :(" to each other as we lined up accordingly to our respective classes in the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A slideshow awaited us in the hall as we moaned and groaned as the HOD continued to talk non stop. All I remember hearing was "JAE JAE, 5 days to choose school.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the last slide was: "Now for your results!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers came from all corners. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, Mr Chin got hold of the microphone, smiling? I don't know, my soul wasn't even there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I heard was "A1.. A2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, of course I clapped for them. But after that, I went back to my own world, yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I heard more noise coming from the crowd, then I realised register no. 1 of all the classes are sitting on the chairs already, in front of their form teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Damn it, why is my register number at the back?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked around, as more and more people took their results. Screams and cries. As I turned to those with a smile on their faces, I dreamt that I would be smiling, soon, soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I realised it, I'm getting my results next. I cursed under my breath non-stop: "why is it taking so long, quick la! I want my results!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, the person in front of me screamed so loud, proudly announcing her results to the whole world. "Shut up, I haven't got my results!", I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My legs were numb as I struggled a little to get up and make my way to the warm seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAS: Hey Pauline -fiddles with some papers beneath the huge brown envelope-, how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAS: So what have you done during this long break? -still fiddling-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAS: -laugh- Nervous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Cher, can faster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAS: Okay okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there it was, that piece of paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: I haven't gone crazy, it's just that my imagination went wild. Nevertheless, those in bold are non-fiction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-4313765086728975237?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4313765086728975237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=4313765086728975237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4313765086728975237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4313765086728975237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/gce-o-level-results.html' title='GCE&apos; O Level Results'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-338143701541977469</id><published>2008-12-14T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:44:31.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So grow tall sugarcane. Eat that soil, drink the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kr:                         and when it was all over, the king and his retainers burst out laughing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;i give u a nice jap name&lt;br /&gt;oishii&lt;br /&gt;nice right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pauline: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kr:                         and when it was all over, the king and his retainers burst out laughing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;not nice meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pauline: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i give you a chinese name, want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kr:                         and when it was all over, the king and his retainers burst out laughing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pauline: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;han bao bao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kr:                         and when it was all over, the king and his retainers burst out laughing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;so u are oishii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pauline: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so you are han bao bao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kr:                         and when it was all over, the king and his retainers burst out laughing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not nice leh&lt;br /&gt;see oishii so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pauline: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not nice meh?&lt;br /&gt;then what u want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kr:                         and when it was all over, the king and his retainers burst out laughing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want my phonecall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: "I just want my phonecall" is a part of lines of Joker in Batman The Dark Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was a fruitful trip yesterday with my mama, I'm glad I'm going out tomorrow, if not I'll be pronounced dead. Bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alrighty then, off to play more Family Feud and then change the background of my blogskin. I shall make sure all your eyes go blind after coming to my blog, WAHAHAHAHA. Nah just kidding, I'll become blind too. Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-338143701541977469?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/338143701541977469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=338143701541977469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/338143701541977469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/338143701541977469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-grow-tall-sugarcane-eat-that-soil.html' title='So grow tall sugarcane. Eat that soil, drink the rain.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-2877630754418891482</id><published>2008-11-27T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:30:27.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve. But people are people, and sometimes it doesn't work out.</title><content type='html'>Ella ella ella eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt; I realised the significance in this statement after this period of time. The one who appears to be miss-nice to you is a devil within, and the one who gives you the hard time is an angel within. Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm lucky &lt;s&gt;I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/s&gt; to have met nice adult-colleagues who showed me the nice side of the working world, since my first experience was an ugly one. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, everything has two sides, I can't help but to feel a sense of longing(?) towards children who just pass by the shop and don't come towards me. Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have too much maternal instinct in me now, and till now I'm still hoping that I can promote toys again. Not hopeful, though. But come on, it feels great to have every little beings running to you excitedly. (Not for you, but for what you are holding/playing/controlling.) Still, you can't help but to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awwwwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't mind continuing this present experience, if not for some reasons, I think it'd be nice. Because when it all comes down, I've been there 6 days, come on, I've got the hang of it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, take a break and time to brace up for another adventure, this time feeling a little more hopeful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-2877630754418891482?