<?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-18716152</id><updated>2011-05-06T12:05:35.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:[JilLyAnN]Ie:. _-_-_ ExPeRiEnCe =&gt; Peer-in-Exec.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716152.post-115917058890129839</id><published>2006-09-25T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:33:50.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Short Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yup, it sure was a short monday to start off with. Wasn't so bad after all! In fact, it was just 2hours of Economics tutorial in class. Well, I kinda shiver at the thought of receiving my papers back.. Didn't I did prettily well (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't believe I'm actually smiling&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyways, I WAS quite pleased with my MCQ results. It definitely exceeded my expectation. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ShhhHHhh, I didin't really focus myself to study this.. It was a slip-shod work, I SWEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Of course, am proud that I could recall certain concepts and understood what my tutor mentioned - that's optimistic ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then met the rest in the concourse, and boy, was I freaked out when &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DogLover&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me about Chemistry. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hmm, I think mine wouldn't be better off? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then there was the resent for the new time-table we've got for the term. Seriously, it was &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; since, you only needa come for just a few hours of learning and be sent home before 1230h. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I said, some would be diligent and study in school~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chilled in school and chatter with ex-classmates, sharing our &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;experience when we got back our results. ROFL. But it sure was good seeing &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LitGuruNa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(: After that, we went for some lunch break at the canteen. It only occurred to me that our juniors are having study break~ &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No wonder the school lack of monkeys, I mean, people..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had to hit the bookstore and was surprised my usual dudes came along with me! ^^ Found &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychotic Shooter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; along the way, and had a short chat, too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;She said I've grown thin =X What the.. Like, I've gained, can? &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Not sure why &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DogLover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was in such a high mood, especially when we were traveling in the bus =X &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What went into you girl? Trying to let the whole bus know ye presence, no? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You should've done it in front of &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You-Know-Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Wakakakakaakakakaka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guess what?! I know what I can use to store my &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice Nine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; posters!! There's this super BIG B4/A3 folio that can store the portraits! Yay! Which means I can get to see 'em through the pages without having them dirtied.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;AhhhH!! So happy!! I think I'd better tell my fellow Arisu9 fanmates too (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Gotta save up too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And of all places, we got stuck in the book section, looking at books like "Tarot Decoder", or the "Dream Decoder". Seriously, would you try out the Tarots? I've the urge to try out, BUT, am told not to. T__T &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos you're gonna get this and that, and it's witch-craft, blah~~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But it sure is interesting looking through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grabbed the dream interpreter and dived into the "Life and Death" section. I recalled &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s dream about me meeting an accident, and even died. Gee, and what's this about attending my funeral? &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kewl, a vamp like me had always wanted to sleep in a coffin..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Positive? Well, kinda. It states that, "it could be bringing in a celebration". &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, doesn't that sound oh-SO familiar to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DogLover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;? Lol.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What about -ve? Well, it says we'll both become some enemies or something, but like, is that gonna happen? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moved on to the "Crystal Decoder" where we gawked at some of the pretty gems and, obviously, crystals. We checked everyone's gem and its hidden meaning - but strangely, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PinkPrincess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' has almost no direct relation with her! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hmm, maybe hers is a special case (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; As for yours truly, I got everything that attributes of a leader, and I went like.. WHOA~ &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said it sounded really me =X &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I wonder if there's double meaning to that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/400/gazette7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Enough said! I wanna post up more of bishies with long hair, and I still think they're kewl, not &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;, no sir. =P &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gazette &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;desu~ ^^ &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/18716152-115917058890129839?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115917058890129839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115917058890129839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115917058890129839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115917058890129839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/very-short-monday.html' title='A Very Short Monday'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115900360980650247</id><published>2006-09-24T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:36:13.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazette - Silly God Disco PV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/AkemiMCR/J-Rock/Gazette/dansu0pw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/AkemiMCR/J-Rock/Gazette/dansu0pw.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/AkemiMCR/J-Rock/Gazette/dansu0pw.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/AkemiMCR/J-Rock/Gazette/dansu0pw.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh my words.. Did you see that? The person grooving in the middle? ^^ He's Uruha in Gazette.. People are just oh-so-fanatic about his grooviness~~ Which I must say is good.. Just LOOK! Kinda sexy isn't it? (: &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/18716152-115900360980650247?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115900360980650247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115900360980650247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115900360980650247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115900360980650247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/gazette-silly-god-disco-pv.html' title='Gazette - Silly God Disco PV'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115900215978463542</id><published>2006-09-23T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:23:36.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay-ness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Let's see, a recap of yesterday (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Went out really early setting out to the Central in the morning to collect the artbook. Pretty kewl to see the pictures in it^^ Bet my sista heart it loads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Head down to the East to meet &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stella-imooto&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to pay for the AliceNine merchandise. Remember the stoopid money changing effect yesterday? I guess it's a blessing in disguise: she told me she'd lotsa Yens and thought it would be better for me to use those instead, which means, I only needa use SGD! ^^ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Phew~ Can't wait to get my the AliceNine special 80pages magazine + postcards (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hurried back to the West to meet up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DogLover&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a short chit-chat session over desserts ^^ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, I've been traveling nearly around the island in one go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Already nearing 1600h, and I've gotta meet my ex-classmates for a game of badminton!! &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; called to inform me about the change in venue and even suggested a surreal way of reaching the venue.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; GahHhhHH!! Travel again to mid West! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Finally reached the hall at 1615h~ and played with 'em. Not sure why but I played really bad today T___T &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I blame it on my clothings? ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, it was a great get-along session for all of us who were present. In fact, I was rather appalled to see the enthusiasm of &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Washroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who allowed me to use his racquet. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow, honor man~~ His racquets don't come cheap, ye know? Did I mention I was quite scared about handling it? ROFL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Getting really late, and we left the place at 6pm, all heading back to the pit-stop where I last stopped.. Okie, thanks a lot really for making it convenient for &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TJL, GGH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TKH &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;^^ All of 'em dined in the mall except me. Just can't take in anything that early.. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hollered me and I received my much awaited AliceNine portraits!! YaY!! Was so happy to see the first person in the transparent baggy - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shou-kun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Soymilk ish lurve~~ Hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm so gonna turn on my fangirl mood again!! Like what she told me, "Go home then unwrap it, or else they might crumple (;"!! Yesh yesh!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Getting really late and we all headed for the bus interchange. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TKH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uttered that the pavement we were walking at looks like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kerning City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. Haha!! Seriously, he is right to a certain extent.. I didn't know they're still playing maple story~~ Anyways, everyone parted their ways from there. Tiring day it is, but definitely worth my time spent on. (: Heart you people!&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/18716152-115900215978463542?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115900215978463542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115900215978463542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115900215978463542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115900215978463542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-ness.html' title='Yay-ness!!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115883568625377032</id><published>2006-09-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:49:03.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slain! and the Pain(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesh! It's finally down and over.. PRELIMS' SLAIN! Yes bro! I painted the whole town with my favorite color &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Mixed feelings right now.. Anyways, we decided to hit central to do some shopping, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I was just tagging with them to buy their stuff though, rofl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And we keep running into&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Somebody's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hubby.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Gahh, maybe he's trying to seek your attention, at the wrong time though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd to head over to the money changer&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(cos I'm getting stuff from Japan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and they tagged along with me. And you're so not gonna believe this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All four of us were walking near the shops when we neared this particular one that's under renovation or something. Suddenly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wingx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;screeched and dodged. And before I could ask what had happened, I found myself striked by a wooden plank. Ouch indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously, I thought I was like some animation character.. Blurified after getting the hit.. Think that's not enough headaches? Think again~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Crying out loud that I'd got the full blast and saved the rest from getting the head-on, then came another.. This time, it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Psychotic Shooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;who's up to no good.. She was walking home with her momsy, and seeing the goodie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, she couldn't resist but tackled me with a whip on my head. GAHhHhHhHh!! Double ouch!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sobs, I feel so danger striken.. My friends were all lol-ing right in front of me,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Stop denying you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; They even made sure I was out of an incoming biker. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Like, are you an idiot? This is a pavement for us shoppers to walk, not for your bike, ye know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like, what's the world come to now.. Okay, maybe I'm being really sore due to all these ramps I've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And when I reached the money changer, I COULDN'T GET TO CHANGE THE JAPANESE YEN THAT I NEED! Why? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"I'm sorry, you've not enough SGD to change for the amount of Yen because I've only big notes available".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Darned! So I saved up for nothing eh? GrrrRrrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never mind that.. We headed back to the bus-stop and I hanged around alongside with them for a while before going off. Yet another disappointment: momsy wants me to do some errands so I couldn't go out for the shopping T___T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mentioned all the crappy stuff I'd got to all 4 of them. Seriously, I really hoped they would go without me, but they proved me otherwise. Ah man, I feel ever guilty for being the baddie to pull all of 'em down from the trip.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;GUYS, I'm REALLY REALLY sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I sure hope we can all go out &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOON&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one day ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115883568625377032?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115883568625377032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115883568625377032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115883568625377032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115883568625377032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/slain-and-pains.html' title='Slain! and the Pain(s)'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115882492474826428</id><published>2006-09-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:01:48.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Planet Are You From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Pluto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/pluto.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a dark, mysterious soul, full of magic and the secrets of the universe.You can get the scoop on anything, but you keep your own secrets locked in your heart.You love change and you use it to your advantage, whether by choice or chance.You don't like to compromise, to the point of being self-destructive with your stubborness.Live life with love, and your deep powers will open the world to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Planet Are You From?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whoo.. Yuki-chan led me to this quiz.. It's so me.. I know what you're thinking.. It's so not me right? Ha! That's when you're wrong.. Do you really know the true me? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115882492474826428?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115882492474826428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115882492474826428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115882492474826428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115882492474826428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-planet-are-you-from.html' title='What Planet Are You From?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115868948625845497</id><published>2006-09-20T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:29:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Last Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Whoots.. Chemistry papers fer today. Let's see, I wasn't at all that nervy, I guess? ^^ I just did what I thought was right, and hopefully, that'll pull me through (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everything ended so swiftly!! I got to get home as early as noon ^^ And on the way, I got to wander off stroking that pretty kitty around the block near school. Seriously, I think some dudes took away her kittens.. The whole litter of 'em, GONE.. T__T So upsettting! I mean, when I went over to stroke it, it actually &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STARED&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at me for a moment - as though communicating to me its sorrow and anger.. After which, it mewed sadly. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Awww, heart wrenching!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, I thought it would be great for me to chill out a lil' since there ain't no paper tomorrow! (: The result? I was busy spamming in my subscribed forum.. ROFL. It sure was fun ^^ The good thing about it? You get to stalk others (; Nah, I'm just joking. You get to communicate with different groups of people, which is really kewl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;WHOO!! Just can't wait to receive all my goodies of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arisu9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; merchandize.. From portraits to their DVD single, boy oh boy!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fangirl mode..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And with the portraits coming in, you can tell why &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jilly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ish happy lately (; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hint hint, this coming Friday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And yes! The Shoxx Bis Vol. 10!! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You asked what I'm doing right now? Haha, listening to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arisu9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gazette&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s songs.. All credits to all fellow mates in the forum!! And shoots, looking through all those bishie piccies that were constantly uploaded by y'all ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/320/20-1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;See? My latest craze.. Shoots.. Really wonder how on earth I got so addicted to them.. ^^ Still heart 'em loads! And I am trying to psycho others into loving 'em too.. (;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yahoo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ain't sleeping yet. Not sure why~~ Already 2am y'all!! Whoots.. I gotta study for my final paper.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hai! Jilly ganbari masu!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115868948625845497?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115868948625845497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115868948625845497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115868948625845497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115868948625845497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-last-paper.html' title='The Second Last Paper'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115787655680447085</id><published>2006-09-10T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:27:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Accessory Collectn (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Whoo!! Let's see.. I've got these items on Friday.. Haha, and it does costs me quite a bit.. Now, the piccies!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/sakura.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/320/sakura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Description: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A hairpin permeating with the sweet scent of the Sakura Blossom season! A dragonfly of clear quartz and pink crystals is set upon two branches of fully bloomed sakura blossoms. The whole setup is set upon an ebony black slot in hairpin. Goes perfectly with gaudy pink spaghetti straps and sexy bondage pants. Your indispensable accessory for the perfect clubbing outfit to charm guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/320/amy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Description: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There lives a girl in a castle, hidden away from the prying eyes of mortal kind, waiting patiently for her father who is on a journey to seeking the perfect world for the both of them. Upon her slender neck, she wore a choker, whereupon a rose of Hope blooms beautifully. The choker you see here is modeled in an almost similar fashion to hers. A rose of deep, rich maroon blooms in a prison-like field of black faux pearls, garnet bicones and black gunmetal chains. A jet pearl fastened in an intricately fashioned silver cradle dangles from a mass of black faux pearls, black gunmetal chains and black acrylic tear drops. A silver Celtic cross is attached to the end. This choker closes with a rhodium plated lobster clasp and extension. Goes perfectly with black and dark maroon office attires, casual attires and EGA outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kewl stuff isn't it? They even put up some synopsis of their items.. Wonderful.. (: Of course, I didn't just collect these - had to get another item for that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.. You'll know who.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And hey, YOU will be so touched for what I've done, despite that troublesome ache I've got.. Be grateful!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115787655680447085?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115787655680447085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115787655680447085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115787655680447085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115787655680447085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-accessory-collectn.html' title='Another Accessory Collectn (:'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115747346472201707</id><published>2006-09-06T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:26:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nami Tamaki - Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/CMH5MiYU3YM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/CMH5MiYU3YM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoots! Heard of the first ending song in Gundam Seed Destiny? (: I found it in the webbie, and really enjoyed listening + watching the video ^^ Hope you guys enjoy it along with me!! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115747346472201707?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115747346472201707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115747346472201707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115747346472201707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115747346472201707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/nami-tamaki-reason.html' title='Nami Tamaki - Reason'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115736742843230941</id><published>2006-09-04T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:57:34.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School to.. STUDY?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes, I was back in school today during the hols to study.. I've no idea why the heck my mind actually made me initiate this to my schoolmates, but yeah! We went back to study together! (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You asked if it was productive? I'll say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Hey, it wasn't so bad! I managed to finish quite a number of micro-economics chapters! AMAZING.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (: No kidding!Well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DogLover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was busy drawing chemical stuff on the board, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wingx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was dealing with math, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PinkPrincess&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was banging hard on economics concepts, and not forgetting, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on ROG. &lt;em&gt;Really, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;why must he come over to study with us when all the theories are installed inside his head already?! Giving us pressure, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Half way through, I was kinda hungry, so I bugged &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to accompany me over to the petrol kiosk. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;See? You guys ps-ed me, never accompany a friend in need.. And what's this?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DogLover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You said we were 'sisters'? Humph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, I suggested going to the mart behind the blocks - since the goods are cheaper (; One strange thing: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DogLover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't recognize&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr. Handsome's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; voice over the phone.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How could you? Is it too sexy+manly for you?! Dangs&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ah wells, all of us had a 'food party' in the classroom and continued with our studying. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, maybe it wasn't as efficient as earlier&lt;/em&gt; (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wingx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; left earlier than I expected, which meant only 4 of us were in 'confinement'. It was pretty good, with all the studying+jokes now and then. It makes me want to study more in school rather than alone at home. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After all, with the availability of my new broadband, it poses much of a distraction at times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The funniest part was when &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DogLover&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pretended to be a hairstylist for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, creating havoc for him. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor buddy..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've no idea why she ruffled his hair so much it couldn't stand! I mean, I am guilty of playing guys' spiked hair, but not to the extent of flatting it! Holy words, I was laughing so hard, I think I could really do a ROFLMAO on the spot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gee, I wonder what's up for tomorrow.. More monkey business, no? ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ahhhhh, the above picture? Hee.. Yet another Alice Nine members!! (: Heart 'em loads.. As for now, I should be running along, getting my ears plugged into their numbers, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. Jya~~&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/18716152-115736742843230941?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115736742843230941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115736742843230941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115736742843230941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115736742843230941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-school-to-study.html' title='Back to School to.. STUDY?!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115729211808358466</id><published>2006-09-03T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:05:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Whoots!! I dealt with 2 buyers today! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;First time wors!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (: And boy was I happy to sell away my stuff. Anyways, that didn't mean I earned - it went on to my purchasing of.. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOOTS!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lol. Yes, my very first pair of boots, y'all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/boots1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Let's see, a picture of my boots, right up there.. Heh.. Pretty? I think so myself.. Hee.. Probably gonna put this on when I do go for Gradnite this year (; Can't wait to see myself walking in them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oh, and I realized something about guys.. I met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ouji-sama&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;my band mentor, and strange, like some dudes, he's quite shy to a certain extent. Well, I'm impressed to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;can talk to girls with eye-contact and all.. Dunno about some dudes though, always trying to shy away whenever I talk to 'em.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hang on, doesn't that means I'm making dudes who's socially shy sound good all of a sudden?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ah wells, I guess they're just too spooked out by my look (; Ah wells! Gotta mug! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mugger switch - on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115729211808358466?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115729211808358466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115729211808358466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115729211808358466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115729211808358466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-first-boots.html' title='My First Boots'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115717720171311620</id><published>2006-09-02T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:07:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHOOTS! I really like my blog's new skin! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hee, so kewl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ah wells, something's not quite right.. I actually don't feel at all tired after all those badminton on Thursday. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wow, I must've been really used to all those sores (; Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/access_earrings1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyways, just wanna show y'all one of my latest accessories I got! Ah ha.. Pretty? Dunno about y'all, but I sure like it (: Alritey, rolling away for now! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115717720171311620?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115717720171311620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115717720171311620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115717720171311620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115717720171311620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/09/pretty.html' title='Pretty?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115708914711722044</id><published>2006-08-31T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:41:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yup, the eve of Teachers' Day, which means we would all get half-day (: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;PinkPrincess, Wingx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and myself were initially happy for the school when the rain fell on us, but it was only a false hope - they did the mass display in the end.. Oh, and did I mention the Sisters &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(not sure why they're in our school in the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were chortling away when they saw the mass display banner? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;See? Even they are LOL-ing at us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And to think they did it even though it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DRIZZLING..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Did I mention how frantic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was when he had to make sure all of his classmates get to sign on the cards and see the gifts that were to be presented in an hour's time? Hilarious.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wingx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told me he had a kind of insecurity back then (; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Poor lad, maybe he should ask someone to help him instead of taking up all the load, yea?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyways, the concert started and well, it wasn't so bad after all (: I was laughing away when I saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ApeMan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doing his segment.. HAHA! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Will you believe it? He was dancing so cheekily! Well, at least he's the most sporting one in the guys team (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh, not to forget the show they put up - soccer tournament. So funny! Head-butt the other player but no, it wasn't TeacherA who got the blast collapse; instead, TeacherB giving the penalty got injured! Why? Because TeacherA = SUPERMAN! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ROFL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then, there's also the team that played a kewl no. just by using certain random instruments! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Later, there was the time when we students get to present our gifts to the teachers, and I was so happy I could shake hands with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome-the-2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and wished him a "Happy Teachers' Day"! What pleases me most was when he grinnned widely during the handshake! HAHA! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Note: he ain't my tutor at all, but I've been taught by him once (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like, how kewl could this get?! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After that, our usual people head over to Mac and had our lunch. Yes, we crapped and chilled out for some time, after which we headed over to the sports complex for a good badminton friendly-match-like style with our ex-classmates. At first, I was really bad, totally rotten when I played! But like what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Skills will be slowly recovered after some time.. Don't worry about it"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Like, it sounds so professional, eh? Hee.. But yea, think I managed to recover some skills back and had a smackingly great time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Saw &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GGH, TJL, CS, TKH, WC and SH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;also, and we played routinely with each other. I really enjoy playing doubles (: &lt;em&gt;Hey&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome+Deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You guys were great partners I've got back there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Of course, I got to play singles too! So fun.. Especially when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;GGH+Deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were against me, myself, and I. Challenging, I'll say, since I'd to run around the court on my own. But it's fun! After all, that could help me get a feel of how tennis is like! But what puzzles me most was that, I was not that tired even after all those running! Kewl huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'm getting a lil' complacent right here..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;There were funny moments, too! Take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as an example - he was jested by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;TKH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as being part of the ambassadors for Nike. Know why? 'Cos he was wearing a Nike shirt. HAHA! Then, there was me with fluke moments - the shuttlecock wasn't supposed to cross the net due to lack of energy, but surprisingly, it hit the net, and dropped over and the opponents' side! Surreal! Had twice/thrice of it, lol (; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;TJL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just refused to keep the warmth up for us - she kept telling us superly cold jokes that can sent you way below that of zero degrees! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;WC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was complaining about his hunger, and so we knocked off and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WALKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; back to our high school, just to eat+chill at the coffee shop we used to attend in the past. What's great about this gathering? It brought back many fond+endearing memories of to all of us. WHOOTS! ^^ I wonder when we'll get to meet up again and chill out (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115708914711722044?