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2877630754418891482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=2877630754418891482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2877630754418891482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/2877630754418891482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-little-bump-in-road-i-tried-to.html' title='Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve. But people are people, and sometimes it doesn&apos;t work out.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-8784171073154379942</id><published>2008-11-13T21:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:51:47.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's clear to me that everything has changed, because nothing that we do feels the same anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw5C-g0m-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9VzHu8KBxzA/s1600-h/CIMG0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw5C-g0m-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9VzHu8KBxzA/s400/CIMG0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148387419823074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, I've been rotting at my table, looking at books, papers, books, papers and more books and papers. I know, my room should be in a mess for the fact that my books and papers should be everywhere but look at how neat my books and files are! :D Nope, I didn't pack them before I took the picture. (Notice the television beside my table? You can't blame me for being distracted you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw5gw4ExyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gYug5rd80OM/s1600-h/CIMG0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw5gw4ExyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gYug5rd80OM/s400/CIMG0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148899155330850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dire situation calls for dire measures, every single wall of my room is filled with motivational quotes and of course not forgetting a gentle reminder for me everytime I look up so that I can stop daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw5-NymYCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ySp9e4FZz6Y/s1600-h/CIMG0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw5-NymYCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ySp9e4FZz6Y/s400/CIMG0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268149405133201442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps the happiest event during this period of time is to reduce the number on my cupboard. Instead of counting down by days, I counted down by papers, because counting down by days makes me feel unmotivated. (Since it takes 4 weeks to finish 16 papers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw6VgZmsjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sIFdSk1bmm8/s1600-h/CIMG0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw6VgZmsjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sIFdSk1bmm8/s400/CIMG0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268149805265629746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I'm sorry but I can't help to do stupid things like this when I'm bored. Nevertheless, you got to admit that this drawing is cute. (Yes, it's still on the board after so long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it must be boring to read through this entire post, but it's not everyday that I post about my life okay! Be honoured, please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hope my results don't fail me, because I feel like my dream of that JC is possible. But whatever it is, I know I've tried my best and I guess that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, hope and determination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-8784171073154379942?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8784171073154379942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=8784171073154379942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/8784171073154379942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/8784171073154379942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-its-clear-to-me-that-everything-has.html' title='And it&apos;s clear to me that everything has changed, because nothing that we do feels the same anymore.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRw5C-g0m-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9VzHu8KBxzA/s72-c/CIMG0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-8597704895570730581</id><published>2008-11-06T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:07:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRHSXyP6L4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZwcLqRgHJys/s1600-h/happiness_by_superKeci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRHSXyP6L4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZwcLqRgHJys/s400/happiness_by_superKeci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265220745440145282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I were a boy &lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand &lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl &lt;br /&gt;I swear I’d be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I’d listen to her &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts &lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted &lt;br /&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted &lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-8597704895570730581?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8597704895570730581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=8597704895570730581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/8597704895570730581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/8597704895570730581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SRHSXyP6L4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZwcLqRgHJys/s72-c/happiness_by_superKeci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-4613341784377644281</id><published>2008-08-10T20:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:10:48.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HELLO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised that I'm updating? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, point is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-ZYZ1d4YI/AAAAAAAAACg/uruYYu8nIp0/s1600-h/DSC02769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-ZYZ1d4YI/AAAAAAAAACg/uruYYu8nIp0/s400/DSC02769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069936558858626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for taking time off this busy period to crack your brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for spending so much money on presents and cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for making this day so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for giving me such a fantastic day of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LAUEARNWEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-cfvIwqTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWRXyLDEEG8/s1600-h/1_299092203l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-cfvIwqTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWRXyLDEEG8/s400/1_299092203l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233073361070893362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes I know it's very rude to call people by their surname :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this year has been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roller coaster ride&lt;/span&gt; for the both of us, okay maybe not to you, but to me yes it has been. I know that I'm not of any help when you need some real good advices and I know we always end up with a lot of misunderstandings and stuffs. Nevertheless, things will be better after o'levels I hope, right? :) Meanwhile, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; for continuing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be there for me in times when I needed you&lt;/span&gt; and for been so honest in your advices. Even though I may not give any good advices, I really hope you will continue to share your woes with me, at least I want you to know you're not facing anything alone okay? Let's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work hard together&lt;/span&gt; and remember, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can do it if you try hard enough!