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115708914711722044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115708914711722044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115708914711722044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115708914711722044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/eve.html' title='The Eve'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115692485080240953</id><published>2006-08-30T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:03:57.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How is Your Self Esteem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Low Self Esteem 16% of the Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/esteem-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which can be translated to mean, you have high self-esteem and a healthy sense of self worth.You believe in yourself, and you know how to be the real you. You love yourself, imperfections and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; is Your Self Esteem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115692485080240953?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115692485080240953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115692485080240953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115692485080240953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115692485080240953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-is-your-self-esteem.html' title='How is Your Self Esteem?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115658693829381872</id><published>2006-08-26T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:08:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I was just thinking, if you were a participant in a parade, and you know THE RULES: no movement or any funny monkey business when at attention. WHAT IF, a bee that looks so dangerously coming forth you, would you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stay where you are and wish it to go away? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Like, buzzZZzzz off dude!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Scream ye lungs out loud and run away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To heck whether the commander is gonna gimme punishment! I want my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dunno, I'm quite curious.. And I wonder what would be the answer of a true soldier.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115658693829381872?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115658693829381872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115658693829381872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115658693829381872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115658693829381872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-if.html' title='What If..'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115614438279783468</id><published>2006-08-21T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:21:44.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakira - Hips Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/8gUtHxtkfqQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heard of this song? Latina y*all =) Enjoy. And just look at how she grooves to da music, so jealous of her flexibility. &lt;em&gt;Sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115614438279783468?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115614438279783468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115614438279783468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115614438279783468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115614438279783468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/shakira-hips-dont-lie.html' title='Shakira - Hips Don&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115614385560583379</id><published>2006-08-21T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:04:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview of a Late-Comer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I tried to be funny today… And it was really funny. I reached school at around 0925h and was kinda ready for any lecturing for being &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Well, I have my reasons, so maybe that is why I just dun seem to be afraid of anything ^^ Anyhow, I was made to wait for the OM to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; us to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what were some of the funny things late-comers are supposed to do? Hmmm, we had to wait for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;noble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OM to come over no matter what happens. Next, he would ask us to stand under the sun on the pavement facing the flag and sing the National Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ha, this is really funny… I told him I aint a local citizen, so I was excused, but the other dude-like student had to sing… Thing is, I figured out she could not sing the full length of the anthem! Worst, she said We, the citizens of the United Nations and I went, huh? That sounds SO wrong, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, after that, we were ushered to the office and he recorded our names and stuff. Because that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was late pretty frequently, she had to stay behind and do self-study – detention-like style. I freaked out a lil – you mean I am gonna suffer the same fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was finally my turn, I gave him all the necessary information he wanted. After which, he asked how many times I was late, and I blurted &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One time only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He repeated what I said but I managed to get away scot-free after saying my reason - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’d to bring my sista to see the doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I said (and I reckoned, full of confidence and w/o any hint of fear). He asked for my card, which apparently, I did not bring. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You want my IC instead? I dun mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I (actually) said that. He just grunted a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and let me off. Ha, it was more fun than I had imagined it to be =) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, I am late.&lt;/em&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/18716152-115614385560583379?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115614385560583379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115614385560583379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115614385560583379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115614385560583379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/preview-of-late-comer.html' title='Preview of a Late-Comer'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115606542039558835</id><published>2006-08-20T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:28:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title-Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/hiroto4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/320/hiroto4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DogLover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; who introduced me to a webbie that allows you to put music in your blog, I can now spread the love of music through my site!&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thanks! *huggles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, I can’t think of anything to blog today, so I’ll just leave y’all to admire the above picture of Hiroto from Alice Nine. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaa~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115606542039558835?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115606542039558835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115606542039558835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115606542039558835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115606542039558835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/title-less.html' title='Title-Less'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115564597257801114</id><published>2006-08-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:36:08.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Nine - Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/jPB5_CZCLtY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of my favorite video desu =) WATCH! I really like da vocalist=Shou =P His voice is good fer ye ears, trust me.&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/18716152-115564597257801114?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115564597257801114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115564597257801114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115564597257801114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115564597257801114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/alice-nine-fantasy.html' title='Alice Nine - Fantasy'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115565249321980715</id><published>2006-08-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:34:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Once again, I gotta fetch me sista from her school… Why? ‘Cos she’s down with a nasty illness… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Shoos away bad bugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I got home pretty early ^^ And just when I thought I could stay home to chill, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wants me back in school to pass him the keys to the locker.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Why didn’t you inform me earlier…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, I went back to school only to be thrown with queries: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Are you going to the GradNite this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And I went, huh? LOL. Well, look, I am only a plain Jane trying to live my life to the fullest, but seriously, I dunno how to doll up and attend formal occasions – &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;well, maybe for now =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DogLover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;was exerting pressure on me, I was sure… Well, if your man attends this event, I will go with you ^^ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ha, no promises… And I know you were lying about me having the so-called *elegance*…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what happened when I am supposed to meet my Niisan/Neechan/Imooto? I was attracted to the hall – where we could play badminton yet again. ROFL. I just cant believe our luck – the same teacher-ic provided all the required stuff for us!! YAY! And then, we started playing. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DogLover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was NOT ogling at anyone, no way… *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new way of handling my movement: sliding with a partial split. Sounds odd, but yea! Strange, did not feel much strain at all today =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy happy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And suddenly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pops into the hall &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(did I tell y’all the hall was kewling? Yes, air-con…) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She joined in together with us, and yup, we all had fun no doubt about it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went over to meet the rest. Was really running late, and YAY! I finally got my wants and reservation in the shop! So glad… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And trust me, this is not the end to my buy-list…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Really happy to see them all again!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; All of us chilled out for a while, catch up with each other, and it was time to head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love the day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No picture today.. WATCH THE VIDEO… You’ll like the tune, I’ll say =)&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/18716152-115565249321980715?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115565249321980715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115565249321980715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115565249321980715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115565249321980715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/half-day.html' title='Half Day!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115556138651784147</id><published>2006-08-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:16:26.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a Clairvoyant ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Know what? My hair has been growing way out of its range… Within 1 month itself, and I see myself staring at the same length that I have before my haircut. And, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;darnicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the weather is so hot!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; I did go for ‘layering’ but it doesn’t seem to work for me? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was really hoping there was rain so morn-assembly would be canceled, and pooh! It really drizzled! I was so happy I bet my comrades thought I went outta mind. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Besides, it was a good excuse to get away from the hot day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lessons ended at 3pm today, sadly. Never mind that, I was on my way to the concourse when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;DogLover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;made me sit over her side rather than with &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Puzzled, I asked why and then did I realize she was keeping a lookout for someone. And like what &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;said, “She doesn’t want you to snatch him away from her”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the ‘surveillance’ was pretty high, BUT the problem is, she made a mistake: instead of avoiding &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;DogLover’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; *ahem*, I actually saw him walking from my angle! HAHA! Hilarious! I told her, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;eventually guessed it correctly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that he might walk the other way, but she just won’t listen. ^^ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hoho! Of course girl, I wouldn’t steal glances at him when he doesn’t even DARE look at me. He’s such a… LOSER =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I went online for a moment to a forum which I ‘subscribed’ to. And boy, was I shocked: the people were really serious in creating a visual kei band &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(kinda like a J-Rock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and even thought of names and designs during our lil’ chat. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AND I LIKE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I got to pick the role as a drummer ^^ Am wondering if I have the guts to join the vocals though… Heh. No promises yet… But hell’ya! I’M SO ENJOYING THIS CREATION! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Anyone wanna show me the ropes to drumming? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the picture above you asked? That’s Alice Nine (アリス九號), my current frenzy… Haha, well, I like rawk music, and they’ve got the elements that I’m looking for =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Just don’t be shocked if I do have such an outlook in future… *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115556138651784147?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115556138651784147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115556138651784147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115556138651784147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115556138651784147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-clairvoyant.html' title='I’m a Clairvoyant ;)'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115537659565066584</id><published>2006-08-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:56:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/R13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/R13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Yoga rehearsal at the field later,” says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Doglover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I was shocked. I wasn”t even in my proper attire, for goodness sake. Whatever it is, I just refused to do it. Till someone pulled me away and I was made to do it in the end. Great, I am suffering from pain on my already-injured thigh muscles, all thanks to the school. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;bows*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jaws, she was stranded and sick so I went over to visit her during my GP lesson. Surprisingly, my tutor signed the “Early-Leave” consent form with gusto; is he trying to chase me away from class? I dunno. But I sure am glad he approved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I remembered I was supposed to meet &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Otooto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; at 1230h and it was already 1240h! Quickly, I rushed to the side gate to meet him. Didn’t really know why he wanna meet me, but I know he’s leaving for the US to do his studies. Anyways, I gave him 2 of my extra CM3 cards. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Boy, was I glad he liked “em =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then, he gave me “Elfien Lied” anime series which he burnt into a DVD. So sweet of him =P Then it occurred to me, that this was our 1st yet final gift exchange ever, till we really meet one day, somehow… “I guess I won”t be seeing you again”, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Otooto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said, and that made me feel really sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After a good handshake, I bade farewell to him. I really felt tears welling up, but I just refused to cry, no way… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Not in front of anyone… “Cos me a SCORPIO!! Muhahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then, I quickly walked into the college, never wanting to look back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lest I do breakdown in the end… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally, when everyone got ready to play a good round of badminton, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again! I guess it was right of me to clip my hair up – I feel less weight that way =) BUT, that hairstyle just dun suit a student… A bit retro(?) yet punkish(?) which I always fancy –to be different- and the society just can”t seem to take my style. Ugh. I doubt I played well enough today &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;or maybe I am just putting much pressure on myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It was definitely fun defending for yourself, till they keep giving distracting comments… &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DogLover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, you know what I MEAN… You and your husband-to-be…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we find ourselves a classroom to chill out + listen to our very own singer,&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Somehow, he just wanna sing songs out loud, so we gave him this opportunity today ^^ Yeah, sure he can sing whatever he wants, but I cannot tolerate it when the lyrics just sound so wrong! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dun get it wrong, he was singing Japanese numbers; w/o lyrics, you just wun sound right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like he said, I stole some of his job. I sang along as well. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;YES, I &lt;u&gt;SANG ALONG&lt;/u&gt; as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. At first, it was kinda shocking to me, since I rarely sing so openly to anyone, but since we were chilling inside the classroom, why not? =P To me, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crowing, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;DogLover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thought it was nice. Not sure if she really meant it, but yeah… All my life, only 3 persons praise me for my vocals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A cell-leader &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(you are still bubbly girl!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THINKS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I always sing during my spare time. She kept saying it on 2 occasions after we met several times.&lt;br /&gt;2. One of the “food distributor” in school &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(psst, she praised&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mr. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;“pretty”),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who said I have a very unique voice that is suitable for singing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Of course, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;DogLover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I have no idea whether they are just pulling my leg, but yeah! Maybe I just need to be confident when I deliver? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah, dun forget to find me as your host on your wedding day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DogLover&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;! We sealed a pact, no? *smirks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Which reminds me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;JON is in!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am so thrilled to know he passed the elimination stage on Thursday =) Just gotta watch him perform for next week”s Idol Show. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;JON rawks my socks!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, wanna know who is in da pic? Hee, my latest fanatism: RUKI! AHHHHH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hush hush… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Click on it to see it better ^^ Addiction? Due to a good vampirish kitty of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115537659565066584?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115537659565066584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115537659565066584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115537659565066584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115537659565066584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/confidence.html' title='Confidence?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115519861152746543</id><published>2006-08-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T16:30:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yup! It was superb on Tuesday… After taking my sis to the doctor, I went back to school – to take my test. Well, kinda weird, ‘cos everyone’s having all the fun for the Sports Carnival in college. And when I stepped in, it was already early 10am. The security shrugged and pretended not to see me when I arrive. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See? That’s the good thing of having close relations with the people working in school…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tackled my test till it was already 11am, and yes! It was time for a good round of badminton! Whee~~ ‘Handsome’, ‘Chicken Wing’, ‘Pink Princess’ and ‘Dog Lover’ were waiting for me… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry y’all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, since we’d only a pair of racquets to spare, both ‘Handsome’ and myself challenged each other first, while ‘C.W.’ played table tennis with her classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see… I wasn’t at all good from the start, maybe because the catalyst hasn’t started its effect in me at the moment. So, from time to time, ‘Handsome’ kept kicking in all the fast and hard shots; lucky for me – I wasn’t hit by any of his volleys. Ouch, if I do. Then, something happened: the teacher-ic of badminton came into the hall and offered us generously to supply racquets and even the netting! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we were all enthusiastic about it, and when we finally got together, we really gave our best shot in the doubles event. ‘Handsome’ and I kept using the ‘1-2 confusion’ which was a great combination, I’d say. I’d tried it with many others and yeah, no problem with us ^^ ‘Pink Princess’ and ‘Dog L’ were good, too; they tackled our tiredness &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;since we’d played earlier and are generally quite tired by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we played till it was nearing 3pm, and the most amazing thing was, we weren’t complaining about hunger. Since there won’t be school the next day, we thought it would be great to chill out for the day. Headed to a mall to lunch out. Not surprising, we were all crapping much about things happening around us and in school. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Really, I do feel much happier being with these dudes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window-shopped through stores, and boy, ‘Hansome’ was on a spending frenzy… Not sure if I did it right to psycho him to buy the things but… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well! He was willing to buy, so I just gave my opinions… =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was fun teasing each other things that only our people knew – especially dark secrets shared amongst us. But sad, the fun ended at 6pm. Sigh. I look forward to hang out with them one of the days when all of us are free again =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115519861152746543?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115519861152746543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115519861152746543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115519861152746543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115519861152746543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun.html' title='Fun!!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115302928911066627</id><published>2006-07-16T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:54:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Jap Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yup, that's what we had yesterday for the final lunch-together with my shooting club. Sad? I ain't feel that way, not very extreme for me.. But anyways, it was a buffet style of eating, so, here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Was betrayed by someone who already &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;agreed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to appear in a shirt that is related to shooting, but when we met, disappointment was how I felt.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Psychotic shooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't even PS me to dress up; even told me it would be wrong to leave me 'unattended'.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks =)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;6 of us cramped into a corner of the seats, and everyone started to get their own favorite dish. Okay, obviously, I've never tried this cuisine before, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but I'm proud to have my momsy's own exotic dishes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so i'm rather curious whether the taste is all right for me. Hmm, let's see.. I tried this sushi with fish roes on top of it and chewed half of it, but it was bad; the roes dropped and the seaweed was tough.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Maybe because I wasn't feeling very well, so I couldn't really eat well back then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nice? Hmm, to me, it's rather tasteless.. It's only but cold and crunchy without any fishy smell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but maybe there is, only that I've got blocked nose^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tried many others, but I guess it was just too seaweedy smell and all. Don't know why, but I think too much seaweed for me makes me feel bored.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No kick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thankfully, our teacher-ic helped to order some other food to fill our stomach, and yeah, it ain't too bad =) Then, we were introduced to a plate of fried ice-cream, and radical! It was fun to eat &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Of course, after so many rounds of eating, everyone got tired of the food, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;or should I say, too full to put in anymore food into the stomach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And so, some of us went to have a short walk outside, but I already had a place in mind where I wanna go to, a shop that sells lotsa anime stuff =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Stepping in was a fun experience; the store was pretty massive and spacious for people to move about, unlike the one nearby my college. I reckon there's many variety as well, which is kewl. And I was so lucky to find myself staring at the latest figurine collection that shipped in only the day before!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wonder if I should get 'em and sell to others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anyways, the shoptender saw me scrutinising at the petit figs and informed me that some were opened and under display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So, I walked over and checked it out. Later, I asked for some other characters, and gee, when I couldn't find it online, this place has it! =D Even managed to make reservations for it.. Incredulous.. Then, I walked over to the counter to look at the charaf/keychains, but sadly, I'd some of them already =( Curious, I asked the same female shoptendor whether there's any others available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"I'm only left with these.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she said, and I nodded. Then she continued, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Are you interested in Athrun and Kira ones?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And she fished something from behind.. Her own backpack, and hanging by the zips were the keychains!! Oh my holy cow.. She's actually selling 'em to me at $3 per piece! And most importantly, those were quite rare to find! In additional, she helped me saved my S-11 on Yzak: FOC!^^ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It doesn't take any idiot to clinch the deal, does it? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was superly happy  back then.. Like, how lucky could I get after my downfall for the week? Karma? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115302928911066627?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115302928911066627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115302928911066627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115302928911066627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115302928911066627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/07/1st-jap-lunch.html' title='1st Jap Lunch'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115297493195646921</id><published>2006-07-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:57:23.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Back for the week!! Man, it was a total rollercoaster people. Can't believe I caught fever two times in a year! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Darn.. Like, hw idiotic could it get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It hit me on a 'BEAUTIFUL' tuesday, and I felt tired, so I innocently took a short nap, woke up, felt giddy, and viola, fever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As if that wasn't bad enough, momsy gave a good thrashing, saying I was wasting time away sleeping for so long.. Initially, I didn't want her to find out I'm feverish, but I'd to tell her in the end to prove my point. Only that piped her down a lil'. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Like, as if your kid wanna waste her life? Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wednesday wasn't any better.. Woke up early but still couldn't feel my feet. Everything seems like its diagonally positioned, and I kinda feel the earth MOVE under my feet.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sounds contradicting right? Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So? Didn't go school in the end. Good? Not at all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Forced myself to attend school on Thursday, and as if being sick wasn't good enough, I've to move around many times and you know how clumsy feverish peeps like me would do.. Never mind about the elaboration, yeah? I just remember myself downing all sorts of methods to cool down my temperature and stuff. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thanks y'all ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That night was really bad.. Temperature actually burst the norm human range: 40.1 degree Celsius. Like, how hot could a person get? No wonder I felt giddy, but when it hits 39.0, it wasn't so bad; I could still comprehend well enough to abstain from stupidity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Friday came along and thank goodness, fever was more under control.. Although it was a mild fever of 38.5, i could still run around usual, but the thing is my voice still sounded disgustingly 'nasal'.. Or whatever you call it &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115297493195646921?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115297493195646921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115297493195646921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115297493195646921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115297493195646921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again..'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115252072638713186</id><published>2006-07-10T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:38:46.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosfest V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Man!! It was awesome!! I didn't know it would turn out this fun and whammingly kewl!! =) From the way I say it, you can tell I'm really thrilled after attending the event, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, traveling for at least an hour &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(and guess what? We stood for the whole journey!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to our destination, plus it was drizzling which made it feel a lil' draggy.. All heads turned to look at those who had put on costumes with an outlook of Japanese fashion, and yeah, jaws dropped too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;That aside, before we even stepped in, my friend tapped on my shoulder, signaling me to a duo who were cos-ing FFVII characters - Cloud and Aerith. I was kinda awed by the accuracy of the costumes and even their hairstyles! In fact, when we really stepped into the 'tent', man, the aura of cos-ers was just, THERE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let's see, we took countless pictures of characters that we recognized, like those in Gundam Seed/Destiny, Bleach, Trinity Blood, FFVII.. It was way too awesome!! I was really impressed to see the hand-made revolver of Vincent &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(character in FFVII):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's was totally kick-ass!! I even made sure I got a feel of it before I stop stalking 'him' =P Man,  you should've seen it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of course, I was the crazy one, disappearing and appearing in front of my friends. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Gomen neh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, I was chasing characters you see ^^ What's more, my Niisan, Neechan and 2 Imootos were there! Visited them and of course, collected the reserved items from them at the same time. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But, that also meant I spent a lot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lol. Think I'm really good at wearing heels now, even can chase after these mobile characters &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh yeah! We went to support one of our ex-classmates who was cos-ing a Bleach character. Well, we made fun of his hair.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Like, 'cos it's too darn stiff?! Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's hard to imagine but when you see it, you'll get what I mean.. And there were lotsa reporters, too, taking pictures of some of the standard cos-ers in their own character.. Radical!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Jaws' went too, and like me, we didn't regret a bit spending hours over there. In fact, we didn't feel like going back home! 'Jaws' even bought something for herself, which I've to agree was nice. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I mean, what can I say when she bought a 'Vincent' for me? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The experience is just too good to be missed.. Heard there's another cosfest at the end-of-year.. And, it costs at least $10.. Luckily, today's free admission ^^ No wonder so many people turned up.. Ahhh!! So fun!&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/18716152-115252072638713186?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115252072638713186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115252072638713186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115252072638713186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115252072638713186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/07/cosfest-v.html' title='Cosfest V'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115234826657449861</id><published>2006-07-08T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:44:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yay! I can't believe it's Cosfest already tomorrow!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Which means, I can get to see people dressing up as their fav. characters in Animes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sounds so kewl right? ^^ Having said that, it also means I can finally collect some of the items that I've reserved &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/clearplates_04.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/clearplates_04.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is something like a 'clearplate', or rather like a transparency. Very nice... Price ain't that costly, so I thought I'll just get it anyways.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After all, 'Jaws' approved =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/petitstage4_variant.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/petitstage4_variant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/petitstage4_variant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are just the outlook of the figurines. Of course, I ain't buying all &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/earring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/earring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okie, this one was a bit doubtful, since none of us had any earholes just yet.. Lol, but it's just too good to miss you see.. And it's just a matter of time before I get earholes myself!! Maybe I just needa summon enough courage to evade the pain? We'll see.. Can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115234826657449861?