&lt;/span&gt; :) A big big, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;CORYCHUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-b8_wwTqI/AAAAAAAAADA/4re32YmhPwQ/s1600-h/1_412001621l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-b8_wwTqI/AAAAAAAAADA/4re32YmhPwQ/s400/1_412001621l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072764238188194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks for co-operating with me when I'm laming. Thanks to english lessons, I guess that's why we meet more often and I guess we've become closer. I know during english lessons most of the time we do not have time to actually talk about other things, nevertheless we always have the wonderful invention of handphone to get our messages across, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you so much for being the one who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there to keep me awake at night&lt;/span&gt; so that I can continue studying, thanks to your random smses. :D Always remember that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things will get better&lt;/span&gt; and like I told you before, things can never be as easy as we want them to turn out to be, but as long as we keep believing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we can do it&lt;/span&gt;. Just like how I believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can reach your goals in the end&lt;/span&gt;, keep going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;KERRYTHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-c2Xlby3I/AAAAAAAAADY/oFmcaGGnOyE/s1600-h/1_156185393m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-c2Xlby3I/AAAAAAAAADY/oFmcaGGnOyE/s400/1_156185393m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233073749885700978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for being so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motherly&lt;/span&gt; to me all these while, seriously I think you're cut out to be one! =P Seriously, I don't mean it in a bad way okay! Remember, it is never easy to not care about what others say, but at the end of it all, you know that you have all of us here for you and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are never going to hurt you like how some people may&lt;/span&gt;. Do not be too affected by them as they are not going to be the ones to be there for you afterall, at least we will, for now! :) Similarly, I know I wasn't of much help to you today, but just to let you know, when there's a will, there's way! Do not worry too much okay? I'm sure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things will work out just fine. :D Work hard for O'levels okay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;JESSIEPOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-drno-CNI/AAAAAAAAADg/IRWin2yZjik/s1600-h/DSC02773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-drno-CNI/AAAAAAAAADg/IRWin2yZjik/s400/DSC02773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233074664728561874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes we were all in this together, HAHAHA. At least I wasn't the one been tricked alone huh? Nevertheless, thanks for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;making your voice sound in my ear the whole day&lt;/span&gt; due to your unknown reason for your highness today. Thanks so much for trying so freaking hard to get a present for me that I will seriously love. I know by the time you read this it would have already been over my birthday, nevertheless just want to let you know, anything will do, seriously! :) Thank you so much for being the only one who will laugh at my jokes because the others are completely ignoring me already. -.-" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday to you too&lt;/span&gt; and let's work hard together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-b4gw5SAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ix0CH97QYBk/s1600-h/1_524960038l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-b4gw5SAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ix0CH97QYBk/s400/1_524960038l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072687197800450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;MASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;MINDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-cDKKAEjI/AAAAAAAAADI/4Zli3_UBaCs/s1600-h/DSC02784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-cDKKAEjI/AAAAAAAAADI/4Zli3_UBaCs/s400/DSC02784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072870107648562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know this may not mean much, but leave the best for the last ma (at the end of the year)! Haha. One last big big thank you to you guys once again, thanks for bringing so much joy into my sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16(in a few days) years of my life :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and before I end, if you don't know anything at all, please do not make any unnecessary remarks or comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm happy and my friends are happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I love them and they love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and that's enough, so I do not need anyone to judge our friendship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for choir, if you do not know choir at all, I would gladly appreciate for you to keep your comments to yourself, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt; and may you all dream of cotton candy and lollipops, have the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; dreams! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh what a nice colour orange is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-4613341784377644281?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4613341784377644281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=4613341784377644281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4613341784377644281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4613341784377644281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! (:'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SJ-ZYZ1d4YI/AAAAAAAAACg/uruYYu8nIp0/s72-c/DSC02769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-1182311538627035746</id><published>2008-06-11T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:31:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I know a lot of people miss me right? (Starts counting with fingers) Urm, okay not a lot, but I happy can already! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously TOO lazy to blog every single thing so let's just sum it up in one sentence, go Pauline you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I seriously enjoyed the Choir Camp from the bottom-most of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adorable &lt;/span&gt;heart, and let's work hard together towards Cantare II okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, I told you I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end off this super random post with a conversation I just had with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;indicates &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;indicates&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;babyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm super bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cry lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;what's your problem laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i really very bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;play with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-one hour later-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hahaha don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;baby why you always one hour later then reply me one&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;wa best, now don't even reply me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;i like to see baby sad and talk to herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;walau $%$^%&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;nehmind at least you realised I'm a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;oops&lt;br /&gt;himself i mean&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reminding me of the typo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#%$#%#$^^%$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sorry la&lt;br /&gt;one typo only you need to be so agitated meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes go ahead and laugh. No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Did I mentioned before my second brother and I call each other baby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-1182311538627035746?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1182311538627035746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=1182311538627035746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1182311538627035746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1182311538627035746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/random.html' title='RANDOM!'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-6970165217778622971</id><published>2008-05-15T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:01:26.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't there someone watching over us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Mariah Carey - Bye Bye]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          This is for my peoples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who just lost somebody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your best friend, your baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your man or your lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put your hand way up high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will never say bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends and cousins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is for my peoples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who lost their grandmothers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lift your head to the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause we will never say bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sichuan Quake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SCxB3mf-bgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zpw2lVH_2rE/s1600-h/23202498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SCxB3mf-bgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zpw2lVH_2rE/s400/23202498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200604093189352962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myanmar Cyclone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SCxCD2f-bhI/AAAAAAAAACY/YqPoB9Pb3wc/s1600-h/1_247368_1_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SCxCD2f-bhI/AAAAAAAAACY/YqPoB9Pb3wc/s400/1_247368_1_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200604303642750482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are, because according to so many different people on this round planet, you have so many different faces. So this letter is addressed to whoever you are, who is always watching over all of us from above. Perhaps you guys are crowding together as a group as you read this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wrote this letter is because I'm feeling a little confused down here. Sometimes you take a few of my closed ones away from me, sometimes you take a few of other peoples' closed ones away from them away as well. I understand why you have to do this, because you need to get them back to where they were in the first place. I have never once blamed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you decide to give someone life, but then even before he can see the world, you take him back already. I understand, you don't want him to grow up suffering. I don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really feeling confused, because it has only been a week, but you have taken away so many people. These people are people whom I have never met or known, but still I wonder, are you holding a huge party above that you need more angels up there to make sure the party goes well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you really that angry with all of us for destroying this round planet, that's why you are punishing us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blaming you, really. But I really don't understand why are you doing this much in just a week. Have we really not made you appeased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, that is your decision afterall, and there is nothing we can do about it. But can you at least give the survivors the strength to carry on? Because me sitting here writing this letter to you isn't helping much, so I plead to you, please, just a little request from me to you, just give them hope to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't mind granting another little request from me, can you stop taking away people? I'm sure you have a lot of angels up there as companion for you already and your anger has already simmered down after all these, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a good girl. I won't release unnecessary substances into the air and I will stop wasting papers. Please, don't be angry anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-6970165217778622971?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6970165217778622971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=6970165217778622971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/6970165217778622971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnG-OcMDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TWLaaes4e24/s1600-h/amore_by_ammartinez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 186px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnG-OcMDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TWLaaes4e24/s400/amore_by_ammartinez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190898817851723234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can sometimes be magic.&lt;br /&gt;But magic can sometimes.. just be an illusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-207477499702436356?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/207477499702436356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=207477499702436356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/207477499702436356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/207477499702436356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-what-is.html' title='love, what is?'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnG-OcMDeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TWLaaes4e24/s72-c/amore_by_ammartinez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-1901898783926822648</id><published>2008-04-06T08:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:16:02.