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115234826657449861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115234826657449861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115234826657449861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115234826657449861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-i-cant-believe-its-cosfest-already.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115210152140991048</id><published>2006-07-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:12:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Shoot…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yup, it has finally come to an end today… Can’t believe I’ve been set free from shooting for now!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha, well, not that I don’t like shooting, but too much of it does make me feel kinda sick ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hmmm, but I do kinda miss it after today… Anyways, we’d to reach school early at around 7 in the morn to go all the way to the north. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was it necessary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Not really, but since one of our in-charge is involved as a ‘counter’, all of us were implicated as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the official time that we’re all to get ready for the event was at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ELEVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How nice a time that is so much later than we’d expected… Never mind, we just had to idle around and make sure our nerves kinda calm down, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no matter what happens…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the other shooters are really good; bet they did well to do us proud =) Then, it was the rifle ladies’ event; which meant my turn. Surprisingly, I didn’t really felt much of the pressure I used to have in the past… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because I was used to the environment?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I dunno… Besides, I did many alteration to my shoot on my final shoot: putting on an extra sweater&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (didn’t bring my long-sleeved shirt so, had to find replacement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and coach’s presence &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(which made me feel more inspired to shoot better for the last time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And I followed what niisan told me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Just do it”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;… Did what my fellow schoolmates encouraged me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“I can do it and should just give it my best shot”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Not forgetting my otooto who told me how he managed his competition-frights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, I think I did my best! Coach once said that even if we didn’t do well, nobody’s gonna blame us on it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But of course, I bet those were words to comfort us…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The results were soon published and as usual, the rifle men and pistol women and men did a fantastic job. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Rifle women weren’t far behind!! =D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In fact, managed to beat the rifle guys by a margin in percentage!! I mean, it’s our 1st EVER time setting such a record =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s one thing that I wanna remind myself&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (and which I found out only today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: to prevent yourself from getting too nervy and not get the heartbeat distract you – especially for rifle shooters – wear extra layers to stray ‘em away!! =D Right now, I’m super dead tired after all those events… Gonna chill out soon… But wait… I’ve yet to finish my homework!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Darn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115210152140991048?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115210152140991048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115210152140991048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115210152140991048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115210152140991048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-shoot.html' title='The Final Shoot…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115193475514859256</id><published>2006-07-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:06:38.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Spending..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/GS_couples_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/320/GS_couples_38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Phew! Just came back from yet another shopping… But this time, I was using my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;OWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; $$$… &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;that costs only $3 from the usual $8-9!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Though it’s not a popular character in the animation, I thought it was rather cheap so bought it anyways =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Had to persuade ‘Jaws’ quite sometime before I get that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought I’ll just go to Niisan’s store again and see what’s available and worthy of my money =P And good grief, incredulously, I managed to retrace the steps to get to his place with my pictorial mind. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I knew I’m good at pictures… *pat pat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummage through the first level and found many things, like toys, clothes and accessories. Accessories were a lil’ over my budget, and the clothes? Ain’t me stuff… So I went into the toystore and yeah, found things that I like but maybe not tempted enough to get just yet… XD &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hope the store gets renovated fast enough and then, I’ll get my figurines!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the 2nd floor, and boy, it was as crowded as usual. Boo! My niisan and we started talking for a moment, until he had some other potential buyers ‘patronising’ his stall, and I scooted off to explore the level again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets’ see… I think I kinda conned the seller who was selling some nice accessories nearby. Okay, here’s the thing: there’s these identical necklaces - one’s blue and the other’s pink. But, the seller told me 2 different stories! The blue was for $8, while pink was assumed to be $5! Know why? She placed the pink one together with the $5 necklaces! I asked if it’s possible to reserve it for me till I get it another time; but no…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“$4, you like it?” she initiated, eyes that definitely expressed the eagerness to clinch the deal with me. Then, I recalled the initial price, and together with the discounted price… Which means I’m getting the necklace that’s halved the actual price!! Thrilled, I quickly dealt it, and was kinda anticipating for her to say, “Oops, my mistake, it costs $8 actually”, but that wasn’t the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid and went over to Niisan’s place, and on the way, I checked the price of the necklace. I was damn right, the seller actually made a mistake! Well, let’s just end this by saying, “Dude, you’re a such a sly fox”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But I like that nickname…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stared at some of Niisan’s figurines and that made me feel tempted to spend. But I can only choose one!! How upsetting… Niisan was so nice; he abandoned the stall and came out to talk to me ^^ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then again, this may hinder his business! Ah shoots. Shouldn’t have flirt with him at that time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I finally chose what I liked and paid for it =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And Niisan always gives a reasonable price… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Domo arigato, Niisan-sama!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/18716152-115193475514859256?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115193475514859256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115193475514859256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115193475514859256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115193475514859256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-spending_115193475514859256.html' title='Still Spending..'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115176313812476954</id><published>2006-07-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:38:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpendZzz…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yup, been spending a lot lately… Maybe not a good adjective, I should say “splurge” instead… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;‘Deer’, if you’re reading this, don’t be overwhelmed at how much I’ve been spending ;) Think total amount shot above the value of your pencilcase… =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I recovered from my severe headache &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(out of the blue…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yesterday much thanks to the therapies given by my 2 otootos and 'Deer'-chan ;) So, I decided to go for the family outing early in the morn! Well, had to go to the ICA, you see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, things went swiftly and we headed down to town. I was quite taken aback, since okasan actually suggested that we do some shopping. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I still don’t know whether that meant “spend your OWN money” or not… But, NOT FOR TODAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already noon, so we got to the eatery and ate lunch. Well, I didn’t feel like eating so as usual, I got myself icy desserts!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha, on an empty stomach… Nice…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Okasan was kinda annoyed with my abnormality, but let me do my way in the end =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, everyone was ready to hit the mall! Strutting our way in, we combed the whole level 1 and found nothing that really tempted us to get. Well, it’s all accessories, shoes, handbags… I mean, I don’t really need it yet, and okasan stated she’d get herself new stuff at the end of the year instead. All right, so up we went to the 2nd floor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what I’m talking about! There are many youngsters and grown-up stuff, splashed with lotsa new arrivals fashion all because of trade… &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoots, here I go again… Let me just shut my economics frenzy…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;‘Jaws’ and I roamed to some of our favorite brands, looking at bags and clothes at the same time. Don’t know why, my legs carried me over to all the Nike merchandise, and I found the bag that I’ve been eyeing yesterday &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(when I went lunching with my troops)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in another sports store. And the plus factor which one of the saleslady said. “this is one of the new arrivals”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here’s the problem: the price is equally &lt;em&gt;pretty &lt;/em&gt;as the bag… So, chances of getting it would be reduced, right? Then again, maybe if I try to be nice and ask, okasan would let me have it? =D Just then, okasan came from behind and asked if I found anything that I fancy. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow, miraculously, she asked me if I wanted something…&lt;/span&gt; I told her about the bag and guess what her reaction was? “Call otosan and ask if he agrees with the design and stuff” was her reply. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That meant, my folks are paying for the item I picked!! Hold it, otosan hasn’t agreed to it yet, but of course, he’d always be my side ^^ True enough, he gave a thumbs-up and I was faced with the dilemma: what color –pink or brown. Personally, I really like both, but pink was more striking. I admit I’ve the urge to get the former, but toned down a lil’ and got the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid up and man, I was so thrilled to get my sling bag!! ^^ I didn’t mind whatever okasan made me carry either… Haha, it’s just me, being very ‘guai’ after getting a gift =) I mean, I ought to, right? ‘Jaws’ got herself something too! We went to the music store, and found the soundtracks to FFVII: AC. First thoughts: let’s both save up. I mean, it ain’t that bad, since it’s only $20+ odd… Then, I psycho-ed ‘Jaws’ to maybe ask okasan whether she would pay for it instead. Maybe today’s a yes-day, she really paid for us! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, that’s not all… Tomorrow, I’m going to get my reserved goods from some other buyers… Haha, can’t wait y’all! When I got the stuff, I’m most probably gonna post it over here =D Till then, me gonna get myself a good rest! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;^^ &lt;em&gt;Domo arigato, okasan wa, otosan wa!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115176313812476954?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115176313812476954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115176313812476954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115176313812476954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115176313812476954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/07/spendzzz.html' title='SpendZzz…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115035558536257332</id><published>2006-06-15T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:13:05.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip snip, SNAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thought I’ll just show off a bit in my blog… &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And possibly one of the few entries that’s as short…&lt;/span&gt; Went to the hairdresser yesterday to get my hair trimmed. How should I say, I was kinda nervous &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(trust me, I’ve never been there ever since I was a kid!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not knowing what would happen next… But in any case, I just went on ahead with and waited for my turn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, “Cutting your hair with the concept of layering?” – I nodded my head. Then, she did some of her necessary touch and told me I’ve a pretty thick hair &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(maybe like what my friend said, “Too much you can’t deny gravity”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and added that she’ll thin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say; she was professional? She'd lotsa calls but whenever she picked the receiver, she would answer back "I'll call you later; doing a haircut now". And yeah, because my hair’s kinda wavy, so there’s no doubt there’d be some bad entanglement to deal with… But she managed it so well I don’t feel any pain to unravel them! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Impressed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I found out what she did: firstly, the layering; then the thinning of the hair. Everything was so swift it took me only less than 15 minutes to get my hair done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? Fabulous… Now I can just put down my hair &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(she helped to maintain much of my hair length)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; without having to complain the weather’s hot! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Some people feel sorry to see their own hair lying on the floor, but I thought, “What’s the big deal about that? Not as though it won’t grow back!” &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Maybe I’m the heartless freak, I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, my hair ain’t that heavy no more! In fact, I do think it’s easier to manage, now that it’s thinned… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The whole episode only cost $12! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The hairdresser told me it’d be best to undergo rebonding, but that’d cost another bundle for me. But I was thinking, I really like my hair to be wavy, then again it’s kewl to have it straight again… Don’t know what I should do, but who cares?! I’ll just cross the bridge when I come to it ^^&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/18716152-115035558536257332?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115035558536257332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115035558536257332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115035558536257332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115035558536257332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/06/snip-snip-snap.html' title='Snip snip, SNAP!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-115003817690236681</id><published>2006-06-11T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:23:01.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeping Shops Clean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I’d the most exciting shopping trip today =) Donned in my blue long-sleeved polo shirt and mini skirt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(mom made me wear it, since I kept getting new clothes and don’t utilize what I have, ALWAYS),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I strutted my way to the arranged meeting area. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I couldn’t believe it, but I’m the last to arrive… Darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I apologized for being late and stuff, and we headed down to the Anime stores right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I chose the perfect clothing for the day; the sky was overcast and temperature seemed to dip a lil’ lower than usual. Then, it rained! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So what if I was wearing what’s suitable for the day when I can’t walk fast enough with my heels to avoid the rain?! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I managed to run as quickly as I can with my heels to seek shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I brought money to pamper myself by getting some stuff from the stores… Well, initially I did think of ‘tikaming’ petit figurines &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(of characters in GS/GSD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with pure luck, but dunno why I managed to resist that desire for later. Instead, I was the person psycho-ing others to get things! Strange, but at least most of them got what they wanted =) Went into another store and man, I saw this really kewl action figure of Vincent Valentine from FFVII! He looked so alike that in the movie! And there were Tifa Lockhart and Cid’s Sierra. Nice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something happened: when I helped ‘Handsome’ to get another packet of his photo collection cards, there was some commotion inside the store. I was picking a packet near the counter when the store holder asked me if I knew some minor character from GSD. “Yeah, I know her, but she only appear once or twice in the series… Think she plays a minor role in the anime itself” was my answer. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The tender then replied to the buyer that it could be that reason why the manufacturers didn’t produce any of her figurines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lol. Of all things, they asked me this! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;‘Handsome’ and I were discussing about her earlier! How coincidental…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much considerations from my friends, we decided to head down to yet another place that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(‘Niisan’ told me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has flea markets, where people sell some of the extra goodies. Thankfully, GGH was around to guide us to the place! And, yeah, true enough; I got to find ‘Niisan’ selling his pink ladies! Haha… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He ‘chased’ me away, told me to look at other stalls first before I go patronize his… Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The 2nd level was practically cramped with collectables I was really in a dizzy spell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, all of us combed the whole level 2. I thought it’d be nice to bid farewell to ‘Niisan’ since I’m leaving &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;empty-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;handed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; My friends agreed, and off we went to table 49. Then, ‘Niisan’ smiled and took something from behind the tables, and said, “Here, this is the free gift I was talking about”. Shocked, I was, and I thought, should I take it and “sayonara”? Or hang around a lil’ to talk to ‘Niisan’? I chose the latter, and accepted his 1st impression gift. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Domo arigato, ‘Niisan’!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Opened it, and see what’s inside!” And so, I thought, okay, let’s just do that. There was one card inside, and I pulled it out, and viola! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Feeling slightly breathless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I saw a shimmering HR card from CM3, which is what I’ve been looking for!!! And, it has my favorite character in it!! “You liked Cagalli, don’t you? So, I thought I’ll just give it to you =)” and you know what I would’ve done; I thanked ‘Niisan’ numerous times I don’t think I remember how many. Friends accompanying me gasped at the back, staring at awe during the whole episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And almost immediately, we started talking about the day and discussed about some of the collectibles. He told me I missed some of the figurines were snapped up almost immediately during the earlier part of the day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haha, no wonder I couldn’t find most of his pink ladies around. See?! I knew you’d manage to seduce buyers with her =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ‘Niisan’ was really observant; he actually spotted among all of us, I was the only one carrying empty-handed despite the shopping! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Impressive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminded me I should ask whether he has any petit studio figurines! ‘Niisan’, without delay, fished out from behind &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(this magical)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; table and inside were the remaining 3 boxes. There were 2 ‘Stellar’s and 1 ‘Lacus’ left! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Since I know what is inside, and the figurines are all brand new and untouched (except the opened boxes), I don’t have to ‘tikam’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I asked for the pricing and ‘Niisan’ was so sweet; he kept saying he’d gimme a good discount for sure. I liked the ‘Lacus’, and imooto ‘Jaws’ loved ‘Stellar’, and so, I swept away both of them without hesitation. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wonder how ‘Jaws’ would react when she sees ‘Stellar’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw loose CM2 cards ‘Niisan’ was selling and asked to have a look. I think I did hear him say, “Take anything that you like, it’s okay one…” but chose to ignore it, since he could be jesting! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;‘Niisan’ is always so funny, I just couldn’t tell when he’s serious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I picked out 3 cards &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(since they’re selling 3 for $1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and added them to the cart. I asked for the payment, and ‘Niisan’ kept insisting on giving me the cards for free!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; I felt so bad la… Did you know that free HR card could’ve easily cost around $5 at market price?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He was so persistent I couldn’t help but relent. All I think of was to patronize more often from him then =D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Was this the reason why my inner guts told me to resist ‘tikaming’ from the store we went to right from the start? Puzzling…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was looking quite lost from the things on the table, ‘Niisan’ then magic-ed out another set of “Best photo collection II” and asked if I’ve those. I was so excited, since I did intend to get it! I asked for the price, and he gave me the shock of my life… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He told me he was serious about it, and assured me that if I want it, I can always tell him any time =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thank you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But then again, I felt bad, making ‘Handsome’ buy the same thing at a much higher price… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gomen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain that there was nothing else I want to get, I paid for my stuff and bade ‘Niisan’ farewell. I was really happy to know that he was doing well for today’s sales &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;despite the WC session, as what he analyzed =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Man, I really found myself a gr8 ‘Niisan’, and am proud! Hee… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGH said we should come back every Sundays but I knew what she meant. TJL misunderstood the message and thought she meant "coming every Sundays there were on the calendar". I explained that the flea market only opens on Sundays, so we should come over only on every Sundays and not other days. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confused right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To keep it simple m&lt;/span&gt;y friends and I promised to come back more often in future to get more goodies =)&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Till then, I shall save up! I know I can do it! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-115003817690236681?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/115003817690236681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=115003817690236681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115003817690236681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/115003817690236681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweeping-shops-clean.html' title='Sweeping Shops Clean!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114995336721035150</id><published>2006-06-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:29:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You’re never gonna believe what time I slept. Whether you accept it or not, I turned in only at 6am in the morn! Haha. The reason? Not gonna say it, but someone would know for sure =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That’s if he did look into my page… Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And to think we’d be having shooting at 11?! In fact, I couldn’t sleep well and tossed and turned for quite some time, and by late 8am, I gave up sleeping =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the ‘supposedly walking zombie’ took 5 minutes of walk to the bus-stop and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;trust me, I didn’t look like someone who’d not adequate sleep…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; By the time I reached the country club, my mind was kinda ‘off-tuned’, but I shot anyways. Like before, I did it again: got my ‘constant-ine’ spirit in me and scored 80 points per series! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course, I didn’t do my very best, I mean, like how to concentrate, yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed till around 1pm and everyone left the club. I guess many people were kinda tormented by &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Psycho-Shooter’,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; who keeps pestering others to take lunch or dinner with her after almost every consecutive trainings. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got smart and called another girl to date with her (or should I say him?!) instead… Lol…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But who would’ve known that both ‘Deer’ and I were accompanied by another ‘God of Fortune’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we pestered our teacher-ic to treat both of us for lunch. Well, we didn’t mean it; in fact, we were merely jesting! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although we know he has the capability to treat us if he wants to…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then, ‘God of Fortune’ murmured “BaliThai”, and poof! Both ‘Deer’ and I just tagged along with him to the entrance when we heard ‘God of Fortune’ said, “3 seats”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yup, and both of us went, “Is he really gonna treat us?” We were staring into each other’s blanked faces. Hilarious man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the much-required confirmation, ‘God of Fortune’ really meant it when he said he’s treating. So we took our seats, and viola! Looked into the menu and boy, I could feel that native experience in me as though I was really back in Thailand. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suddenly, the Thai dishes inside sounded so familiar to me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We each took our orders and stuff, of course both ‘Deer’ and myself made sure to take the cheapest inside the menu. I chose &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Khao Phad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, which is just fried rice. ‘Deer’ and ‘God of Fortune’ weren’t very sure what to get, but relented to what their senses deemed best for ‘em =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Khao Phad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! It was also in the right quantity: a small bowl of it. Was enjoying the fried rice and its sourness when… “Very spicy leh!” says ‘Deer’. They formulated that the dishes were a lil’ too heaty for locals to eat, and thus turning away many potential customers. Maybe. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I’m definitely outta the picture! I can eat anything that’s spicy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ‘God of Fortune’ made me change the dish with ‘Deer’ so, how can I not submit? He paid for it after all, and has the final say. So, I just exchanged it, and it wasn’t so bad! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;‘Deer’, you really needa brush up on your spice-tolerance… Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we spent nearly 2 hours inside, just jesting and poking each other with all kinds of nonsense. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean, when ‘God of Fortune’ is around, how can there be no fun?! Moreever, he can be as lame as my former teacher, ‘Mr. Fox’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Everything was perfect, and I even made fun of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;‘Psycho Shooter’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; missing this great opportunity to lunch with us, what’s more, for free!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I mean, that’s not the point, but the fun was there! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ‘Deer’ finally finished her dessert, and guess who we met just outside the restaurant? None other than who I was bad-mouthing about, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;‘Psycho Shooter’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend spotted her and signaled that we were around the corner. We told her ‘God of Fortune’ was busy giving away cash &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(LP: liquidity preference! Get it? I mean, most of the Econs students would understand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the treat we had earlier. The response? “Did you know she made me wait for her to arrive ½h later?! If I’d known you’re treating, I would’ve gone with you!” &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How sad… But come to think of it, if (s)he really did join us, I wonder if ‘God of Fortune’ would treat us still… Right ‘Deer’? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to where ‘God of Fortune’ wanted: comics connection. I was really awed when I saw some of the figurines that were sold! However, it also depends on your luck: if you’re lucky, you get what you want. Otherwise, you’d have to face what you don’t like… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to have the complete set!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, followed ‘Deer’ to ladies’ accessories store. To my surprise, ‘God of Fortune’ didn’t resist entering the extremely pink shop with all girly stuff! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I’m impressed! I can assure you, if you get yourself a girlfriend, you’d pamper her so much, ‘God of Fortune’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And when ‘Deer’ couldn’t get one of the earrings out from its place, here comes the helpful ‘God of Fortune’ who just yanked it out as though he knew it would be too easy for him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aww, so sweet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don’t think anyone would believe us if we said ‘God of Fortune’ is our teacher-ic… He behaved as though he’s still in his teenage years! Radically kewl! =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess he’s not so bad after all… So how? Have you changed your opinion about him, ‘Deer’? =D And of course, thank you sir for such a wonderful outing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114995336721035150?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114995336721035150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114995336721035150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114995336721035150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114995336721035150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/06/2nd-treat.html' title='The 2nd Treat'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114965622025587975</id><published>2006-06-06T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:57:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School – LIP Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whoo hoo! We got to go for real life experience site visits at the airport first thing in the morn! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not that I approve the early schedule, but how can I miss the airport! ^:^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Really like the ambience there… I’d say it’s my 3rd home! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we reached the airport so much faster than expected &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(judging from the time my family took by cab…).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We were way too early so everyone of us were left idling, doing nothing. Of course, this is the time when most of the girls would take their chances to chit-chat! =D And, gee, we found so many air stewardesses with really nice figures. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;How envious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we were led to the conference room of the aviation authority from Terminal 2. Had fun sitting on the swivel chair – it’s so cushy that no matter how I stretch, I’m leaning so comfortably on my back! “Deer” said the room looked like some UN offices, and yeah, I’d to agree. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk, the video clip and then the Q&amp;A sessions. Learnt quite a bit on what facilities to look out for in future! But all of these weren’t the best part of the trip! Everyone got to tour around the transit malls &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, the insides of the airport)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;No doubt I’ve been there once every year for as long as ‘Jaws’ lifespan, but it just feels like home when we walked around. Took many pictures too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/34.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/34.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like this one, which has really nice purple and white orchids. An indoor garden, so to say. Radically kewl, ain’t it? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we’d a chance to see the sunflower garden as well, where real sunflowers are planted! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Too bad, it rained, otherwise the sunny rays would complement so well with the flowers, ‘ight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That aside, time ticked by so quickly it was already lunchtime. Once again, didn’t “put any food particles into my mouth”, as what my ‘Deer’ friend mentioned. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mind you, it wasn’t because of the inflated prices but I would rather invest something else instead =P Not worth my money since I usually skip lunches… =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1255h, we left for the next talk on ground level management and handling service at the airport. I was impressed when the speakers had different perspectives of certain things, which, to me, were really insightful. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In fact, I’d thought of some of their comments, and was really happy they addressed it. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Q&amp;amp;A, we left for the next destination, which deals with media and such. I guess it was all right, where they discussed things like censorship and ratings for the movies and what is being scrutinized stringently by the authority. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe I was dead tired, I couldn’t really concentrate. Or perhaps it wasn’t my theme to touch on? Haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I must say, I still like the aviation sector. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to school at 6pm, and boy! We saw many year twos streaming out from school. That hit me hard: we’ve yet to take the GP paper! As if that wasn’t bad enough, I still have many things left undone, and time is running out… Oh dear, I guess I’d better hurry and finish up my homework! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Two weeks vaporized just like that… Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114965622025587975?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114965622025587975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114965622025587975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114965622025587975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114965622025587975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-school-lip-trip.html' title='Back to School – LIP Trip'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114965334686210592</id><published>2006-06-05T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:09:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School – Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Suddenly, my phone buzzed inside my bag; it was one of my schoolmates asking where the heck I am when the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Economics talk was – supposedly – to start any minute. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yup, all Economics students in my school had to wake up early and reach at 0930h to tune in to talks from the local tourism board and aviation airline company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my friends and I weren’t late! In fact, I’d suspected the talk would start 15 minutes later, which was quite true! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess the teachers couldn’t trust us students to reach on time, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, the instructions weren’t clear, so I’d to sit away from most of my friends &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(since I’m one of the 40 participants for the Local Immersion Trip – LIP – programme).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that; the talk went swift and I was really absorbed into what the 1st speaker was talking about – from the statistics to the internship that’s available. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maybe I should think about it? Haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, we’d the Q&amp;A session and of all people, my classmates bugged me thru SMS, ‘bullying’ me into asking the question that’d been questionable to ‘em many months ago. And so, I did. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just love to speak into the microphone… =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After that, funny remarks like, “You rock, girl!” beeped into my phone as they thanked me for speaking up for ‘em. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Funny classmates…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the nearest KFC outlet, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;since some didn’t want to eat at Mac… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyways, we crapped our way thru till the last few minute. Hilarious, it was, for they kept poking fun of each other with countless harmless jokes, not to mention a hint of exaggeration at times. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Really like the people I got to know thru pure coincidence. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And yes! As usual, I didn’t eat! Really proud of it… Just don’t have the appetite to and I wanna save up for this coming shopping spree! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back too early, I reckon, and we waited for quite some time before the next speaker arrived. I grew smarter: couldn’t care less about where we were assigned to sit, and so, I get to sit with my friends! Lonely no more… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey, sounds so familiar… Haven’t listened to Rob Thomas’ songs… Maybe I should!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =P But, anyhow, I still enjoyed it altogether – since it was on aviation. =D It’s interesting to know how the local airline operates so well to become a renowned icon worldwide… But, best of all, the session ended slightly earlier than usual! Yay! =)&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/18716152-114965334686210592?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114965334686210592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114965334686210592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114965334686210592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114965334686210592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-school-talks.html' title='Back to School – Talks'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114965167343190929</id><published>2006-06-03T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:41:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath (Shooting Competition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Water-bottle: checked. Wallet: checked. iPod Nano: checked. Banana: not checked! I panicked for a moment for there’s this mindset in me that says, “eating banana can help to reduce the heartbeat rate &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;which is essential especially when you are nervous!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You can say it was to psycho myself or some self-deception for me to feel at ease during the competition, but ah wells! What the heck! I’d just have to do w/o it! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd of June, got to school early to help transfer weapons to the country club for our shoot. I reached out for my coins and got myself some tit-bits from the vending machines in school. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Didn’t want to overspend when we reach the country club you see… After all, I wanna save up to get myself other stuff =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I mean, I should reward myself in the end… Especially in November, when no one remembers hat very day due to school hols and stuff… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ha, fancy myself thinking of what to get when the day hasn’t even arrived! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hint: it’s something related to the previous post…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everyone helped to carry some of the things like weapons &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(both rifle boxes and pistols)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and rifle bags to the coach. Luckily, the coach was luxurious enough for us to rest on. =) The seats were so comfy I really felt like snoozing away. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Not until I was quite distracted – or rather, disturbed – by the loud music at the back… All those ruckus from the juniors’ cell phones, can you believe it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess our shooters arrived a lil’ too early… Nobody was around and the people just started switching on the lights! Lol… ‘Throwing’ down all our heavy loads, one of the teachers-ic exclaimed that an iPod was left at the power point, charging near our vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind risking anything, so I went over and took a look at the contents. Went through most of the songs and was pretty sure it was some dude’s. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, judging from the selection of songs and the condition of the iPod…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What’s more, I found &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(to my delight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the song  that I’ve always wanted to listen to: “Vestige” by T.M. Revolution! Called ‘Deer’ over and both of us started cupping our hands into a fist with the earphones inside, putting near our ears. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Just to make sure the song echoes loud enough for us to hear, w/o having it chucked inside our ears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Initially, ‘Deer’ didn’t dare to, but I managed to bribe her over with the GSD battle song =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, you relented, girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hilarious, for we listened to a few other songs related to the anime, and soon &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(with my watchful eyes scanning through the area just in case the owner comes back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I found out who’d it belonged to, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;or what I presumed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ‘Deer’ started to ask how on earth I knew, but I just don’t know how to explain it… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sixth sense? Intuition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ha… Super funny, especially the owner’s reaction and from his expression, he was kinda shocked… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;At least he ain’t that petty to go up to us to give us any thrashing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Even if he did, I’d be so glad to give him a sound lecture, lying his outdated –black and white screen- iPod around… You think it’s like in Japan, where your things would be left untouched, waiting for the owner to retrieve it? FAT HOPE, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In fact, ‘Deer’ kept psycho-ing me to apologize to that buddy, and I was like, “Hell no!” Why should I? Nobody said I can’t touch it, and I didn’t steal it either! I just looked through and listened to some of the songs when it was charging w/o stuffing the earpiece into mine, what loss is there? No arguments – I probably won in the end if it starts… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I felt kinda hungry after waiting for the time to come for the rifle woman’s event… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Like, ever since 0715h? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So I munched on some of the tit-bits I bought… Not good: it only made me feel hungrier… So I just drank more water just to fill up my stomach; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;or rather, diluting the HCl (aq) inside? Lol…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team’s turn finally came, and boy, was I really nerved. Apart from feeling hungry, pressure was in me… I’d been in this country club, and scored horrendously bad during my first competition… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Would that happen yet again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; All I could do was try to calm myself down and try my very best. One of the shooters told me she could tell I was trembling when I was about to fire my rifle. That explains why I’d been pausing every-now-and-then to calm myself back then…&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Apeman even told us that we should stand there for the 1st half an hour, since we shot pretty much faster than the given time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In the end? the result was just a mere pass of 333 (out of 400). Followed by 332 and 331 from my fellow teammates. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Like, how kewl is our scores?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd, we weren’t spared from all the agony either… I’d to wake up at 6 to get myself freshened up and rejuvenated. I became smarter: I knew I’d be hungry so I packed some food over to munch on =) It kinda helped! ‘Deer’ was quite overwhelmed over the amount I ate &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(since I don’t usually eat much usually).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The reason she came out with? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;“You must be possessed! What’s today’s date? Must buy lottery… It’ll be a sure-win!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lol! Did you? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it’s special, all of us female shooters of both rifle and pistol would be competing altogether at the same time, so, it was kinda fast. Lucky for me, ‘Chocolate Lady’ brought a banana! Was so happy that we could share it =D Felt very much calmer after that too… Self-delusion? Maybe the ambience played a role too… But something happened: both my sides were ex-juniors from my former high school! Even the teacher who’d taught me was around, and was just right behind me as an audience! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;From air rifles, to their suits, everything’s new compared to what I possess. Why didn’t they start the shooting club earlier during my time?! Ugh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Jealous? No doubt… Pressure was inevitable either…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results came in fast: I scored 344 for the shoot, and boy, was I shocked. Like what ‘Chocolate Lady’ said, we were discussing how difficult it was to get a score of 340 and above, judging from our standards alone… I was really spooked out when I see the end-product right in my face… Just too amazing for me to catch it… My teammates did well too! Both of them got 332. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Gee… What’s wrong? Everyone’s getting the same results and stuff?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of chilled out at the arcade, I settled down at the steps, replying to some of the messages on my phone. One of my juniors joined me and asked how I did. We gave each other a recount and then, he spotted and recognized my wallpaper on the phone any anime fan would be able to identify. We started discussing many things and even listened to songs in his mp3. It was just nice to drive all the boredom away, until coach came along and asked for reflections during the shoot. He’d to leave for M’sia soon, so he gave me a nudge on my elbow and we bade him farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckon it was all right, for both days. Performance was above what I’d expected from myself. Maybe because I was lucky? Because of the banana ‘Chocolate Lady’ shared with me? Or the stinging pain on my thigh? I’ll never know entirely for sure… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114965167343190929?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114965167343190929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114965167343190929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114965167343190929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114965167343190929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/06/aftermath-shooting-competition.html' title='Aftermath (Shooting Competition)'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114909394592617995</id><published>2006-06-01T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:55:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pride and Honor #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/impt%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/impt%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Whoo-hoo! ‘Jaws’ and I were really fascinated at the sight of the picture you see above. It’s not just a picture, it’s a Japanese product, and believe it or not, it was made like a transparency so that you don’t have to worry if the sides would crumple, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that’s if you really do take good care of it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cool right? It’s no wonder why they say their goods are of top-grade. I concede defeat, really. However, I shan’t tell you how much we spent on it, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I can hint to you people that these imports don’t come cheap… And come to think of it, we got the whole set…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;So, think about it =P&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Till then, I may put up some of the other 15 photos of it from MSGSD in future =)&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/18716152-114909394592617995?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114909394592617995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114909394592617995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114909394592617995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114909394592617995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-pride-and-honor-1.html' title='My Pride and Honor #1'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114909310708344602</id><published>2006-05-30T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:47:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Camp: Recollection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Believe it or not, I rate the camp as 70%. Fun aside, the misunderstandings and corked-up contribute to the remaining balance. But, don’t worry! I’ll be posting up pictures right away soon =) Anyways, I reached early at ten to meet up with the rest &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(whoever are morning people, that is…).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then trouble came when ‘Wabbit’ said she wasn’t feeling very well… Which meant, one game IC is down! Uh-oh… What’s more, there were some last minute editing required for some of the games… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I didn’t even realized there were some flaws here and there till Saturday! Thankfully, ‘Wabbit’ and ‘Deer’ were there to help out.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people doing up on water-bombs, others doing the touch-up for the games, and of course, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;undeniable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; idle resources… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Which means I weren’t fully utilizing the people, and that would mean LDR would not set in as yet unless there’s overcrowding, and… OH! STOP THE ECONOMICS ALREADY! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sorry, about the diversion… But anyways! =) All went well since many are co-operative, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;maybe not for some people… Even those with much higher authorities than I have can’t do much to rein tight… No wonder they suggested using “the mirror-image’… =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/impt%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/impt%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it was time! Everyone went into Rm101, ready to welcome in the newly recruited shooters. It was very heartwarming, since most of them turned up for it, which means, less hassle on our plans. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Otherwise, our plans may really be spoilt so badly we needa redo all over again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And so, the usual procedures: you go over to your dorm, and know the dos and don’ts… Nothing new so far…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/impt%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/impt%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next were the icebreaker games. Let’s see, there was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;‘Dog-and-Bone’, ‘Wacko’, and ‘Beware of the Tie!’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; From what I see, I do think the campers had a pretty enjoyable time, knowing each other and stuff. In fact, I think they did better than us when we had ours last year! Can’t be blamed, since the seniors do try to bond with the juniors, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;unlike in the past… Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then, leads us to our lunch near 1315h. I guess it was all right, since I ain’t really picky when it comes to food in the afternoon. Just gimme some drink, and that’s sufficient for me. =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I’m not called a cactus for nothing, y’all…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And then, the most dreaded thing, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and it was some sort of tradition as what our ex-seniors said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;came after that: to clean up the range. Any sense of reluctance? No doubt man… I mean, who would find any fun in this? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If only I could try to brainwash others and scrap this stoopid tradition…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But the juniors did it anyway… Some of the seniors did help out as well… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Some seniors were clever enough to make water-bombs =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/impt%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/impt%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, we had Treasure Hunt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(I’d call it Clue-Hunt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the shooters were split into respective groups with mixed genders and races. I’m impressed with some of the clues the juniors had to think of in order to proceed on. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;One word: fascinating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But of course, it depends on which team you’re in; you have the wits, you benefit, otherwise, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;TOO BAD…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Some tips had to be tipped off in order for them to proceed… Frustration when they couldn’t get their clues was inevitable, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/impt%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/impt%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/impt%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a camerawoman-cum-assistant coordinator of the camp, I took lotsa pictures that I’d gladly share with you guys =) Know what? It ain't always safe to be up close and personal. I nearly got hit by one! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But I was too quick for it, and made a successful dodge from it =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; One of the few shots were the time when I could only snap the times when the ppl were having the water-bomb warfare at the field. From the grandstand, I could take almost anything that I want to. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Kewl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I guess it was a lot more fun getting all wet and stuff? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nah, being dry is good, too =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; No doubt, it was appropriate to join in the fun when we’re experiencing hot weather. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/impt%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/impt%20007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All that games and activities would definitely tire anyone out, right? It appears and certainly is so in this case, and everyone’s kinda famished… No worries! BBQ’s next… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hmmm, doesn’t that sound tempting to anyone who loves food? Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We had the best time in the evening to eat and cook together. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;However, the food wasn’t as supreme as last year’s, I’ll say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Even the teachers came over to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/impt%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/impt%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spending at least 2 long hours of feasting, night falls and prevails… It wasn’t all eating and get-back-to-bed thingy. We’d one last activity left undone… Together with some of the game leaders, we led the juniors to somewhere else, preparing them for the next activity: the nightwalk/activity. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HOLD YOUR SCREAMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It wasn’t entirely a scary event, though there are some elements of it. Instead, it was also yet another bonding movement for the juniors, where we pose them challenges, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;in the dark…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hmmm, it was all right, since most of the time I was concocting my ghostly tales… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, both ‘Deer’ and I were kinda upset when we heard things like, “The game is so boring…”, and stuff. I mean, yeah, it was supposed to be an activity for you people to bond and stuff. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Like, hello?! It’s a TRAINING camp, not LEISURE camp… L…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Felt like giving those juniors a slap on their head, or rather knock their senses out… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BUT, ‘brute forces does not equate to courage’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Never mind, I believe in karma: what goes around, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;COMES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;around… &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just you people wait till it’s your turn to organize,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;SUCKERS!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then, I’ll be the one laughing away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by George, look at the time! It was already nearing midnight! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No wonder my mood kinda energize somehow =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But that’s not the point… I couldn’t get to stay overnight! Not because parents don’t allow, but no one’s at home, and they want to check whether I’m there to look after… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ah wells…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Never mind! I guess the rest would be having fun, eh? =P Oh, and I could get to catch the final episode to the Japanese version of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;‘Journey to the West’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Whee! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114909310708344602?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114909310708344602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114909310708344602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114909310708344602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114909310708344602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/shooting-camp-recollection.html' title='Shooting Camp: Recollection'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114883109826236067</id><published>2006-05-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:44:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;That’s what ‘Jaws’ screamed all afternoon with a lousy director, me… Well, not entirely &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;lousy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Managed to pick up the skills to film stuff using me dad’s phone, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We got it all captured! Know what? I was kinda good at thinking up of stoopid and crazy stuff to make ‘Jaws’ act in… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I suggested a ‘disappearing’ act of ‘Jaws’ whereby she jumps and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;poof! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Disappear into thin air. However, the timing wasn’t good enough; I couldn’t get the whole idea in place, and so we strike the idea that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ‘Jaws’ told me she wanted her hamster to be part of the act. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I mean, like why not? Not like I have anything to lose! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Unlike the true filmmakers, right? =) From there, we brainstormed and we decided to use the ‘abracadabra’ phrase to make the hamster vanish. It worked perfectly well, and gee, you should’ve seen the ‘evaporation’ of the hamster when ‘Jaws’ , &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;thanks to the videodj in pop’s phone =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn’t enough, I made ‘Jaws’ and her hamster to do yet another act. This time, we made the hamster walk around on the ground, and when ‘Jaws’ boomed ‘Abracadabra!’, darned!, the hamster was nowhere to be &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;found!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lol… Really, credit to pop’s videodj editing and of course, my good guidance and filming of the two scenes =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is? Well, I just thought being a director is kinda fun, so… Maybe I should think of that route to success? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Haha, nah… Kidding… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But I certainly put that as one of my journeys if it’s ever possible =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Radical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In the meantime, I shall think of any wacky concepts and exploit pop’s phone once again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh yeah, the phone needed to charge so badly after I returned him… Lol…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/18716152-114883109826236067?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114883109826236067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114883109826236067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114883109826236067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114883109826236067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/disappear.html' title='Disappear!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114882780440151032</id><published>2006-05-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:56:36.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Vampire are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1139411535lestat2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Rogue Vampire&lt;/b&gt;. You are a Vampire Rogue. You keep to yourself, and bother no one, but don't think this makes you, as chances are you have already learned all you need to know for now, but also realize the importance of learning how to live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" align="center" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Rogue Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'63'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Vampire Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Clan Member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'13'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What Kind of Vampire are You? (Pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114882780440151032?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114882780440151032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114882780440151032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114882780440151032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114882780440151032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-kind-of-vampire-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Vampire are You?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114870588235333137</id><published>2006-05-27T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:58:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What tarot card are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Hermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/hermit.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a great deal of wisdom and the ability to see people for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;You are always looking ahead at the future, developing visions.&lt;br /&gt;A loner, you tend to travel by yourself through life, seeking your own truth.&lt;br /&gt;You don't crave material things or fancy titles. You have no baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that there is a unknown guiding figure in your life, ready to help you.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is find this person and seek their advice.&lt;br /&gt;It's also possible that you need to start seeking the meaning of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there's some deep thinking you need to undertake, and it needs to be done soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&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/18716152-114870588235333137?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114870588235333137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114870588235333137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114870588235333137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114870588235333137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-tarot-card-are-you.html' title='What tarot card are you?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114864310889379554</id><published>2006-05-27T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:31:48.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Not Interested</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Already, students are celebrating, hailing in the great June Hols. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sorry, NOT FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This year, June Hols is a period where torture and military-style of training –academically- are carried out vigorously. In the past, I would rejoice and really welcome this wonderful month, but not this year, which reminds me more of pain and sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pain: Shooting Competition. Well, not trying to be un-enthusiastic, but even my folks realized I’ve been straying off to shoot more often than what I should be doing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I guess this is what you get for joining sports/games as an activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When others are all ready to step down and stuff, my people and I are still made to suffer under the reigns of despair. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But this is kinda compensated with the ‘leisure’ camp next week =) Hee… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Looking forward to the camp, surprisingly… Maybe because I've a hidden agenda? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd pain: back to school for extra lessons… Okay, it’s unavoidable since the teachers are also as anxious as us students taking the major examinations this year. I just hope they don’t try to take us for many days… Maybe long hours with some breaks in between, but definitely I wouldn’t want to make trips here and there numerous times! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I can be sure others agree with me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd pain: not able to go out! What to do? It’s the final year where we need to concentrate more on our work and stop thinking of chilling out or hitting the malls to shop. My folks may appear to paint a picture of themselves as not stringent about any of our activities, but it’s always a false conception. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But they’re not so unreasonable to coop me at home all day… They’ll give me leeway if I bring ‘Jaws’ along, or if it’s a once-in-a-blue-moon outing with friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the list still goes on, but I thought I’d rather not state no more… It’d only make me more depressed… Speaking about that, I do think I’ve a hint of depression in me! Haha… Seriously, I don’t seem to be myself these days… Not sure how to define that, but, it’s just that! My tutor told me this, “Are you doing all right? ‘Cos whenever I see you, I always think you’re the very calm and serene person. So if you do have any problems, it’s very hard to tell”. I guess she’s quite right. I hardly show symptoms of any distress. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Good and bad, in a  way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Good: people who are close to me won’t worry about me. Bad: this may mean I’m silencing myself in a quiet process, but thing is, I usually don’t protest much unless I really am unhappy! Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rightey, I, too, found out I’ve been writing many ‘GP essays’ on my blogs… All lengthy and such… Maybe I should brush up on painting beautiful words in articles, and hit myself in the journalism sector. Hey! How kewl is that?! =P&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/18716152-114864310889379554?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114864310889379554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114864310889379554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114864310889379554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114864310889379554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/simply-not-interested.html' title='Simply Not Interested'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114863982853407317</id><published>2006-05-26T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T18:37:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck is in Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Nice… No wonder I always adore my Fridays =) Anyways, today was the last day of school, and boy, am I kinda glad, for a moment. For once, I don’t have to worry too much about homework… Anyways, the day was filled with niceties for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Economics homework, for instance. I was fretting yesterday whether I should kill the essay, since my tutor would most probably go through in class. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But even if I don’t do it, I’d very much likely to get away scot-free – since she can’t read my handwriting… =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyways, I didn’t do it, ‘cos I couldn’t wake up when the alarm rang. In the end, I still got away. To my biggest surprise, she had photocopied the sample answers and wanted us to do out a mind-map for it. And so, I was like, wow, am I lucky?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that… The next lesson was, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;what many students dreaded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; GP. It isn’t a problem to me, for I usually get myself ‘entertained’ from all the lame jokes and stuff =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And I knew of a way to listen to music when my tutor teaches… Muahahahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And today was special: we get to watch video! Whee! So happy! I remembered asking him some time ago whether we could get to watch any video, and he told me “it’s a waste of time”, so came yesterday, when I found out nothing was left for him to use for teaching purposes, I messaged to question what he’d be doing for today’s lesson. Surprise! He said, “see video. Maybe… ;-)” Ha! So cute! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Especially the wink at the end of the message. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’d cramps, two of my fellow newly befriended schoolmates stayed on to accompany me. I was really touched, and thankful, but also a little embarrassed for taking up their time… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thank you so much people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We crapped for quite some time, until it was already 2pm. Then, I realized I’d to look for a teacher-in-charge to settle some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I was so glad… There was this Economics &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(local immersion program)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trip to places like the airport and media studios where we get to look into how they work and stuff. I was really enthusiastic about it, and was willing to sacrifice my time for it, but then, I’d a stupid habit – I forgot to hand in my consent form… I thought this golden opportunity that knocked once on my door would never come back again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Moreover, it was a first-come first-serve basis, and a limited number of 40 places, AND there was an overwhelming response as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it was - gone. Not till yesterday, when they announced that there were 2 students who’d decided to withdraw from the trip, which means, vacancies! I could hear myself squeal in delight for this was a lost opportunity that came up to me yet again! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And no doubt, how could I ever missed it ever again?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I got in, in the end. However, once again, I was worried about which theme I would be doing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(either the Swissport or the Media).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I really hoped so much it was the former, and true enough, I got it! Like, whoa, is this too good to be true? Everything’s going way too smoothly to be reality for me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 1530h, I’d to go for shooting training. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Amazing, I actually persevered on even though I’d cramps… Incredulous… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And, like what I’d always suspected, it is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(to a very large extent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; true that I do much better when I’m not feeling very well or at tiptoe condition. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wicked…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So, I guess I’d to make sure I’m sick enough to carry my weapon in order to do well? Hmmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I’d even managed to shoot three shots consecutively in the middle! ‘Deer’ saw it, and advised me not to continue shooting the ‘wonderful’ card; instead I should just keep it for souvenir sake. I’d to agree, and so, I kept it =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thanks for the advice you gave, girl! Didn’t regret at all…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh, and something strange happened: that &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;psychotic shooter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nice to me, I nearly felt like puking... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Even one of the teachers thinks that &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;psycho&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is mentally unstable at times, which proves that I'm not condemning that &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;psycho&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the trickiest one was when I walked home… At first it was just slight drizzling, but when I reached home,  I heard loud splatters, and then, ‘Jaws’ cried out from the living room, “Whoa! You’re so lucky; it rained after you reached home!”&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/18716152-114863982853407317?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114863982853407317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114863982853407317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114863982853407317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114863982853407317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/luck-is-in-me.html' title='Luck is in Me!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114855239725997455</id><published>2006-05-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:19:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU’RE SUPERB?! DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;After a long day’s work, is it not right to have a chill out session? I do not think it’s a wrong testament for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And so, I was just sitting at the concourse with my ex-classmates, trying to get back our togetherness that hasn’t been around for a long time. After all, it was already quite late for me to do any training anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just my filthy luck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;psychotic shooter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came over to where I was situated. I did think of avoiding her, but that would only mean I’m cowering away, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and I do not think I’ve any reasons to fear her questioning me why I didn’t go for training… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;As I had imagined, (s)he started screeching away with that horribly &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;exotic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; voice &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(in the bad way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at me right in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I thought, just let some &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mad dog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bark for a while… Anyways, if I do voice back, I don’t think it’s worth every breathe I take in… No juniors around to witness how &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;stupidity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got the brains of some &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;psycho…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh, if you do see this and want to sue me, make me… I doubt you’d win anyway, without proof or witnesses to testify that I’m referring to that boorish YOU… Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends turned back and looked at me, startled. They were quite puzzled why I didn’t retaliate back at all… But I’ve my reasons, that’s for sure… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No worries, she’ll get her desserts soon… I’m not gonna give her ‘face’ no more… Enough IS enough…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She’s challenging someone who’s got flair in mind-games rather than uncouth talks, unlike some &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;psychopath&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot; you're trying to exercise the way your sibling disciplines you! No wonder you're bullying the rest in school. Don't you think you're being too ludicrous? FYI, you failed terribly in it. No doubt your sibling needs to put you in line. How tragic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Psychotic shooter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blamed me for almost everything, including her loss of welfare, and her precious time. I mean, hey, if you want to push the blame, talk to someone else… I’m not in your team, so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;GET OFF MY BACK ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Seriously, I realized I cannot shoot, or rather practice, for too many times, especially before competitions… In fact, it’d render my results to deteriorate more! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;That’s why I’m not shooting so often, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;‘pi-ba’&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What’s more, I’ve a certified injury to testify for me, unfortunately for you, it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;LEGITIMATELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, if you could be so kind, just shut the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; up and do what you ought to do. Not everyone needs the same rigorous training like you do, you &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sick psycho.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You really don’t know who you’re messing with… Btw, didn’t anyone teach you manners? How traumatic… &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/18716152-114855239725997455?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114855239725997455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114855239725997455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114855239725997455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114855239725997455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-superb-dont-make-me-laugh.html' title='YOU’RE SUPERB?! DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114849180957214461</id><published>2006-05-25T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:30:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Gotta Chill Out At Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Incredulous. I’m actually chilling out right now. Well, partly because I’ve already finished my work way before schedule, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;which is definitely very promising if I do so in future =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Suddenly, I just feel so carefree and stuff! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to officially admit something: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don’t know why, but I got hooked onto Anime…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Really, initially, it was just a slight sparks created by two of my good pals, talking about GS. I mean, okay, let’s see what I can do about it. I told ‘Jaws’ about it and right in front of my face, she played the game on Gameboy. Great. Then, the next thing I knew, she told me GS was on tv during weekdays. Guess what I did? I actually sat down with her and watched what the deal was. Hmmm, it wasn’t so bad after all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to admit I got the slight addiction, until the same two buddies and ‘Jaws’ kept influencing me with all of these. There was the "Kira is better than Athrun" argument, and the "MSGS has a better plot than MSGSD", or which songs sucked in its rhythm, even the couples in the animation weren't spared! Now? Ha, I can’t believe I’m talking the trio’s language… Shocking? Indeed, it was to me initially, but that’s when I realized I was quite a fan of Japanese Animation after all; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it’s just that the sub-conscious mind inside me didn’t hint me enough to make it known for me, clearly. In other words, a lil' retarded =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what happened right after this entire craze? I bought ‘Jaws’ both the DVD set of MSGS and MSGSD &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(and hey, I’m proud to say, I saved it and spent over 100bucks for these w/o any direct financial help from me folks). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I thought she’d benefit most, since she’d come home quite late so she could catch it during weekends through the DVDs. In the end, it was a win-win situation for both of us; together, we’ll sit down and watch =) LOL! Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I’m currently listening to their various ‘opening, ending and insert’ songs from the animation. I used to think it was not sensible to listen to something that you’d never understand, I mean, if you don’t understand, what’s the point of listening to it? It’d be an insult to the music, in fact! But both ‘Jaws’ and I went the extra mile: we went surfing for the lyrics and even searched for the translation in English. Smart? I do think so =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I kinda regret knowing the meaning to it… Most of them are rather grief-stricken themes… But of course, there are some inspiring ones from T.M. Revolution!!! ^:^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to this store that sells mostly anime stuff and immediately, what I aimed to get was the card collection. My friends urged me to get it, since I wanted it so badly, but I resisted. To me, if I want to get something, it must be a complete set, not a slipshod type. I vowed to come back and sweep the store clean if I need to. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not anymore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, ‘Jaws’ and I revisited the place and I snooped high and low, and to my biggest surprise, they really do sell the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FULL COLLECTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Both of us were so elated, but when we asked for the price… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Crestfallen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why? We didn’t bring enough! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Darnnit, had we brought another 20 to hit 100 odd…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Had the feeling of using &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the blue card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to pay first, but thought otherwise. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Since we’ve the capability to pay in cash, why not? =) Waste of money? We’re not exploiting from our parents; it’s from our daily allowance savings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was really funny, for we swore that we’d get it by the end of this month. Cash ready; I’m sure the day has come, very much sooner than expected.. Wink^  Btw, I’m trying to look for really brilliant posters &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(not those cheap paper type, but something like a scroll which you could hang on the walls),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so any suggestions? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest craze is this really kewl vampire/violence/gore-themed anime, called &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;‘Trinity Blood’.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I guess it’s pretty new, since most of my friends don’t really know what the heck I’m talking about. Really impressed by the way the artists drew their characters that come to life… A little exaggerated at times, but usually delicately elaborated and well drawn. Amazing, yet curious. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mom said her friend in the company knew how to draw such stuff! Man… If only I could ask her to draw out for me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Meanwhile, I shall continue to drown myself, reminiscing pictures to shake off the freakish scenes from ‘Incredible Tale’… ^:^&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/18716152-114849180957214461?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114849180957214461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114849180957214461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114849180957214461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114849180957214461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-gotta-chill-out-at-night.html' title='Just Gotta Chill Out At Night'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114805213071354889</id><published>2006-05-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:22:10.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No School, Y’all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s right! There wasn’t any schooling for my college today. Not sure how to interpret it well why it halted, but ah wells! It was a great time to chill out after all those tests and stuff, yeah? =) Initially, I thought of hitting the malls with my sister and go,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; ”Shopping!!!”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but some of my friends told me a deal to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;“The Da Vinci Code”,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so I thought like, hey! Why not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that would mean setting off early morning, and it also equates to waking up at early. As a nocturnal being, I just can’t stand waking up early. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It’s either don’t sleep, sleep a lil’, &lt;u&gt;never “sleep long and wake up early”…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But anyways, I thought I was gonna be late, but phew! The bus came on time, and I was made to wait for the rest… Never mind that… I went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Esprit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and look around. Nice; there’s this skirt that’s in sunny yellow, and another jacket that is so kewl! Too bad, I can’t spend… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Always have this resistance in me whenever I shop…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, everyone gathered altogether outside the ticket booth, and guess what? I saw many students from my school, too! And this is not all… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;They’re also watching the same movie as us…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Actually, I thought there’s no need to book the tickets… I mean, no one’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;–especially students-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; around in the morn?! In fact, I was proven right when we stepped right in the theatre; practically, the last 5 rows were filled only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting comfortably in the seat, I waited for the movie to start. Well, maybe we shouldn’t go inside that early after all… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We’d to watch a whole &lt;u&gt;twenty minutes&lt;/u&gt; of commercials… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But it’s all right! At least I got to see some of the upcoming movie trailers, like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Pirates of the Carribean II: Dead Man’s Chest”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Then there was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;“James Bond”,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I forgot the title to it… Thing is, the title was really impressive! But, the moment when I see who replaced the previous Bond, I was kinda disappointed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, I admit – I really like the new guy’s blue eyes, ONLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Many of us are anticipating &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“X-Men 3: The Last Stand”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; too! So exciting, the movies! It’s like a whole lot of kewl movies, and you’re like in a marathon to “catch ‘em all”. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, around 1145h, the screen widened, the lightings were dimmed, it was a hint that the movie was starting. The start of the movie was already leaving you in suspense. Why did this hooded Albino guy kill the old man? You’d ponder. And then, the plot takes off and I was practically glued to my seats, not wanting to miss any part of the details. I mean, if you do, perhaps you might lose track and get lost! No kidding… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then again, some people will come up to me, shake me real hard, and start to scream, &lt;u&gt;“WHY THE HELL DID YOU WATCH THIS CLIP FOR?!” &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside… Half-way through the motion pictures, my neck started to go “jelly”. Well, at first, I thought, “that’s because you weren’t lying back but sitting upright”. Then, when the movie came to an end, what I knew was I felt hungry, tired, and my eyelids couldn’t stay up totally. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And most importantly, my neck now aches like mad… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Not that it’s not a lousy clip or whatever negativity, but did you know it was a whopping &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;150 minutes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; long?! Yeah! The four of us were practically overwhelmed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No wonder this old folk seated on the far right was yawning so loudly when there was a quarter of the movie left… Lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;One thing for sure: everyone of us were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;famished…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already 1415h, we ate in LJS, discussing some parts of the plot which we were impressed/disgusted in. Like, how Priest Silas whipped himself when he prayed, and how Professor Robert had this flair in deciphering anagrams. And that’s that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No worries, we didn’t even think or relate it to any religious works, just FYI… You’re not thinking that we’re not so lame to think a fiction is reality?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to 1530h, I set off to the train station, waiting for my sister to report to me before chaos. Not sure why, but I just kept thinking it was a Saturday… But boy, am I glad there weren’t many people disembarking the train, which indicates that, we get to sit for the rest of the 30 minutes journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was smooth, until I forgot how to reach our destination… What did I do? I just used my pictorial mind to guide me along the way. In fact, I was thinking, if we really got lost, what do we do? Easy. We’ll just hitch a cab and poof! We’re off! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But, hey, don’t look down on me… I ain’t the type who’d give up without trying first…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I’m quite impressed, since my friend brought me over only once, and it’s my 1st time going there alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And viola! Like what I’d expect from my sis, she was indeed impressed with all the figurines and posters, et cetera, etc… However, I didn’t bring enough to spend! Only brought 50, and was short of some cash. Use that blue card? Had the intention to, but I thought I’d better not used it, since I’ve already let slip of some this month… =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Shhhhh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we headed back home, all tired and stuff. Man, even till now, I can’t really feel my feet. Maybe because it’s the side-effect for putting on heels and walking around non-stop… Not that they’re feeling exhausted, but rather, I keep tiptoeing when I walk! Yeah! Strange, yes… But I couldn’t help it… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Not as if I always wear it during the weekdays in school for me to get used to it, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ah wells… I think I’d better catch some sleep. My eyes really can’t stay on too long… Fruitful day? In a way… =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;GOOD DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114805213071354889?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114805213071354889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114805213071354889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114805213071354889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114805213071354889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-school-yall.html' title='No School, Y’all!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114775961220869648</id><published>2006-05-16T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:06:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Tuesday Turns Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I’m running out of ideas! Can’t even think of any inspirational issue to talk on… Ugh… What’s going on in me?! Anyways, it’s quite evident, too, as you can see from my entry title… Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells! We’re supposed to have Chemistry SPA &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(mind you, it’s not the oh-so comfortable spa you attend for leisure… This is something that can determine your grades… yup, disgusting…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; today, and I’ve yet to finish my revision! What’s more, this is something to do with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;major examinations…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;No worries! I did my studying at 0000h onwards, till I was so tired about the whole regurgitation of the notes we’re supposed to know at our fingertips… At around 0130h, I sneaked into the living room and had my share of chill-out session. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do? Haha, I was kinda impressed by this Japanese version of “Journey to the West”.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; I admit, I wasn’t very keen at first when I saw the commercial on cable… And I was like, “Oh no, not another imitation!”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; However, this short drama, which consists of only 11 episodes, caught my attention after I forced myself to watch it the previous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you listen to it in the lousy Mandarin vocals, it’s a total turn-off. So I switched it to Japanese, and voila! The intended meaning and feel of what the character had displayed was explicitly clearer, and no doubt hilarious. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No wonder they say originality is best… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And no, there wasn’t much copying of the traditional version of the characters pursuing their sutras… Everything was quite ‘revamped’ to give a different way of watching this drama, and I’m sure you guys can tell I definitely like it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that ended at around 0220h and I went back to the revision till 0300h. strange, I wasn’t feeling any bit of tiredness so I continued working on Economics homework, and by George! Look at the time! It was already as late &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(or rather, &lt;u&gt;EARLY&lt;/u&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as 0400h! In fact, I couldn’t help but toss around in my bed for at least half an hour before retiring for the day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies, and it was already 0645h when mom woke me up. Don’t know why my mind just fills up all the revision work that I’d studied earlier… I think I could feel some leak here and there, but most of the content were there. Curious, ain’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we were put to test at 0800h… The way my tutor looked really made me jump. The first thing I see in him was this stressed-out look on his face, frowning away as if something bad had happened… Was it a hint that the paper is quite tough? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, it can’t be so demanding that we can’t tackle it, right? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I guess I was trying to comfort myself… But, soon after I got the question paper, I was squealing in delight in silence: most of the compounds given were pretty easy to detect, such that there was no ‘conflicting’ results if I were to test a sample and conclude its identity. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thank God for that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to finish the test in time, and I was quite impressed to see the student beside me already putting her head on the table during the last 20 minutes. This was more of a test of speed-writing and how well you can regurgitate, I realized. I happened to be the victim of the former, which kinda handicaps me, especially for essays. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I guess that’s why my handwriting is now more cursive than in the past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  But yeah, I slain the paper like what I promised my friend yesterday night. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Girl! If you’re reading this, &lt;u&gt;WE FINALLY SLAIN PRACTICAL PAPERS!!&lt;/u&gt; Yee-ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114775961220869648?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114775961220869648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114775961220869648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114775961220869648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114775961220869648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-tuesday-turns-friday.html' title='When Tuesday Turns Friday'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716152.post-114750941745614779</id><published>2006-05-13T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T16:36:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Ends…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, it’s finally over… Woke up as early as 7am on a Saturday &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(not trying to whine, but I rarely wake up as early as that during my weekends you see!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just to go for our monthly shoot. Just when I thought I could get to eat my slices of egg prata, but Dad wouldn’t be so crazy to get up and get ‘em for me, right? =) Anyways, I just drank and went to get the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, and I was so worried that I’d be the last one to arrive… In the end, it turned out that the range wasn’t even opened! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, partly because of this particular fellow who takes charge of the range…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He’s always late… And so, everyone waited anxiously for his arrival… What a joke… Making us reach at 0850h, when it only opens at 0915h. of course, I wasn’t so stoopid to wait there like a retard =P The usual three went to the lobby and chilled out comfortably on the couch… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The good thing about country clubs…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the pistol shooters took 8 lanes to carry out the competition amongst them. That’s when the trouble came: there wasn’t any scoring sheets to record down the results. So, who gets the blame? Me… Why? Because some people just can’t get their mindset flexible enough to record results on the back of the cards and insist on getting the scoring sheets photocopied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! I thought, I’d just draw it out for you, since I can’t find any copier. And that’s when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;that buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gave me a ludicrous scolding… I can’t be bothered about it, for I wasn’t even informed about it. Secondly, I already am sorry about my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;incompetence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and am also sorry for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;that buddy’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; inflexible mindset. Ugh… Kept insisting on getting the copied version… Thanks to my other fellow shooter, we drew out all the graphs ASAP before another thrashing gets on me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NO LIFE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, my mood totally changed for the day. And then, it was our turn to shoot! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Great… Thanks so much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This competition is slightly different in the way it is carried out: both male and female shooters are to challenge amongst each other according to the weapons used. So, I’m in the rifle team, which means, pressure… I was told one of the juniors was the next big thing… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wonderful…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And what’s more, the guys were far much better than I am! So, chances of getting any trophies was really close to nil, in my perspective…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, my shots were really strayed… I’ve got 6s, 7s… I don’t recall seeing anything like 10s, which I used to get at least a couple in a series… I guess I was really pissed by the whole matter earlier, and just couldn’t concentrate… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In fact, I even had the thinking of not shooting the next series!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then, I told myself, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;just quickly get this over and done with… You can’t get anything what… Why work so hard?! Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I know, I sounded extremely pessimistic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t even be bothered to check out the scores that I got for my second series… All I did was, shoot, wind back card, flung it aside, wind another card for the next 2 shots. Things didn’t go well either with that thigh strain… Yes, very idiotic… But who cares? I just wanna get this over and done with! And I bet &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;that buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; don’t expect much from me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I finished the shoot and went back to chill out. Of course, I went to check out my scores and was quite shocked to see the 2nd series… It was a score of 92… I mean, can you believe it? I was just losing only 8 points from the max. score? And I didn’t go for training since last Friday! LOL… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Holy crap… Even that buddy couldn’t help it and commented that was new for me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But still, would that salvage my getting of a trophy? I don’t think so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fish Tree” was quite upset over the whole episode as well… I mean, for this round, I needa sympathize with her… She wasn’t able to shoot properly as well as she used to. Why? She ‘damaged’ her most important key to shooting:&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;index finger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, and it was a waste from all the training that she put in. Never mind! At least it’s not the real event, the actual competition &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in JUNE!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the time to give us the dismissal. As usual, when some fault is made, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;that buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would always report and announce it straight away, and even mentioned the “wrongdoer”’s name. Not surprising, as usual… Then, moved on to the prize presentation. Really proud of the achievements by ‘Deer’… She wasn’t using her gun to shoot, and yet she managed to clinch first! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;All hail, ‘Deer’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; LOL… And something disgusting happened… I actually got the bronze trophy for the shoot today! What is this? It’s so disgusting I nearly puked… Ah wells, I think the guys gave me a chance to get, right? Haha… It just don’t sound right at all… Ah wells! Gonna go sleep now… Neck hurts like mad…Finally, no more competition for the weeks to come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114750941745614779?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114750941745614779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114750941745614779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114750941745614779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114750941745614779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-it-ends.html' title='And It Ends…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716152.post-114744602758873690</id><published>2006-05-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:00:27.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Continues Painfully…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just when I thought the nervousness in me would go away for once after Thursday, the teacher-in-charge gave me yet another full blast of it. meaning, I’d be facing another challenge, again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tomorrow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yup! It was like someone throwing me a brick on my head and I just went unconscious, literally… Never mind that… I’d just have to try my best…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna talk about what happened on Thursday. Was so happy to meet my “Bro” on my way to school! And he gave me some encouragement. =) Of course, not only them… Many others like my fellow shooters and schoolmates, too, also threw in lotsa support. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thank you guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it go? Initially, I was already quite pissed with the lateness of the shooters from some renowned college… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fancy making all of us wait for them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, I really disapprove of the way they show their attitude whenever they are around… Throwing their weight around, putting an air and what-nots… I’m so darned glad that I’m anything but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But, of course, I try to psycho myself that they could be delayed by some reasons&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; (which obviously shows a slight hint of denial in me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like they’ve been made to study longer in school, or maybe the highway was so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;chaotic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that they couldn’t make it on time… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But how is it that they can be on time yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the friendly match started late because of them. Never mind that. What really irks me was halfway through the whole process, my pathetic strain on my thigh came back and got me struggling the match. Man, why must it always happen to me? Perhaps, I really need to be extremely bothered by my sickness like the previous shoot so that I can perform? I dunno… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But it wasn’t as bad as I thought…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when it came to the last two shots, the most irritating thing that could’ve happened occurred… I was shooting at lane 2, and suddenly, an old buddy came over to lane 1, which was initially empty. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It’s okay, not like I would like to be bothered by him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But thing is, someone came over to him and started crapping so much that I wish I’d finished my shots! I even tried to stop, just to wait for them to stop all those nonsense.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; I mean, doesn’t this old buddy know it is not right to speak so loudly? Especially when it comes to a SHOOTING RANGE? Boy, even I, an amateur, knows more than that pro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I thought to myself, “what a disgrace…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results? It’s all right… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tell you guys a secret… I didn’t practice shooting ever since last Friday, well, due to some circumstances… Shhhh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And, I didn’t shoot my personal best, but I’m quite fine with my 85%… I mean, it’s not that I’m satisfied with it, but I guess I’ve to try my best to step on up ahead! Oh, and I didn’t manage to get my scary constant results! &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It’s okay! At least I still have tomorrow! Whee!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; But then again, I’ve yet to fall sick! Ahhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114744602758873690?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114744602758873690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114744602758873690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114744602758873690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114744602758873690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-continues-painfully.html' title='It Continues Painfully…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716152.post-114733010039416247</id><published>2006-05-11T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:48:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very nerve-wrecking…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh man, this is really mind-wrenching for me… In just a few hours time, I’ll be going for a friendly shoot with other colleges. Well, though it may be deemed as a friendly, I do sense this strong aura of competitiveness during the pistol category yesterday… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Is that what they meant by friendly match? I dunno…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I know I’m pretty much unprepared for the whole event. Guess I’ll just stick to my policy: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;treat it like a training… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s strange… The previous competition, I was down with fever and cold… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yeah, what a great combination ain’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The results? You would’ve expected something like, really rotten results, right? Haha, in fact, it was quite consistent that I was shocked myself, too! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;One detail has 4 series – in a girls’ air weapon event – and each series has 10 cards, and we’re supposed to shoot 1 shot per card, which equates to a total of 40 shots. Whoa… What a definition… I swear I thought of it on the spot within a few seconds! =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Like what my coach said, I could be concentrating much on my sickness rather than bothering what others are doing… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Apparently not for me, ‘cause I do take some peeps of the score of the person standing beside me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, I should get myself sick and do better! Haha… But I’m not today! Oh no… This is bad… Whenever I go for competition, stress adds in, and this would result in pressure, which in turn brings about true nervy time during the shoot itself. Good? Of course not! As a rifle shooter, I needa be so still with my posture, with no hint of vibration or any sorts. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But now, things get complicated with my problematic thigh strain… Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I should chill out a little, right? Sigh… If only I was sick… =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But nobody in the right mind would think of that… I’m driving myself up against the wall!!