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PECKJ :D</title><content type='html'>Love might occupy you for awhile, but afterall, you will realise friends are always there for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnDrecMDbI/AAAAAAAAABg/ftPYA11hOf0/s1600-h/SL370087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 276px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnDrecMDbI/AAAAAAAAABg/ftPYA11hOf0/s400/SL370087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190895197194292658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working/planning/thinking/cracking my brains/co-ordinating with 3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Best friends: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cory&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kerry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jessie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnAvecMDaI/AAAAAAAAABY/TCHAzNPs4gQ/s1600-h/SL370020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 289px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnAvecMDaI/AAAAAAAAABY/TCHAzNPs4gQ/s400/SL370020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190891967378886050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One surprised and happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Earn Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnEZucMDcI/AAAAAAAAABo/oCp0BfLuCuk/s1600-h/SL370063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 225px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnEZucMDcI/AAAAAAAAABo/oCp0BfLuCuk/s400/SL370063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190895991763242434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;organisers&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday girl&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnEzOcMDdI/AAAAAAAAABw/A9m0tQCqMZU/s1600-h/SL370093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 321px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnEzOcMDdI/AAAAAAAAABw/A9m0tQCqMZU/s400/SL370093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190896429849906642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the 'PAULINE' &lt;s&gt;signature&lt;/s&gt; pose, don't laugh, no really, don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-1901898783926822648?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1901898783926822648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=1901898783926822648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1901898783926822648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1901898783926822648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/peckj-d.html' title='PECKJ :D'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_boQoz9W42fs/SAnDrecMDbI/AAAAAAAAABg/ftPYA11hOf0/s72-c/SL370087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-7839823319623246058</id><published>2008-03-21T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:30:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>I need to find back the enthusiasm in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-7839823319623246058?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7839823319623246058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=7839823319623246058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/7839823319623246058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/7839823319623246058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/03/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-5286935856038345934</id><published>2008-03-10T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:56:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=[</title><content type='html'>2nd april is coming so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you to go, but it's for your own good. :{ and it's for a happy thing afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will miss having someone around house whom i can bombard my nonsense with, because i hate talking to walls actually. even though most of the time you were ignoring me, i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss hugging someone, because the only person i really really hug is you. i hug you when i'm happy, angry, sad, hungry, full, sick. basically i have to hug you at least 10 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss seeing you using the computer until i fall asleep, because it's weird i know, but i can't sleep when i don't see you using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss seeing you draw, although i always give you completely useless comments like i think the monster should be cuter, it was my routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss your scoldings whenever i asked you an in my point of view "super-damn-tough-that-cannot-be-broken-or-thrown-or-bended" amaths question and you just have to tell me one step to let me realise it's just a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know even if you don't leave now, you have to some time later. we can't stay in a house together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, it's hard parting with someone you seen for 16 years.&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/203186637384971913-5286935856038345934?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5286935856038345934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=5286935856038345934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5286935856038345934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5286935856038345934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='=['/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-7318120369502005615</id><published>2008-02-04T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:00:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy chinese new year. }}</title><content type='html'>who can fall in love with angels? }}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post, I mentioned that hopefully by the next post that I post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grasshopper &lt;/span&gt;would be looking at me with a different set of eyes already. I guess it was my effort that paid off, because well, this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grasshopper: &lt;/span&gt;Why are you in my srp ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Huh, you ask me come one what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grasshopper: &lt;/span&gt;But you can do all my tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Huh okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grasshopper: &lt;/span&gt;Don't care, means you must get me an A1 during o'levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep trying, don't worry :D Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grasshopper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year is coming, and I only have a simple wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish for luck, because they will run out some day. I do not wish for wealth, because well, they run out some day as well. I do not wish for happiness, because I will become too proud. I do not wish for love, because I already have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wish for, is health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With health, I'm sure it will bring me a long way. It will open many doors like wealth, love, happiness and luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just posting a short little post to the heartbroken/sad souls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be very simple and happy, all you have to do is smile in the mirror every morning and laugh 3 HUGE laughs. Trust me, you will be in a good mood the whole day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, it works for me, because I tried it today and well, I guess it really does have some magical powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing you a happy new year [regardless of chinese or not], remember, good health comes before anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-7318120369502005615?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7318120369502005615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=7318120369502005615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/7318120369502005615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/7318120369502005615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='happy chinese new year. }}'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-1184599996482675452</id><published>2008-01-24T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:30:17.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2oo8 really sucks;</title><content type='html'>Had the urge to blog, so here I am once again. If you are reading this post, I guess I must really say I appreciate it, because you are still visiting my blog frequently. In my heart, I guess I already have the answers of who you are. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly say I have been super busy for the past 24-1 = 23 days. But somehow, whenever I stop and think about it, the days seem so super long, it's like they are really hard to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, looking back, I can't seem to find my life last year. Even though a new environment was rather torturous to me [at first], somehow this feeling is kind of different this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For at least, I remembered been a little happier last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, for I really don't know. Perhaps I have changed, or perhaps the people around me changed me, I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends are still great, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bothering me? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the feeling of emptiness somehow. Sometimes during lessons, I find my mind drifting away, going away to thoughts I shouldn't be thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think I want to daydream? I really don't wish to, but there's like nothing that seems real going on in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the only real thing that happens is when people argue, quarrel, fight, cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this kind of life, though I have to accept it. It's only been 23 days my dear pauline and you are complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing aside these thoughts, o'levels results were released today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom-most of my heart, I really really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;only wanted an a2. Because I knew that was my limit. [Even though I told myself I had to get an a1 in order not to drop HMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be proud, I won't give up, I won't stop just here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it's the end of the year that we should be worrying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the last time, let me think about it. For I don't know why, I doubt my results. For all I care, you may be thinking that I'm really proud by saying this. But if you really know me, I know you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my standard really that? Am I really worthy of it? Or was it because my register number is so behind that the teachers were so pissed off they just scribbled off my papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just be a little happier by getting what I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I shall be happy. Only crazy people who are crazy will do crazy things like thinking crazy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I hope that by the time I blog the next post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grasshopper &lt;/span&gt;would not be looking at me with those eyes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I mind him so much, seriously. But perhaps it's just the feeling of been 'neglected'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you wouldn't like it if someone keeps thinking you are really lousy at something and even though you try really really very hard to get it right, he/she just doesn't seem to see your effort and ignores you/refuse to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to explain to me things like 'he was writing something on the board' or 'he was teaching somebody else'. I understand what I'm feeling and I trust it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, trust me, will you? He was completely looking at me and ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that gives me more energy to work hard, to prove to him that he's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once again, why am I so bothered by it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I've already come so far in blogging this, I shall continue. [You can stop here if you want.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is just around the corner, and of course my heart aches everytime I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, you pushed the red packet to me. You told me, "Ah Paul-ling ah, 你拿去啦，不然如果明年啊公我不在了你就没有了."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember insisting to you that you need the money for your food and that you will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for that moment, I forgot you are only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life completely changed on one night, that night you fell down, and had a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You became someone I don't know, or at least, someone who is totally different from who I knew for 15 years. You began to behave like a child who throws tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 6 months, you were suffering. Even though you didn't tell me, I had eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 6 months, I was the one hoaxing you. Telling you to be a good boy and eat your medicine so you can get well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 6 months, I was the one feeding you [besides my mother, of course], getting water for you, telling you everything was fine with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 6 months, I became familiar with a route I was never familiar with.  The route which lead me to Singapore General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 6 months, I wasn't feeling okay. But whenever I told myself how worse you were feeling as compared to me, I knew I had to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 6 months, I always had banana to eat. Because you knew I like to eat bananas, and whenever the hospital lunch/dinner 's fruit is banana,  you never failed to leave it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 6 months however, I was only by your side for 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last crutial month was when I was studying hard for my EOY which meant importance to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were important to me, but I knew you wouldn't want me to neglect my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on to studying hard, studying and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I wanted to visit you again, you were no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what hurts me the most? It's that the day before when my mother brought you for rehabilation, you were asking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Paul-ling lei? Ah Paul-ling lei?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 1 month, when you needed all of us, I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think the last time I saw you was when you kept using the hospital phone to call me to tell me you want the 'axe brand ointment' and because my mother didn't want to get it for you as you always leaked away all the ointment, leaving with the bottle only, I brought it there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel regretful actually, only sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because after you are gone then I realised that you have already a little corner of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY will not be the same anymore, at least for what goes on at my father's side since my mother's side will be the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading till now, I appreciate it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Off to being my happy self, I can't be thinking of him all day right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be thinking of you every second, but you know I will be every single night, before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-1184599996482675452?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1184599996482675452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=1184599996482675452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1184599996482675452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1184599996482675452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/01/2oo8-really-sucks.html' title='2oo8 really sucks;'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-8109714019944286536</id><published>2007-12-22T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:07:05.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PECKJ (:</title><content type='html'>oh babey, see i'm so nice, i don't usually update okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D anyway, thursday was PECKJ outing, oh babey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did quite a lot of things :D exchanging presents/cards, pastamania, truth or dare, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i wasn't very daring to do the dare [sorry about this ):], i still have to say, i had fun! really really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what should i type to express these feelings, but i know you guys know what i mean,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-8109714019944286536?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8109714019944286536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=8109714019944286536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/8109714019944286536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/8109714019944286536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2007/12/peckj.html' title='PECKJ (:'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-4060115799241288889</id><published>2007-11-28T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:56:17.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy with a little bit of emotional. }}</title><content type='html'>I know, I just realised for the past 1 year, I blogged an amazing amount of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha I know, that is an nice number. Don't have to praise me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm feeling kind of light and happy now. :D I don't know why. It's not like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELVIN NG&lt;/span&gt; smsed me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just feel happy. Haha. Maybe because I feel love, all around. [Nothing to do with BGR, thank you.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, a little bit more in depth topic for awhile before I get back to rubbish in this post okay. Because it's been long since I wrote stuff like this, whereby everyone can read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: If this is the first time you're reading my blog, have you been living under a rock? Kidding. :D Anyway my posts doesn't necessary relate to me or anyone close to me, they can be random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I really wonder why people are two-faced. Not in the way, two-lived. But yes, two-faced. What do I mean by that? I mean for example in class you are like good friends but other than that, you are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of weird, really. I'm sure many people felt this way before, or am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically as it sounds, it's kind of sad too. How would you feel if one day you are so close to this person and the next you are total strangers, total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if you aren't even sure yourself if it really did happened. And if it really did happened, will it still happen again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, perhaps it's reasons are simple? Maybe you feel awkward other than that, I don't know. I am not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, it doesn't necessary means two-faced in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example can be whereby someone can treat you so well today, bring you high high high up to the sky. But the next day, your heart gets broken. (In a way, friendship can apply too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I cling on too much, really too much on stupid hopes that will never be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way life is, the higher you reach, the higher you fall. But then again, if we reach for the skies instead of the clouds, we will fall on the clouds instead of the ground. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: If you didn't understood a single thing out of what I typed above, it's okay. Because at parts when I re-read, I didn't understand too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think those were just a load of crap, it's okay as well. That's the way I am, always writing/typing random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to my normal crazy posts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been normal. [Other than crazy times with besties] Pretty straight and stuff like that. =x Like you know, I know, GAH. We all know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And 1 month is going to be over. Life will be crazy after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get through these, I hope I won't get too stressed out. Okay, speak the truth pauline. I was only stressed a few times this year. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T Time to get stressed, I mean in a good way. So I can do more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing that my headaches are getting worse each day, it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-interrupts with the click 5-jenny-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First you said you won't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then you said you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You keep me hanging on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and we're not moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing still, Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me on my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's killing me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't laugh at me please. I know that was stupidly random. Okay, I know that, don't have to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. That's my mood nowadays : RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little teapot. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say something really sad? ): Aw, here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of my post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-4060115799241288889?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4060115799241288889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=4060115799241288889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4060115799241288889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4060115799241288889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-with-little-bit-of-emotional.html' title='happy with a little bit of emotional. }}'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3325775601250099069</id><published>2007-11-13T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:34:15.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you not because of who you are, but because of who i am when i'm with you. }}</title><content type='html'>KONICHIWA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, surprised to see my blog been revived right? As usual, back on POPULAR demand, I'm here typing all these rubbish, hoping you would read. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life haven't been easy ever since my last post, seriously. Lots of things happened, in this half of year. I faced many obstacles mainly - examinations and deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT still, I am still myself and I just do whatever I want. :D Huahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays? ): 2 weeks have passed, and what have i accomplished? Practically nothing. When I open up the &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; textbooks and notes, I either fall asleep or just close them back. Isn't that a great accomplishment? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, a GREAT accomplishment is awaiting for me next tuesday. (: Study? Nope. Choir? Nope. FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pecj should know I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let me blog when I really know what to blog okay. =[ I'm already good enough to revive it.. okay maybe at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, EARNIE, I updated liao, happy? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3325775601250099069?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3325775601250099069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3325775601250099069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3325775601250099069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3325775601250099069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-you-not-because-of-who-you-are.html' title='i love you not because of who you are, but because of who i am when i&apos;m with you. }}'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-5105814274782935272</id><published>2007-05-27T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:31:33.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home. (:</title><content type='html'>HOME SWEET HOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is stupid to describe every single thing that happened in taman so i won't. hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to say, my leg is soooo poor thing. ay. it will get well one. hehehe. like what earnie said, on monday when my legs see her they will heal! [though i don't know why.] HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss the guides (: really! but it won't last forever. so i won't say something like i will remember them forever and i will miss them every second. but whenever i happen to think of this trip, they would definitely come in mind! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm home. i have to start worrying about choir stuff all over again. but it's okay. the powerful 7 sec 3 committee will do it! (: LUCKY 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope by the camp i can run about again! yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;because i want to PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch my princess show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTNIGHT. no la.&lt;br /&gt;MORNING MORNING. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-5105814274782935272?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5105814274782935272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=5105814274782935272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5105814274782935272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/5105814274782935272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home. (:'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-1280445691040593058</id><published>2007-05-19T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:21:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh sheet.</title><content type='html'>sheet, i just realised it's been awhile since i updated this blog. alamak. and i didn't even realised it. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alriiiighhhtttt. this week was rather slack. yay! :D but i thought that the sports day was super boring. talentime wasn't as interesting anymore. most probably they classified them into dance, singing and band. that's why they kicked a lot of people and now, it's only them. and sad to say, the them weren't impressive, not that i'm great or what, but yeah. also, the sound system cropped up. so congratulations. but still, sincere congratulations to those who performed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir camp's coming. yay! :D if i do anything wrong, please tell me directly. i don't want everything to mess up on that day ok? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taman's tomorrow. i'm scared. =[ and i will miss earnie. ): mummy, how can you bring me to a place to torture me and you stay here. NEHmind, i will take care one. i will come back in one piece one. don't worry! like earnie said: "我刘恩雯的朋友不会有事的!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, DON'T WORRY OK. (: i am fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. so here i go..&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;BYEBYE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-1280445691040593058?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1280445691040593058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=1280445691040593058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1280445691040593058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/1280445691040593058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/ooh-sheet.html' title='ooh sheet.'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-3537186274783385223</id><published>2007-05-13T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:34:29.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing testing 1 2 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think blogger hates me. because it always shows me a lot of stupid error messages. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway! happy mother's day to all the mummies in the world. (: especially to earnie and cory, for been my mummys. because everytime i see them i would definitely say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" MUMMY!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh anyways! on a sadder note, tomorrow is the doomsday, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't do well, i have nobody but me to blame, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we have to face it one right! (: yup yup. so i may be in a bad mood tomorrow, soooooo.. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know what to blog about luh.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow maybe got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-3537186274783385223?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3537186274783385223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=3537186274783385223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3537186274783385223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/3537186274783385223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/testing-testing-1-2-3.html' title=''/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-7488422969579981576</id><published>2007-05-10T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:33:18.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is friendship to fly (:</title><content type='html'>Hello my darlings! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.. it's been a loooooooooooong time since I actually blogged. And I know I know, a lot of people told my me -ignorance.blogspot.com is already rotting. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. back on POPULAR demand, here I come! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry for this interruption: earnwen xiao jie, i know you said before if you see any yellow sponges around in my blog, you would not want to come, but i know you will, because you can't bear to! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! So I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations are OVER! But I don't feel that stress release. I don't know why but ah wells! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I should say, so.&lt;br /&gt;TATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-7488422969579981576?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7488422969579981576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=7488422969579981576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/7488422969579981576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/7488422969579981576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-you-need-is-friendship-to-fly.html' title='all you need is friendship to fly (:'/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203186637384971913.post-4919914467361965804</id><published>2007-05-10T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:32:08.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203186637384971913-4919914467361965804?l=spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4919914467361965804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203186637384971913&amp;postID=4919914467361965804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4919914467361965804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203186637384971913/posts/default/4919914467361965804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spongewhocouldfly.blogspot.com/2007/05/test.html' title=''/><author><name>pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13741281667868201891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