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114733010039416247?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114733010039416247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114733010039416247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114733010039416247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114733010039416247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/very-nerve-wrecking.html' title='Very nerve-wrecking…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716152.post-114689567090002955</id><published>2006-05-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:07:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know I’ve been using this word to describe most of my happenings, but who cares? It’s my blog and I wanna use it whenever I want it, ha! =P Anyhow, school ended early for me today, and, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;boy am I glad my Fridays are always so swift for me to take a good rest for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was special; some of us are gonna surprise someone ‘purposefully’… You see, my ex-classmate –GGH- isn’t in the same institution as we are in, and her birthday was on the 4th, which was yesterday. How to meet her was already a problem, what’s more, to celebrate her birthday was a big question mark. After much suggestion, thanks to ‘Handsome’, we decided to have a surprise-cum-coincidence dinner date with GGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it turn out? Good friend ‘Deer’ was actually at least an hour late, since she’d to “paint banner for fellow classmate” who’s in Talentime contest. To think I trust her for coming on time at 1745h… And how many times did I reminded her through her cellphone and verbally? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I was late, too, but only 5 minutes’ grace was needed, hee… And I thought ‘Handsome’ was gonna be late… Well, he was the first to arrive and was surprisingly quite on time, too! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Amazing… What got into him? Lol…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our plan was to make TJL meet up with GGH at Mac for dinner, then 3 of us –‘Deer’, ‘Handsome’ and myself- would go in and pretend it was all wonderful coincidence and such that we could all dine in together as well. Things went a-okay, thankfully, and we got enough seats for ourselves!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; I mean, like whoa… Our plans are going so smoothly than I imagined… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;GGH was indeed very much astounded, and we all sat around, catching with each other as much as we can, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;partly because ‘Deer’ had to finish writing her birthday wishes to GGH under the table… LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when everything was done, wham! We let the cat out of the bag and, yup! It’s a success; she was really pleased from her expression. If I’d not been wrong, her mom called and I, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;unintentionally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; eavesdropped her conversation… Heard her say something like, “My friends came together and set a ‘trap’ to celebrate my birthday in Mac right now”… Thereabout, yeah? I mean, such coincidence is just too rare to be true… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, not for long…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who we “would’ve” wanted to meet on that day, but WC?! He just appeared out of nowhere, and stopped short, staring at our table. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yes, you’re right, everyone’s jaws went dropping onto the tables… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I guess WC was shocked too, refusing to sit at first when we asked him to. He carried on with what he’d to do, while the rest of us just continued gossiping about him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Of course not! We’ve no time to spare for him, no way…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he appeared again, and thought he should sit along with us for a moment or two. As if war between ‘Handsome’ and TJL wasn’t enough, WC joined in as well. Thing is, ‘Handsome’ didn’t retaliate much, so TJL analyzed that it was a bomb that exploded in him without any counterattack. I teased that he’d a better armory: nuclear weapons, and is now charging up, waiting for the next victim to take the full blast. TJL got a feel of it, when she claimed she’s the oldest amongst us all, and wham! ‘Handsome’ exploded that it was him.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Like, whoa, chill out man! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was totally hilarious all the while, even after WC left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since ‘Handsome’, ‘Deer’ and myself haven’t had enough of shopping, we left GGH with TJL &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(who’s responsible for escorting our birthday girl home).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Went around getting things that we needed, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(and i was busy find food... Whoops! At least I've got people to gimme tips on what to buy! I mean, mom always buys goodies for me to pig out on, ha!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and look at the time! It was really late already… And my feet have started to take its painful effect for the walk around in heels. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hee, just thought of putting them on today, for no reason… Which made ‘Deer’ kinda ‘fumed up’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Left the place at around 2130h. Boy! What a fruitful day, it is!&lt;br /&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/18716152-114689567090002955?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114689567090002955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114689567090002955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114689567090002955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114689567090002955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/fun_05.html' title='Fun!!!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716152.post-114672968992440520</id><published>2006-05-04T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:01:29.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At long last, the tests for the week has gone off my back for once… Wasn’t having a good time, no way… Well, I’m to blame mostly… Since I always do last minute revision, nothing surprising ;) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yes, I won’t do it soon… Like, the major examination is just around the corner! Scary…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t been sleeping well either, which could be the cause to the aggravated pain on my neck… Well, I only have myself to blame, right? Slept at 2200h yesterday, and woke up at 0200h just to do another last minute revision. Ha, yes, I am that crazy to do things like that… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;People don’t call me “crazy” for nothing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Had to revise my Numerical Analysis (Math topic) for the test later. Yup, I totally understand what I’m doing, but lately, I’ve been forgetting my stuff so easily… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pray, it’s not senile dementia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But I do remember things that aren’t relevant to studies, which is so not wise… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;What is wrong with me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, headed to school, facing Economics first thing in the morn. Not bad, I kinda enjoy the whole topic on “Government”… But then again, a little &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;propaganda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in some instances. Of course, I’ll just dismiss it sometimes, and occasionally thinking back on it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was physical training, which isn’t what I’m looking forward to, obviously… Apparently, I’ve hurt my thigh due to these lessons, and hasn’t recovered ever since March!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; I don’t believe it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And I remembered telling, no, reassuring my friend that I’ll recover in no time… Ha, what a joke… Gonna go for a check-up soon, so as to cover myself from taking this physical fitness test that’s so compulsory which I think, isn’t… I mean, in my case, I can get all straight 5 points for all the station except for the standing broad jump. Because of that weakness, I got a bronze award, when I could easily be eligible for a gold. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;How FASCINATING…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes, I do think it’s redundant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not dampen my mood… I snooped around to make sure I can get a clear runaway from all those trainers, and poof! Off I go to chill out in the concourse area. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, you can’t expect me to become a retard sitting at the PE porch, doing nothing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And just when I thought I could get a time-out, it was time for the Math test. Thing is, my lecturer made us listen to the lecture first before issuing the test papers to us. Many wondered why they did that for, since majority won’t have the mood to absorb what is being dished out… Cleared the test with pleasure =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It was one of the glorious times when the test was slain by me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed up with Economics tutorial, which ended swiftly… The next moment, I was told to head over to the hall. Puzzling, I mean, why would they be there? One possibility was to play badminton, and I was so right. Strange, I wasn’t at all enthusiastic about it, until I got hold of the racquet, and poof! The atmosphere changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t get a good hang off it initially, since I’ve stopped playing ever since, last year, term 2? No kidding… It took me at least 10 minutes’ grace to recuperate some of my skills! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dunno why, but I got the hang of backhand hits…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I remembered the times when I could actually hit it with my back facing the opponent, but now? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Guess I needa recover more skills man…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But that’s when I start to power-up my passion for the sport… The next thing I knew, I was busy sliding around the court with the rest, making sure the shuttlecock stays air-borne…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another exciting event happened! The guys wanted to spar amongst themselves. It was really funny when the shuttlecocks came flying over to the ‘audience’ –mainly the girls- area. During that due, I thought I saw the unwittingly familiar way of dealing the sports by the guys… Really reminded me of high school times… So fun! We would all gather up and challenge each other… Everything came to halt at 1400h, due to classes… Kinda upsetting, but they promised to play again, if possible, next week =) Yay! I guess I’ll be looking forward to it… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That’s if my strain on my thigh goes away… Ouch…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114672968992440520?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114672968992440520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114672968992440520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114672968992440520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114672968992440520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-it-back.html' title='Getting it Back'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716152.post-114672975381474160</id><published>2006-05-02T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:02:33.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Y’all out there! Yes yes, I see many comments stating that I’ve “not been updating my blog”, blah blah blah… And I know it’s kinda stagnant, yes… Am grateful that some of my friends do check this redundant page out, thank you! And also, gomenasai! It was because of certain things like tests, and even the internet connection. Well, apparently, I’m not using wireless connection/broadband. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, whatever… Will make sure I get it SOON…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I’m back now, since it’s the new month, and my usage limits is back again! =P Trying to blog moderately, yeah? Can’t be helped, really… Somehow, I feel some weight on me these days, but no worries! I’m all right, and won’t be pressured by unnecessary things, that’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FOR SURE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well then, later! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114672975381474160?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114672975381474160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114672975381474160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114672975381474160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114672975381474160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/05/whoops.html' title='Whoops…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716152.post-114413883653606999</id><published>2006-04-04T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:20:36.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAS Right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Seriously, I didn’t want to talk about &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;… Especially when it’s on my blog entry. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Cos whenever I mentioned about you, it just makes my mouth go stinky…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ha, I sound so idiotically bitchy right? Lol… Don’t worry about it! I’ve my reasons to it… &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don’t usually become like this until YOU provoked the harmless me…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recount the very first moment when I visited this particular polyclinic nearby. Everything went absolutely all right… I really appreciate all those wonderful receptionist and staff who helped out in registration. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT, THE VERY MOMENT I GOT REFERRED TO THIS CHAP,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that wonderful picture &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;JUST GOT TORN APART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fancy a doctor sniggering at you over what HE thinks is a “minor injury”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Was asking for a longer period of mc from sports activities too much for you? It’s not like I’m asking for an all-year-round mc, or something!? But guess what? You’re proven wrong by your fellow comrade. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I thought it was a good timing to go for the check-up. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;After all, lessons were merely tutorials, and I can ask my classmates to follow-up ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like the other time, the receptionist was sweet, the registration lady was helpful &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(I asked to be referred to a female doctor. Otherwise, I’ve a high probability of meeting that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brainless&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CHAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and then, the female doctor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! She was so kewl! I mean, she looks so professional &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(unlike that &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CHAP,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; slouching away…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and like what the Worldview Conference mentioned, she greeted me by my name, and I went, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“Wow, this really IS service, y’all!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And so, she asked what happened to me, so I told her all the relevant stuff. I mean, 1 month and it’s still not okay, something must be wrong right? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CHAP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;refused to believe me when I said it last month… What a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, she knew exactly what is happening to me! And she was so accurate, can? Like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“You’d be expecting some strain on your thigh. And you can only do jogging instead of running and stretching, right?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so you can guess what I was doing… Nodding away and I was, actually, mentally relieved I found the right doctor! She told me I’d be given weeks of excuse from training &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(like, radical y’all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and reminded me if this persists, I might needa go through &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHYSIOTHERAPY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… Ooooo… Sounds serious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, payment! Ha! I used card, of course… I can’t be having so much money with me… Hee… Charges have gone up slightly for PRs, you see. But I was really happy with the staff at the pharmacy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(to collect my medication).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Know how they addressed me? Miss Ho. Okay, I wasn’t really ready for that yet, I supposed, but anyhow, they were really polite and really, they’re awesome…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking me whether it’s worth waiting for a whole 2 hours long? Let me state, it was &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WORTH IT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to prove I was right and that &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CHAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; was wrong… &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I seriously think calling him a chap is way too kind of me...! Just you wait... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, who wants to provoke me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you’re right?&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;We know who wins&lt;br /&gt;EVENTUALLY…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&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/18716152-114413883653606999?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114413883653606999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114413883653606999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114413883653606999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114413883653606999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-right.html' title='I WAS Right...'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114406361630052493</id><published>2006-04-03T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:37:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brilliant Day to Start =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoo hoo! I’ve never been so enthusiastic in my entire college life until today. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not sure why, but I guess there are many reasons to my good mood, ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, went to school slightly earlier and was in time to ask the rest to sign the external card for our dear ‘Handsome’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yeah, it’s his birthday! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and I got to flaunt my new bag! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nah, not really, but at least people noticed =) Hee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Math lecture was surprisingly fast for me, and poof! it was already 9am! I was hoping so much ‘Handsome’ would take his time to stroll over to the concourse area, but apparently, it wasn’t so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I carried on with my plan: borrow money and, at the same time, take his wallet away. =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, you’d never know whether he would be willing to change his…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But ‘Hermione’ and ‘Deer’ screwed my plan! In fact, ‘Handsome’ said he’d have lent me the money to get the notes without hesitation, but with them two sudden probing, he got suspicious. And on top of that all, ‘Handsome’ showed me what my ‘Sister’ sent: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“Hey happy 18th birthday leh hope u lik d present n dun oways go buy 4D nw tt u r eligible haha juz kiddin enjoy ur day n rmb 2 smash ur face on cream puff :P” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yup, and I went, “Crap… The deal’s off”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, there was a lil’ of tug-o-war, and it was really embarrassing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ha… Well, I guess only ‘Deer’ and ‘Hermione’ would understand this statement…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; One thing surprised me was that, he was really willing to use the wallet. Man, thank goodness he did. I’d been worrying myself too much, I guess =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After all, his torn-and-tattered wallet should long gone into everyone’s best friend: the bin! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But, seriously, I’m really relieved and am glad everything turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry tutorial was a breeze! I knew how to tackle the question my tutor asked, so, LUCKY ME! =D As usual, I got to get away from Math lecture during the last ½ hour since I’d really nothing better to do, but to stone there. The funky teacher actually allowed me to go off early without fail, like, how cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP? Ha, to my biggest surprise, I wasn’t being probed by my tutor to answer any questions at all! I mean, he would usually go, “Come, answer me this…” and I’d be like, “What just happened?”… Yes, I don’t always pay much attention during his classes, thank you very much. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Unless he has something really interesting to talk about, I’ll definitely be there… =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh, and he made me go buy module notes half way through the lesson. BETTER STILL, I got to slack with my company &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(they’ve already finished their lessons, can?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; till the very last few minutes. No one suspected anything… Yay! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, like the usual Mondays, I crapped with ‘Handsome’ and ‘Turt’s Pet’. Man, I can never imagine myself crapping that much on just a few issues. Pooh! But, it was fun… I mean, in the past, when we converse, it’s usually rather &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;‘make-sure-you’re-sensitive-with-what-you’re-saying’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; type of tone. But now? It’s really changed to a easy-going session, where you get to suan each other, but definitely not provoking each other to such a GR8 extent. NOW, that’s the unique part. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting practice? Brilliant. I can’t help but be so shocked to see my results soar to a high 86% &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(well, to me, that’s pretty high already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; overall. Not sure whether it was because I was in a good mood, or maybe because of what I’m wearing? Ha, you’ll be really shocked… Usually, for a NORMAL occasion, I’ll be donned in a tee and shorts. Today was special – I’d been crapping so much that I lost track of time, and couldn’t get home to grab those! So? I couldn’t care much and put on my gear while I’m dressed in my uniform. YES, you see it right. I was wearing my school blouse and &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SKIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, putting on the shooting jacket and pants. Imagine how I’d to make sure I didn’t do any unwanted attention when I’m wearing a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SKIRT…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After the whole process, I was totally souped in my own sweat, which made me looked as though I went for a dip… Gee… My teacher-ic and fellow comrade thought that perhaps I SHOULD wear the same thing for the next training. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Holy crap…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I felt my phone vibrating. An sms from ‘Handsome’:&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; “Let me offer my thanks again for the present. Thanks. See im being so sincere =)”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like, dude?! Whatever man… He should be thankful, yeah? Sometimes, I really envy those who get to celebrate their birthdays in school… I’d already missed out many such fun occasions myself, but, WHAT THE HECK?! Who cares? At least I’ve got my ways to chill out. Yeah, think positively always… Go go go! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking out&lt;br /&gt;I saw a yellow bird&lt;br /&gt;And the sky was a brilliant blue…&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114406361630052493?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114406361630052493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114406361630052493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114406361630052493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114406361630052493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/04/brilliant-day-to-start.html' title='A Brilliant Day to Start =)'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114394580435678382</id><published>2006-04-02T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:43:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop’s Back! (With Goodies…)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I’m so enthralled by what my dad bought from his trip. Haha, well, I can get really upset if I don’t get to go shopping, but Pop took over that role for me =) And guess what? I was right about his taste! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wheeeee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop got me a sling bag &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(which I’d always wanted!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; even without me telling! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I guess I must’ve been moaning about it for quite some time… Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I’m very much happy with it. He bought sis a backpack, and you should’ve seen her gleeful eyes, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was Mom’s turn &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(she got the most accessories):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 2 pairs of heels &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(very nice! but I don’t get a chance to wear it… feet too small, can?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and also, a handbag. Man, she was actually bragging them all in front of me! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Okay… Fine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is? Well, Pop’s taste has improved tremendously, no kidding! He’s been made to go shopping for the 3 of us, and usually, we’d be quite disappointed with the colors or just the design. Ha, but today’s different…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pop!&lt;br /&gt;We love ya’! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114394580435678382?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114394580435678382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114394580435678382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114394580435678382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114394580435678382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/04/pops-back-with-goodies.html' title='Pop’s Back! (With Goodies…)'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114153188758912848</id><published>2006-04-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:52:38.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Whoo hoo! My dearest thing climbs up one more month... iPod Nano's 5 months old! ~Whee!!!!&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/18716152-114153188758912848?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114153188758912848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114153188758912848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153188758912848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153188758912848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-dearest.html' title='My Dearest... =)'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114385980647378325</id><published>2006-03-29T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:50:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the Experiment! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it! I actually slayed the experiment just like that! So happy. I’d my practical today, and initially, I was freaking nervous for it,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; and I really mean NERVOUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I recalled myself asking around my circle of friends whether it would be very difficult, just to try easing my nervy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it didn’t help… Instead, that got me into a mental-block for a moment during the actually Chemistry SPA itself! And, gee… Was I glad everything turned out all right in the end, especially when I’d to weigh out the crystals and things like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? The yield product &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(the crystals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was really pretty! I was really enthralled just seeing them form in my conical flask when I let it cool inside the ice-bath&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; (beaker of ice + ice water) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;which meant, I’d lotsa yield product! In fact, it was 50%! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, before you laugh, it’s rather common for us to get only up to, say ~15% odd yield product? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it’s kinda sad, for one thing: &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THERE’S NO MORE CRYSTALLIZATION EXPERIMENTS!!! =(&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rather, we’re gonna do a tougher one, that is the candidate-slayer Skill A. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Shoots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That is, we needa think of how to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;PLAN OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the experiment… Yes, what if it doesn’t work out? Ha… We’ll see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRYSTALS FORMATION!&lt;br /&gt;WHEE~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/18716152-114385980647378325?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114385980647378325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114385980647378325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114385980647378325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114385980647378325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/down-with-experiment.html' title='Down with the Experiment! =)'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114153143946703120</id><published>2006-03-26T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:54:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me! #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rightey, you guys really gotta help me out in this. You see, I’m no guru when it comes to make-up and stuff to make yourself look good physically. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In fact, I’m an ignoramus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I’m always having this problem, and that is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dry, cracked lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can imagine me having to moisten my lips occasionally lest my lips get so dry that it’ll crack. And that would mean I’ve to peel the ‘exfoliated’ layer… Painful at times, but usually it can peel off easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips, in my perception, is an important asset to me. In fact, I believe that it is one of the features that the other party would notice whenever you speak to him/her. Thus, I try to keep my lips as moist as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One convenient way: lick it! Well, not that I do it always, but I do use lip balm. Besides all these, is there any other way that you can make sure you can talk at peace?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey, before you make any comment, I must declare that I’m not trying to be vain… Just wanna make sure I have a certain level of ‘presentation’ to the other party in terms of respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With that, help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114153143946703120?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114153143946703120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114153143946703120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153143946703120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153143946703120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/help-me-1.html' title='Help Me! #1'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114153119256911277</id><published>2006-03-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:51:25.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Detective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was inspired somehow after reading Sherlock Holmes series during my times in high school. Really cool the way the author described the way he solved different cases with his good friend, Dr. Watson. =) That’s when I let my imagination run free and think of many things that I dare to venture on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective work… Sounds pretty awesome to me… I mean, I’ve this mind of mine that really wants to take up any challenge, as long I can get to exercise my brain a little… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;After all, if you don’t, when will you? In the late 50s when your brain cells are really deteriorating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know there’s this really wicked series called ‘Numb3rs’, where the people use Math as a way to solve cases? How cool is that? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bite that one…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In fact, the producers actually consulted professors and the ways they used were adopted in previous times! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Radical… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny it, but I really am a fanatic for such things… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anything similar to such stuff would be best for me… Is detective work my thing? Well, we’ll see in time to come, no worries… =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crime and mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Solving and deciphering&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;Check that out… =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114153119256911277?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114153119256911277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114153119256911277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153119256911277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153119256911277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-detective.html' title='Being a Detective'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114153100659691467</id><published>2006-03-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:10:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everyone’s complaining this over and over again… I’ve minute handwriting, so is my blog entry wordings, right? All right, for everyone’s sake, I shall then increase it to size font “small” instead of “tiny”, yes? Happy? I hope that after this, more of you would tag and read me blog! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;Small is Beautiful =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114153100659691467?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114153100659691467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114153100659691467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153100659691467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153100659691467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/small.html' title='Small?!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114152995716024248</id><published>2006-03-18T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:08:28.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where’s Lady Luck?! – Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s hurry on from where I stopped during the previous entry… Okay, now… Firstly, when I tried to put all my equipments and stuff, I got a relatively short stringer, thus the last to step up to the detail area. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Argh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the coach exchanged what we call a ‘quaver’ or something from a white to a black one. Seriously, I had a bad feeling about this, but I did it anyways, and indeed, I should’ve trusted my inner-most gut-feeling – that black thingy really brought me bad luck… Because I was in a hurry, I couldn’t get enough time to strap that thingy on my belt area. That’s not all, I thought the arrows were separated for taking, when they were actually in bundles?! What the…&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; I shan’t chant any profanities like what some of my friends do… Some could even do CHINESE POETRY with it, and cheers to you… =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, there’s more to those… During the trials, the coach kept correcting my position because I was slightly slanted. In fact, following his instructions made me go off-point! Why so am I standing a lil’ slanted? Abnormity? Well, Mr. You-Think-You-Are-Straight-Coach, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;APPARENTLY I’m NOT an ARCHER, and AM a RIFLE SHOOTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;which allows me to slant, and I’m so &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;USED TO IT… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you know that when I slant, it went off-course? Slanting makes me feel good, so let me be, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;PUR-LEASEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It’s not as though I’m in for some&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; COMPETITION,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; am I not right? Do you not know that habits are extra difficult to kill? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;GOOD GRIEF…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And you think he’d listen? No… You are so wrong… My other mates agree alongside with me, saying that he is more of a distracter rather than helping us… No patience, too! Gee… Now I really &lt;u&gt;appreciate&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; shooting club coach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach even suggested that the last few would need to treat drinks to the people around. HA! Yeah, thank you so much… It was obvious that he was practically insulting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DIRECTLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to us “Lefties”… Like we wanna be “The Left-Eye Dominant Fivesomes”… All of us were right-handers and being not used to the sudden swap of hand to supplement any energy was definitely difficult to a large extent. The results? As expected, not very optimistic! Ha! And I’m proud to have 2 ‘M’s! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ha, only LEFTIES will understand this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my trip home was a safe one… Ha! Predestined not to deceased that early just yet… Just tormenting me with troubles and upsetting results. And so, I lived my life happily ever after… Yeah, you wish! =P It started all over again at night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Not done yet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114152995716024248?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114152995716024248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114152995716024248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114152995716024248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114152995716024248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/wheres-lady-luck-part-2.html' title='Where’s Lady Luck?! – Part 2'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114226801471737081</id><published>2006-03-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:41:26.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do your eyes reveal about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Trust me, I really had no idea how they got these accurate results about me... Pooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1139014422mysteryeyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Mysterious&lt;/b&gt;. You wish to hide who you are from all those around you. You find it very hard to trust people. You also may enjoy the fun that comes from playing mind games with others around you. My advice Get out there and reveal the true you if only to one person! 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I'd been rushing over from places to places, and it seems to me it'll be endless... Not trying to flaunt that I'm a busy person &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(everyone thinks I'm way too busy a person)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but let me just sum up what I did since last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On the 11th-12th, I went for this camp with the agenda of building up team-spirit and the creation of friendship amongst the different participants of a particular conference, which I thought would be really useful for my studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently, it wasn't much, just more emphasis on the service sector and how we, as youths, could help to improvise the standard in our country.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like, sounds so chimo-logical, yeah? Okay, I was conned by my tutor to go for this, but at least I got to meet really interesting people from many different schools! A really smashing experience... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps it was worth sacrificing my place in the Economics Seminar on Monday for my classmate... Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then, just yesterday, I'd GP examination. Thankfully, I didn't waste my sleep to study anything for the essays!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean, I got home all tired and stuff on Sunday, and you're asking me to take this test the next day? You're so kidding me, y'all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; But of course, I can't be bothered to pester my tutor to delay my test and stuff, so I just went ahead with it, and boy, am I glad... Had I not done that, I would very much reckon that I'll take a retest on the following Monday, which would make things difficult for all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the type who enjoys bringing trouble to people around me, you know? ;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At least my sudden presence was felt by my classmates, haha... Usually, I'm just like any other ordinary breeze that blows into the class during the start and straight away after class. Ah wells... Coincidentally, "Bro" was in front! Not to forget his chatty friend, ha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I just enjoy talking to 'em...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways, everything went a-okay for me - I did the essay that questioned whether the book has any future . Interesting, huh? Many did those that were popular amongst many students and usually points could be plucked out from notes that we've been issued with during lessons. I like to venture and take up new things, but scoring is yet another thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Which could've explained my results? I dunno... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then, the best part - eating at McDonalds! Whoo hoo! That's usually my favorite place where poeple I hang around with would swarm around excessively with gossips to keep oneself entertained. I happened to be in this very position, and never did I resent it! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mean, when it's time to play and enjoy, you do that, don't you? Furthermore, we've just completed a paper... Ha! Yeah, &lt;u&gt;EXCUSES!&lt;/u&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today? I'm gonna go for an attachment later at noon with the Tourism Board in town. I could still recall myself praying so hard to get into this attachment on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You see, I'm in the Healthcare sector team, and thing is, I've kinda lost interest in this aspect along the way of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Guess I'm really gonna enjoy myself, especially when I get to see my new friends yet again! Can't wait to hear these people cracking up the lamest jokes on Earth that anyone could've heard of. It's gonna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;GREAT&lt;/u&gt;! Not to mention... &lt;u&gt;SHOPPING!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114226753682938147?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114226753682938147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114226753682938147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114226753682938147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114226753682938147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-blast.html' title='It&apos;s a Blast!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966627280154164</id><published>2006-03-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:46:42.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna talk about my friend’s experience &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(possibly what most of us would’ve gone through as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; during our daily life. You see, some of us need transportation to reach our destination, and it so happened that the most convenient and frequent use of public transport for commuters would be: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;buses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let’s have a poll here: how long was the longest wait you ever had for taking a bus ride? According to my calculations &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(wow, so PROfessional…),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it seems that quite a number would say 5-10 minutes or so. Guess what my friend messaged to me one day, at 1100h+? “I’ve been waiting ever since 1015h!”&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Could you believe that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s not alone… I could still recall the time when I’d to take a bus to my elementary school, which isn’t that far away… However, if I didn’t go to that particular bus-stop on time, I would jolly well black-listed myself in the prefects’ book for being late! No matter how early I go, even 1 hour earlier, I could still have a tendency to be late!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; But of course, I always escape from such late issues… =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, you ask, ”Why so”? Well, the bus would take donkey years to come! And when they do, they refuse to let us in! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jeepers creepers…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we don’t needa use many infrastructure to accommodate our entire country. It’s just that, perhaps, if we could just have more regular buses coming in every 10 minutes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(at most),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; especially those that are quite popular among commuters, it’ll benefit all of us. Like what they say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“Time is money”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not that I’m trying to make money, but rather, time is &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reputation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me! I definitely wouldn’t want to be marked as a late person, am I not right? But what can we common civilians do, but wait on? And so, we wait… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;What’s the use?&lt;br /&gt;Of having a bus that crawls&lt;br /&gt;When the time runs faster…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113966627280154164?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966627280154164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966627280154164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966627280154164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966627280154164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-waiting-on.html' title='Still Waiting On'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966605391943341</id><published>2006-03-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:44:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of girl are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;' Sounds just like me! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Rocker Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/rocker-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's.&lt;br /&gt;Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113966605391943341?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966605391943341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966605391943341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966605391943341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966605391943341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-kind-of-girl-are-you.html' title='What kind of girl are you?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114182796507072058</id><published>2006-03-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:26:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Y’all Wonderful Peeps!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe my luck… I’ve been meeting so many different people this week, many due to just pure coincidence. I wonder, if these were all planned for me…&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hmmm… Is it? Ah well…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example on the 6th. I was cruising through the eBay website for a particular item. Thanks to luck, I got what I wanted! But you know, sometimes these people can get so paranoid about all sorts of things that they just don’t wanna go for meet-ups so you gotta like pay through the accounts and stuff… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Very tedious, it is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ha, but not for seller! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to reach Admiralty station at 6pm yesterday for the purchase. Don’t know what went into me, but I just can’t help thinking that the other party is a student. So, imagine the shock I got when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Carrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was actually a working adult! Yeah, no kidding, and I was like, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~whoa~. Oh, and I told Sam about it and said Carrin must’ve thought, “Hey, what is this lil’ girl doing here”. You see, I’m kinda vertically challenged… Yeah, sad…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gave me this really kewl offer: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I’m also an ardent fan 3 years ago, so I don’t mind sharing other stuff that I have if you wanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I went, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“Wow, this woman is radical”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I mean, who would even bother lending you stuff when you don’t even know the other person well enough, yes? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You go woman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, on the 7th, too… I was the only person from my class to attend the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; module. Of all things, I actually penned down &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(unknowingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as my 2nd choice… &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stoopid… Should’ve taken crime, then I’ll get to see gore and blood in CSI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But today was special, the class alone was nearly empty, I reckon there were only but 5 students, out of, say, 25? Can’t blame the rest for not coming, I mean, there’s a both Biology and Chemistry tests on the 8th… Imagine the stress people in that combination got… &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pooh…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the teacher of another class&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; (also down with the lethargic module)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wasn’t available due to orientation camp, they joined us as well. It’s the first time I’m attending &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;“Auntie’s”("Ms SIN" should know who this person is!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lessons, so, I really can’t picture out how grave this tutor could get. Well, I finally understood explicitly why after the whole episode…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right about choosing the very last row of the class, and am very proud of it, too! With that, I managed to know this really funky girl, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grace.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey girl, if you’re reading this, I’m really telling the truth about knowing lotsa angelic Graces when I’m alive!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; At first, we were really total strangers, but then, she swapped seats with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened? The two of us started chattering away! I mean, we had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;SO MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things in common; the likes and dislikes, that we really like Lee Ryan &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(yes, he’s SIZZLING HOT…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the lists just go on and on and on… For once, I really enjoyed this module. I guess I’m the type who loves to talk to people who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to open up as well. No doubt, you guys must’ve seen some who are plain oddballs, who’ll just talk through stares… Life’s spicing up for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to meet more of such kewl people!&lt;br /&gt;So, keep ‘em coming, y’all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114182796507072058?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114182796507072058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114182796507072058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114182796507072058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114182796507072058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-yall-wonderful-peeps.html' title='All Y’all Wonderful Peeps!!!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966593093643361</id><published>2006-03-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:31:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain? No Gain? ~Ha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how I got some cuts when I didn’t know it… Sometimes, somebody else would tell me that I’ve got this wound here, and that cut over there… Like just recently, when I was watching TV, somehow my mind told me to look at my arm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, I saw this long superficial cut that slit across the center of my arm… Hey, how did that happen? If I’d not mistaken, the cut was pretty fresh, since I could see part of my skin coming off… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay, it sounds eeky, yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And the cut itself wasn’t replaced with palettes, or what you call those…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd, isn’t it? I mean, I should feel some pain, definitely, judging from the cut… But strangely, I couldn’t even feel a hint of pain! Worst, I couldn’t recall when I got it… After all, I was watching the TV all day, it can’t be some files that caused the friction tear… Ah well, maybe I was too engrossed so I didn’t realize it…&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; But, what if it wasn’t…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;How can a small cut&lt;br /&gt;On my finger&lt;br /&gt;Be so much painful&lt;br /&gt;Than the cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On my arm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113966593093643361?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966593093643361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966593093643361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966593093643361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966593093643361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-pain-no-gain-ha.html' title='No Pain? No Gain? ~Ha...'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114153063544028146</id><published>2006-03-05T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:50:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, “Miss SIN”… or Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I presume that most of us heard about “Miss SIN” leaving us in our college, yes? I’m sure that has, to all my comrades… It’s really upsetting to see someone go off just like that when you just got to know each other, say, 1 year odd already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, “Miss SIN” became almost a half-sister to me. It sounds weird, indeed, but we’re just in such good terms that we know we won’t mistaken/misunderstood/misinterpret what each of us is thinking! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you’ve been following up, you’d have seen many times when I posted entries on our telepathy and stuff like that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It’s just like that! We really get along &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well! =D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I’m so damn proud about it, I tell y’all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone is jealous about our closeness that (s)he reported it to heaven, and now, we’ve to ‘split’ our strong sisterhood bondage. Not that we’d sever ties, but rather, we wouldn’t be getting so much meet-ups in school, and ‘gossip’ about things like what sisters would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t get to hear the lamest/stooopidest/funniest jokes ever from “Miss SIN” that often to cheer me up on a moody day. I wouldn’t be able to share some deep dark secrets that only sisters can share amongst themselves! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Imagine the pain to well it all up… To get most of the things yet to let go everything all of a sudden…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed, a sad story of my sisterhood with “Miss SIN”. It tells me that I should really cherish every moment that I have with anyone else that I know, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lest things that surprisingly happen just overwhelmed the whole situation…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And so, I beseech to y’all out there, treasure every seconds you have with your friends, and loved ones. Appreciate them! Do not regret it when you haven’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To “Miss SIN”:&lt;br /&gt;Though I only got to know you last year&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been the best sister I’ve ever had ever since schooling!&lt;br /&gt;Please do not say ‘goodbye’ to me,&lt;br /&gt;For the sisterhood that I’m still holding&lt;br /&gt;Would never be forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;As long as you know what you’re doing,&lt;br /&gt;Not a tear shall I shed,&lt;br /&gt;But a grin I shall beam with!&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all,&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST, SIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; ~well done! you managed to get into your 'Hubby's place! Junior won't be alone no more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114153063544028146?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114153063544028146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114153063544028146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153063544028146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114153063544028146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodbye-miss-sin-or-not.html' title='Goodbye, “Miss SIN”… or Not!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114152970857378299</id><published>2006-03-05T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:28:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey people… Sorry for not updating,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; not really my fault…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, you see, if I’m to go online, I needa check whether my modem is ‘read’ by the computer. Sometimes, even though it is there, the computer just can’t detect it, and so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this week was mediocre, at times there can be things that I didn’t really expected of. Take Wednesday for example. My partner and I were supposed to pair up and do a Chemistry experiment – retrieving crystals from ester solution. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy, you should’ve smell that pungent ‘aroma’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Remember learning that “Esters are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SWEET-SMELLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”? Apparently, this isn’t the case…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were to go to the lecture theatre to see how the ambience was like when we get our ‘A’ levels results. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gee… It was kinda terrifying, or rather intimidating…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like, our turns gonna be next… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ooooo… Let's all gambate, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, our college would only release the results of our ‘AO’ level mother tongue language at 1500h. Guess what? I checked with other colleges, and they are getting it far more earlier… Imagine how nervy we got… Thankfully, I managed to pass, a C5 that is. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Actually, I was expecting a C6, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, what can I do but say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Praise the Lord…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recently &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(even now),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; don’t know why but I’m still suffering from that stoopid muscle injury… This time, it’s far worst, as in, when I walk a certain distance, like from the concourse area to the lecture theatres, I can stop thinking of running – the pain is just overbearing. Had a Community Preparation Course by the Civil Defense Force, and pooh! My team had to walk a lot from station to station!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; I guess I was good at concealing any hint of pain on my expression…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; “Bro” even suggested getting a chair to carry me home… &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough talk now… Me gonna get the party started for Pop… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh yeah, it’s your birthday… We’re gonna party like it’s your birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aim:&lt;br /&gt;To get a PMC for training =P&lt;br /&gt;~ Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114152970857378299?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114152970857378299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114152970857378299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114152970857378299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114152970857378299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-week.html' title='What a Week…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966574925777822</id><published>2006-03-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:29:32.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Holy cow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Why must this always happen to me?! Guess what? I’m so addicted to these two languages now; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mainly Korean and Japanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; All right, nothing to fuss about, but, can anyone gimme some solutions to tide over the eagerness in learning the language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought of going to some bookshops to get those books that goes, “Learn A Language In 90 Days” or something, like what my friend told me the other time. She told me she took at least 9 months since the day she bought that book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and it seems that, it’s not working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I checked out the Internet, and found out that it would be better that you get someone to speak to you in that particular language that you intend to learn and regurgitate it back like what you hear it. Seriously, I think that would work on me, because that’s how I get to learn some phrases when I watched Japanese Animes and Korean dramas… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Puzzling…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Problem is, where do I get such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, my friend in polytechnic has been urging me to attend language lessons with him somewhere. Just when I thought “That’s a great idea!”, it dawned on me that the price of the lessons per month was enough for me buy more variety of the language guidebooks! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ha… What a joke…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I’ve to resort to the mass now: what do you think? What should I do to end this thirst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mind you, I intend to learn&lt;br /&gt;Spanish,&lt;br /&gt;French,&lt;br /&gt;Russian,&lt;br /&gt;And the list just goes on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113966574925777822?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966574925777822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966574925777822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966574925777822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966574925777822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/addicted-1.html' title='Addicted #1'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966646238144529</id><published>2006-03-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:27:28.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What type of chocolate are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#a67c51;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Dark Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c69c6d"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/dark-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with intensity, always going full force.&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113966646238144529?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966646238144529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966646238144529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966646238144529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966646238144529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-type-of-chocolate-are-you.html' title='What type of chocolate are you?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966558977442279</id><published>2006-02-27T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:24:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where’s Lady Luck?! – Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine sunny day, you get out of house thinking that it is going to be a great afternoon for something that you’ve planned out nicely. However, somehow, the weather forecast must have been at the speed of light, when all of a sudden, the sky turns overcast and you need to stay at home. Just when you think that wasn’t bad enough, you get calls from the library to tell you that you’ve a fine of over 20 bucks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP! Okay, you get the idea, yes? Somewhat, you would have experienced something similar with a different scenario like the above analogy, which spoilt your day. Ha, that’s not what I imagined… Well, at least it can’t be far worst off then that, can it? =P&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; sniggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; own real-life experience. I remember this fine Saturday when I was up to set off for my archery course in a country club. Initially, I got a message from my rifle-mate who informed me that there would be difficulty to arrive in club-tee. Well, that wasn’t so bad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, on the bus, I got yet another message from the same mate: “I might be late”. Well, I thought that it was at least a ‘future tense’, so, there’s still hope that no trouble would brew. At least any scolding (if ever) would be targeted to the Captain of the Shooting Club! =X &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Uh-oh… Hope I can still live on if any of my mates read this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, my Captain must have heard me thoughts, for the next incoming message was directly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SHOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at me: “I hurt myself, won’t be coming for the course later”… Oh, great… More trouble brewing… But maybe all of teammates can make it on time? I don’t know… That’s when I’ve a call from my club-mate… And you guessed it: they’re gonna be late… In fact, they’d be really late, judging from the distance to travel, and it’s already 15 minutes to our course! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sigh… Did I not make myself clear in the messages conveyed to the people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, nearly all of the club people were already there except few exceptions, so, hurrying them upstairs to the range, I tried to wait for those who were gonna be late, BUT, the coach was already in the house, outta run…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the course can help eliminated my dampened mood, but, it wasn’t the case today, SURPRISINGLY… In fact, it was a true disaster that I could ever dreamt of! You wish that was all? Ha, more unfortunate events are coming my way… But I’ll continue another day… Really tired now… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To be continued…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&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/18716152-113966558977442279?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966558977442279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966558977442279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966558977442279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966558977442279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheres-lady-luck-part-1.html' title='Where’s Lady Luck?! – Part 1'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966660041447411</id><published>2006-02-23T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:05:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now this is what I'm talking about!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Summer Ride is a Mustang Convertible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/mustang-convertible.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're out to experience the very best of summer.&lt;br /&gt;From the best beaches to the best tan, you want it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/"&gt;What's Your Summer Ride?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113966660041447411?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966660041447411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966660041447411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966660041447411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966660041447411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-this-is-what-im-talking-about-your.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113957518301349983</id><published>2006-02-23T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:01:39.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorcar or Motorbike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take both! Yup! You must be thinking, “Are you crazy? No one goes for motorbikes no more!” Well, yeah… I guess I wanna have some thrill first before I switch to motorcars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t start thinking about this till my friend asked me to join him for the application of a license. That made me think: should I get a dirt bike, or is a car better… And so, I came out with a conclusion – since I ain’t that filthy, stinking rich, I’m gonna get my bike license first. After all, bikes are pretty easy to handle if you know how to ride it.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; I guess I can deal with that since I’m quite good with 2-wheels… =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, till I accumulate enough, think I’ll just splurge on cars! Yes… That’s my current plan. Y’all out there, any suggestions to gimme? Feel free to flood me tagboard, yeah? Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Puzzling, thinking of the future&lt;br /&gt;when the situation’s not even there yet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113957518301349983?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113957518301349983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113957518301349983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113957518301349983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113957518301349983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/motorcar-or-motorbike.html' title='Motorcar or Motorbike?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114069285691246320</id><published>2006-02-23T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:07:36.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatized…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobs big time! I can’t believe my luck this week… Firstly, I got news that our team are going for shooting competition this coming Saturday, when I only knew it last Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, to add on the shock, I actually injured myself on this Tuesday during PC (physical conditioning) and strained my thigh muscle. Thing is, I’ve had this minor strain already since ever, and as this strain accumulates… There you have it, finally a bad strain.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Damn it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Serve me right for pushing myself further when I can’t take it… =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, what now? The shooting competition is just this coming Saturday, and I still have a hint of pain on my right thigh. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thanks everyone, especially some of my classmates, Bro and Sis, and my schoolmates for showering such great concern… You guys rawks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kinda nervy about the whole situation already, and this has to come… Well, guess I’ll just have to take one step at a time… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just like how I’m limping, yeah? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;And more&lt;br /&gt;Pain…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114069285691246320?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114069285691246320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114069285691246320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114069285691246320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114069285691246320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/traumatized.html' title='Traumatized…'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966540246216155</id><published>2006-02-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:58:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really puzzles me now, is that I keep getting myself ill all year round! Not once have I ever escaped from any types of viruses, it seems…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, for example, the first half of the year, I think I was down with really bad fever, sore throat, flu, and the list goes on… You think the 2nd half is better? Not right… I even had this stupid swollen of the eyes in school after my high fever, et cetera, et cetera… Pooh! What a year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I got this pathetic headache that always occur every time I did a sport. Like, when I go swimming, all went well till the next day, the bad ache – and that’s not my muscles aching… Then, when I go for shooting practices, the next moment when I reach home, that familiar pain comes back to haunt me… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Man! What is WRONG with me?! Am I not fit to do sports?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I’m freaking fuming mad and frustrated with myself… Ah well! I just shrugged the whole thing, since my mom reckons it’s because I don’t eat enough. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mean, you can’t force yourself to eat when you don’t want to, right? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; For those who really know me, they can tell my bad eating habits… Haha… And I would always have to appease them by eating at least something… =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hope I can get away alive somehow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, y’all out there, any tips to help me get away from such unnecessary burdens? =D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sigh, I do feel like a sick chicken now… Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eating is wealth&lt;br /&gt;But always remember&lt;br /&gt;To note of your health…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113966540246216155?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966540246216155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966540246216155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966540246216155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966540246216155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/down-and-under.html' title='Down and Under'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113957489966434768</id><published>2006-02-18T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:46:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be The Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet another exciting documentary in National Geographic Channel (NGC) that I got to watch during the hols! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Do pardon me from drilling you with such stuff… *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I have to comment on the refreshing bits of it through my blog, I just have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this documentary, we get to see Chris and Martin &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(not to mistaken for Chris Martin in Coldplay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who goes around the world to find many different species, creatures, animals all in the name of exploration. That’s the essence that I like them, because they capture how lions get together to hunt down their prey. Yes, it is indeed gruesome and sometimes cruel to see how the ecosystem works, but that’s the way the animal kingdom works, like what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re really great partners, and they always try to get close to animals and try to see how they socialize and live in the wild. But of course, that’s for the case if these animals aren’t man-eaters! They do feature primates, and even tried to “be the creature”! Fantastic, really…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If you were given -&lt;br /&gt;A choice&lt;br /&gt;What creature,&lt;br /&gt;Would you be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113957489966434768?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113957489966434768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113957489966434768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113957489966434768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113957489966434768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/be-creature.html' title='Be The Creature'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-114008625110141637</id><published>2006-02-16T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:37:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goddess are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Artemis!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/artemis.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave, and a natural born leader.&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to fight for what you believe in...&lt;br /&gt;And willing to make tough decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-114008625110141637?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/114008625110141637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=114008625110141637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114008625110141637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/114008625110141637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-goddess-are-you.html' title='What Goddess are you?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113957472849591374</id><published>2006-02-15T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:35:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed with “Accident-less”?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, it seems… It happens to me always, really! Let me explain, yes? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since little, I’ve always loved to venture and get into troubles. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yup, and I mean hot soup… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Don’t know why, but I just can’t resist the temptation of going near the waters whenever there’s a pool. So, without my parents’ acknowledgement, I would &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(be so stupid to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dip myself into the deeper end and try to “be funny” by making myself “invisible” to my folks. True enough, I nearly got myself drowned during the process. Mom happened to walked towards me and pulled my outstretched hand back then. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That was age 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 7, I visited my relatives. My cousins brought me to a swimming pool and I guessed I wasn’t traumatize by the whole event,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; it seems…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Once again, without knowing how to even make myself stay afloat on water, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(unfortunately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; plunged down into the deeper end&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; (since I followed my cousin to take the slide down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and great, I sunk to the bottom, and tried to swim upwards. Lucky for me, my &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(bro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cousin came to help surface me. Guess what? Instead of howling, I actually thought it was “exciting”! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Creep, what got into me, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that’s the end? No way! During the first year in high school, everyone had to go for swimming lessons. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Did I mention that I lost my skills ever since I learnt it at age 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, the instructor brought us to the deeper end of the pool to teach us how to “save yourself” when you plunged the wrong side. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Seems useful to me, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But, I was like a hyperactive kid, and went down without that nosy instructors permission. Yes, I nearly drowned since I didn’t give myself enough force to push myself to surface. It was my friend who helped pool me up. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Doubt I’ll get to type this entry had it not been for her…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as a kid in elementary school, running across the roads ain’t something nobody hasn’t seen; I was one of these kids. Blimey, I nearly got run down by a speeding motorcyclist, I tell ya! Had it not been someone who stopped me from meeting that doom… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pooh! Don’t wanna think about it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when I was in high school, we’d an excursion to see some Preserved Bodies at the Expo. I remembered standing in the bus instead of putting my butt down, and the bus was driving full speed at the highways. Just when I thought everything was okay, the bus braked and I was sent back full blast. Thank goodness, my teacher and friends reacted fast enough to catch me before I really get myself splat on the screen! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Creeps…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was handling knives and stuff in the kitchen. Mom bought this really cool set that comes with all sorts of knives &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(long and short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and a scissors. So, I was supposedly to get myself the kitchen scissors. Instead of handling things properly, the knife set dropped onto my foot! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, nothing major happened… I was quite astounded when I saw my foot flawless from any cuts… Somehow, all the knives didn’t impending pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? I must thank God that I’m still alive right now… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gee… Crazy things that I do when I was little…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Life is precious.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste it away&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113957472849591374?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113957472849591374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113957472849591374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113957472849591374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113957472849591374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/blessed-with-accident-less.html' title='Blessed with “Accident-less”?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113989648131744672</id><published>2006-02-14T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:59:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolatey Valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunny day… Reached home early due to my bad headache… Well, can’t be blamed since we had a torturous physical training… =P &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No worries, I’m still alive and can hold on a lil’ while…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let me sum up for the day, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;then I can go hit the bed sheets…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really lucky. I managed to rush through all the gifts for my friends and even had time for a short note within, say, five minutes? Ha… &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apologize if you people expected more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And guess what? Before leaving my home, I managed to catch Rain’s MTV: sad tango. Whoa, it was like a total blow to me! I mean, I’ve been trying to watch it almost everyday, but I always missed it… =(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; But not for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, reached school and found most of the people already gathering at the tables to exchange our gifts. All except one… Our dearest “Handsome”! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To think he was the one who suggested that we come early…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In the end, everyone met at the parade ground. Now, this is the crucial part: the exchange! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miss SIN” got new shades &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(guess what? {s}he needed a new one! See what I mean by telepathy and sisters’ love?),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; “Deer” got herself a bangle watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(looks really elegant, but she whined by the time she sees the miniature size of it, well, as expected…),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; “Hermione” got a cute pair of &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(doll)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kittens in a basket, and “Handsome” had a wind chime &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(I had a hard time deciding what to give him!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in class, my “Bro” gave me a handmade rose &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(so sweet!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and a pack of M&amp;amp;M choco. Another group gave me handmade stars, candle, and a lovely container &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(touched!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; One of my classmates gave me Ferrero Rocher &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(yummy!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Know what? I think the guys aren’t at all gentlemen, except of course, my dear “Bro”! Hee… Fancy them getting things from girls INSTEAD… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ah well! The world has changed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny, when I walked alongside with one of my tutor, I told him about this custom that we students would usually have, and he answered, “I think this is a stupid custom”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ha! I see, different people have different views, eh? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, wonder what I should do when my parents come back from home… =P Maybe a peck for pop, and a goodie-goodie me for the day… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~wink~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay, headache getting the better of me… ZzZzZzzzzz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spread all the love!&lt;br /&gt;To your friends&lt;br /&gt;And your loved ones…&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, me momsy and pop! =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113989648131744672?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113989648131744672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113989648131744672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113989648131744672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113989648131744672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/chocolatey-valentine.html' title='Chocolatey Valentine!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113966500368888591</id><published>2006-02-11T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:36:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s your Funky Inner Hair color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild, brilliant, and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;You're a risk taker with an eye to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113966500368888591?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113966500368888591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113966500368888591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966500368888591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113966500368888591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-your-funky-inner-hair-color.html' title='What’s your Funky Inner Hair color?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113956738974186291</id><published>2006-02-10T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:29:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelling Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, in the past, you’d see people having really “bombastic” Afro hairdo, even dad had that when he was a young man… How puzzling now to see so many ruffled up hairstyle among the guys. Do not mistaken me as a person who observes guys… No, it’s just that I like to hang around with them. To me, I think I can find many fascinating discoveries where ladies would never display. Not surprisingly, I, too, get to chill out with them as easy as ABC. =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So cocky, ain’t I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the issue… I’m still trying to figure out what is the phenomenon that sparked such a common hairdo. I mean, is it really David Beckham? Or is there something more… From pageboy hairstyle, most of my guyfriends changed their entire appearance of their hair to a gelled up do-it-on-purpose messy wet look. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hmmm, I can’t deny that it looks good on some… =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the way some of them applied gel on their hair is truly astonishing: they brought a handy gel bottle, and within minutes, the colored bottle turns clear! And girls, if you want to see how guys can react when they’re fuming mad, just try touching their hair… That’s another thing that I cannot understand… Some explained to me that it’ll be difficult for them to touch-up once it’s touched… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hmmm… But lucky me, my ‘troop’ don’t mind me touching… Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is gel good? You can jolly well say no… Friends have warned that it’d cause more damage to the hair than good… I can’t help to agree more. However, to risk having a higher chance of getting bald, our dudes would rather sacrifice that bit just to impress others. Remarkable, isn’t it? Maybe I should study more… They’re really great lots to get along with… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;At least it does for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tip to prevent too much hair damage:&lt;br /&gt;Always apply gel&lt;br /&gt;On the hair&lt;br /&gt;ITSELF,&lt;br /&gt;Not the root onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113956738974186291?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113956738974186291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113956738974186291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113956738974186291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113956738974186291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/gelling-up.html' title='Gelling Up!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113956711011781420</id><published>2006-02-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:25:13.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misconception #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy, I’m eating this chocolate icicle now… Ha, not trying to show off or anything, but I can eat up to 4 sticks everyday, if I want to… =P You must be saying “Go easy on them!” right now, right in front of your monitor… Oh, and during high school, my friends are always bringing us sweets to share amongst us… Gee… Can you imagine? Now, I kinda fear sweets… I only eat certain types though, but of course, once in a blue moon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought it’d be good sharing with you people this… This is quoted from a newspaper that I came across not too long ago. It’s the truth! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mean, it’s not like me to fabricate a tall tale to trick you, right? So, chew this for the time being! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You will get diabetes if you eat too much sweet food: Wrong. You will not get diabetes by eating sweet stuff. But if you eat such rich foods regularly, you will get fat. And obesity can bring about diabetes and a whole host of other medical conditions. So, moderation is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Certain sweet fruits cannot be eaten if you diabetes. Wrong again. All fruit, with moderate serving portions are good for consumption.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Are you guys enlightened after reading this? But of course, I’m not asking you to abstain yourself from all this sweet stuff, just remember what the experts say, yeah? =) Good day to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;“With simple measures&lt;br /&gt;Such as eating healthily,&lt;br /&gt;Exercising regulary…&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t need to fear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113956711011781420?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113956711011781420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113956711011781420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113956711011781420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113956711011781420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/misconception-1.html' title='Misconception #1'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113890028663137157</id><published>2006-02-03T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:11:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origination #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listen to this: Where do you get mutton from, and where does lamb come from? Ever pondered on these questions? I didn’t… Sounds similar, doesn’t it? Not that somehow I got these, but I overheard a DJ expressing his doubts… And so, I thought it’d be a great deal to talk on… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here’s the plan. Where does it come from? Up till now, I’m still puzzled… Is it, mutton from sheep? And lamb from goat? Holy cow, I can’t even think straight! Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mutton and lamb&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so similar&lt;br /&gt;But yet so different…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113890028663137157?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113890028663137157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113890028663137157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113890028663137157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113890028663137157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/origination-1.html' title='Origination #1'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113890021536564015</id><published>2006-02-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:10:15.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of boots are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bold Red Boots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbootsareyouquiz/bold-red-boots.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to put your most outrageous foot forward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbootsareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Boots Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113890021536564015?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113890021536564015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113890021536564015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113890021536564015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113890021536564015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-kind-of-boots-are-you.html' title='What kind of boots are you?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113868317232096191</id><published>2006-01-31T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:52:52.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadistic, me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you people a lil’ secret of mine: I think I’m kinda sadistic. Not sure if you’ll agree but, I’ll tell you why I think so… =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Please, to all my dearest friends who’d read this entry, don’t change any perception of me! Hee… =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let’s talk about things that I do – I play computer games. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hold that long sigh of yours… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It may be normal for anyone to do this but listen to what I play, especially the genre… All right, I play gore and violence games. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shocked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It’s true! In fact, I enjoy every part of it, from the bloodiness to the gory scenes… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oooo… Gee, people might think I’m some terrorist under training, talking things like this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I deal with? I like Resident Evil 3: Nemesis, where you get to blast the heads of really severely mutated zombies, or even creating a big explosion in the kitchen of the restaurant by igniting the gas just to knock out that crazy Nemesis. Now this Nemesis guy is one tough nut… He keeps coming after my character, a member of S.T.A.R.S. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(as a police officer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and practically uses his purple tentacles to whip me &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hey! Watch it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or just to toss me aside with his rocket launcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really like the female character, Jill Valentine, too! Very cool a lady, she fights things to the end. Just love the vibration you get from the controller when she gives the creepy creatures their well-deserved shots of gunpowder. Guess that caused me to take a fancy of guns. I’m so obsessed about weapons, too, especially after handling grenade launchers and shotguns… Whoo-hoo! =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh, and I finished the game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there’s this game called, “Max Payne Advance” where this poor chap was framed for some crime/massacre that he didn’t commit, at all!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; I mean, he’s after all an officer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; To help him, I needa find the real culprit, which is definitely not easy as the level ascends in difficulty. What fascinates me are the guns, like M9, Sawed Off &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(something like a shotgun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and Eagle &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(a type of handgun which is really swift).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You could even help Max by slowing down the shoot-out when he deals with baddies! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sadly, the graphics ain’t good enough… Sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed that’s why I’m in the Shooting Club, huh? An air-rifle shooter, but still prefer handling with real guns&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; (like the pistol when I was in NPCC).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Guess I like the feel of what a real gun should be! Ah well! I’m still trying to get a chance to play another mission-game (SCPT)! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Target locked:&lt;br /&gt;Tom Clancy’s&lt;br /&gt;Splinter Cell Pandora Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113868317232096191?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113868317232096191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113868317232096191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113868317232096191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113868317232096191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/sadistic-me.html' title='Sadistic, me?'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113809852863367248</id><published>2006-01-24T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:28:52.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawk On, “Mr. Fox”!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As usual, I’d like to dedicate some entries for some people that I know of. If you’ve yet to see yours, no worries! It’ll be coming up real soon… =D This time, it’d be for my friendly yet crazy teacher whom I call, “Mr. Fox”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Though I’m pretty sure he’d not read this, but it’s okay… =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Fox” is a brilliant man. He thought us Social Studies when we were in high school. The first time I met him, I knew immediately that he was my type of teacher that I’d enjoy having. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But of course, people like “Deer” would say otherwise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered very clearly the first few lessons when he quizzed us on the spot, and I was called once! Ha, I couldn’t really answer his question but he let me off… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Relief…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The thing is, for other students in my predicament, he wouldn’t give leeway! Ha!  &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky me…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there’s this once when our school sent some of the students for some ‘adventure camp’. I didn’t go. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Or rather, SIMPLY NOT INTERESTED…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Half of the class didn’t either. And it so happened that there’s “Mr. Fox”’s lesson as well. Great! &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve always looked forward to his lessons… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He wanted to teach but because of my whinny class, he canceled. And so, he began his crap talk &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(like always…),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he started analyzing what some of us looked like, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;occupation-ally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing to my friend, he said, “You looked like the one in the bank”, and everyone wowed. But of course, this cheeky guy was always up to some mischief… “I haven’t finish my sentence… The auntie inside the bank”, and everyone roared with laughter. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ha, you got it “Mr. Fox”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Then, he looked at me, and said, “You know, she has this look of a lawyer, don’t you think?” Wow, cool… You must be saying, “Yeah, and the next moment he’ll say ‘The lawyer’s client’”, but no… He insisted that I looked like one… Ha! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hmmm, thank you… Blushes… =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I start to get to know him even more. You’d never imagine this, but we became really great friends! No kidding! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In fact, it was not easy to get near him since he always likes to criticize. And so, if you’re his ‘friend’, you’re one lucky kid…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In fact, I was like a friend-cum-student-cum-secretary to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? Whenever he comes to class, he’d go to the mid-column &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(where I’m seated) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and ask me where he’d stop his lessons, things like that. During lessons, I’d always be the confidence-cum-assurance boost for him; like, I’ll nod my head or laugh along as well during his ‘cold’ jokes. Sometimes, he’d cracked jokes that only we knew the meaning and we’d be laughing at it. Just picture how the class thought… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“She must be a loony…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ha! He was really nice too, always asking me whether I could follow his teaching, if I understood or not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, he asked all of us to copy down some details on the projection. It was a whole lot of words… And quite puzzlingly, he went over to the corner&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(I was arranged to sit at the very back of the classroom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and told me this, “I tell you la, you don’t have to copy one,” and smiled. I knew what he was hinting but I just carried on with the copying anyway, but slowly… In the end, he announced that I’d be doing the photocopying for the class… Ha! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yup, the class was all angry and frustrated… Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do we greet each other? Ours was unique; usually it’s word-less. Instead, we used our eyebrows. For example, no matter when we meet, we’ll do a raise-the-eyebrow thingy, in response as a greeting. Ha! Cool, ain’t it? =P You see, I’ll be in the foyer and he’d pass by every morning. So, sometimes when I was too engrossed in some books or talks, he’d greet me instead! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Whoops, should’ve looked around…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time he gives us homework to attempt, I’d always do my best. I mean, you can understand why, after being so close to a teacher whom you really enjoy having… Then, there’s this time when he actually showed another class my work! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My friend from that class informed me and she was awed and impressed. Aww, so shy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like what they always say, “All good things would come to an end one day”, and it happened, rather too quickly;  in the 2nd year when he was also our Social Studies teacher, he was picked to be transferred to elsewhere. Yes, imagine how sad I was. After he left the class with this news, I tried to hold back my tears. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Girls are made of water, and my tear-taps are always ready to empty… BUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my friends played with my weakness and I finally broke down. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was quite glad too, to see them consoling me after bullying me… Ha! But, everyone in class knew I cried… How embarrassing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class petitioned for his stay, but it didn’t work. Yes, indeed it was saddening… I never felt so upset ever since my other favorite teacher left in my elementary school… On the very day he was about to leave my school, he’d a lesson with us. That’s when some of my classmates opened their gaps and hinted that someone cried for him… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Doesn’t sound very right, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And immediately, he turned to look at me! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eek! Why me!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I just gave this nonchalant look… &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was difficult, too… I mean, how did he guess it was me?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Surprise! I didn’t cry when he left… He was replaced with yet another teacher, but our class knew he couldn’t replace “Mr. Fox”… Sigh, I really miss him… =( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I know the class, too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like his name I gave,&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Fox”&lt;br /&gt;Witty, naughty,&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so funky&lt;br /&gt;And a fun friend to have…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&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/18716152-113809852863367248?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113809852863367248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113809852863367248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113809852863367248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113809852863367248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/rawk-on-mr-fox.html' title='Rawk On, “Mr. Fox”!'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113715022600015640</id><published>2006-01-13T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:14:21.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how on earth I’m making these words flow out into this entry, but, I enjoyed myself in school! Lol… How cool is that? I had lotsa fun, really… Getting into troubles with my class, meeting with the ‘board of directors’ like what my “Sister” said… =P Only thing is that, it kept raining cats and dogs, except today… Strange. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Could it be the “Friday the 13th” syndrome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Could’ve ended class real early by 1130h, but we’d to attend a make-up lesson for Math. It was all right, given that I’m quite workable with sums and all that… =) What’s more, I’d to attend a Shooters’ meeting, at 1645h… Wow, what a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gap, yes? Never mind, at least I got to help Gradnite Comm. to touch up on certain logistics stuff. Oh, I was quite appalled over this: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our height can shrink during certain circumstances… Hmmm…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there’s this strange thing that happened: I was mistaken as an Arts student. Weird… That person said I had the Arts student look. Like, hey, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DISCRIMINATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I dunno, been commented many times on that all along, too. Wonder if it meant well or bad in their eyes. But of course, I always take it that it’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;GOOD…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How many people can be mistaken as funky Arts student, when I’m actually in Science faculty – commonly known as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“The No-Life Way of Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or vice versa? =P No comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting? Haha, got scolding from the teacher-in-charge for not attaining the standard that he would want to see from all of us. To me, I think I’d a moderate jump, given that I’d this really lousy score of around 70% &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(when we had our first test-practice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This time, I was only shivering during the front moments, and did quite &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(note that I didn’t say: VERY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well: 82%. Somehow, I’m still trying to find how I should shoot &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(the positioning, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to get better results. Ah well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday? Hols! Didn’t do much I guess… But read the news about the stampede… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Know what I’m talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Quite sad, isn’t it? I mean, it’d always happened to any occasions, be it on Haji, or CNY… Quite scary, I do reckon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was CCA Recruitment Day, but I didn’t attend – went for George Soros’ talk at Raffles Convention Centre. I was kinda lucky to get into it, even though I didn’t sign up for it. In fact, I even thought of ways to filter myself into the crowd… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ha, how much trouble can I be up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But I’m really thankful to my Chemistry Practical teacher who allowed my early leave. Very nice man, he is. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I talk about my Math lecturer? Well, I think he’s pretty funny. I could still remember him saying, “I’m old but young at heart” every time he finished some parts of the questions. Then, when he wasn’t really happy with some of the behavior, he exclaimed that he’d&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; ‘ell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at them. And when he thought something was shocking, he’d say we’d be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;‘stung’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Do you get what I meant for the words in blue, the joke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think he’s quite a nice fellow, just that he’s very fierce when it comes to behavioral matter. He even added that we shouldn’t laugh at his poor English. Know why? “You laugh at me 1 month later right, you’ll get tired, not funny already”. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back on Thursday, some of the shooters were practically ‘shooting’ at me that the response for our club was overwhelmingly &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Very nice… In fact, they managed to get people to be so attracted to test out whether they have this hidden talent to shoot at a really late time of 1800h! Well done, y’all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, some of them complaint to me on the negative stuff, like students insist that they have another round to shoot, since they couldn’t get anything on the target cards itself. I agree with my fellow comrade: “If you don’t see anything, it practically means that you don’t have that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;TALENT!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In fact, she was really pissed off with some of them, who kept complaining about being tired after queuing up for, 30 minutes? Like what the same comrade said, “We shooters didn’t had a chance to sit down much, and they got to sit for a while, and yet they’re whining more than we are! What is this man?!” Lol. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Looks like we’ve tested her patience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? You know it’s a ‘Black Friday’, yes?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; You don’t know? Never mind, now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Had a Chemistry test on Organic Compounds. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hope I did all right… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It’s not so difficult, but I tend to mix things up, like the reagents and conditions required. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yes, and we were tested on 4 topics, so, you can understand why I went ga-ga over the mix-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something happened: I felt a familiar sharp pain on my abdomen. Because I was so absorbed with the pain, I forgot about attending my lesson back then! But of course, I took that time to get a quiet rest. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Trust me, that was just the beginning…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; My classmates saw me at the concourse area, and lucky me, I got my “Brother” who helped me carry the stack of GP notes. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, bro! You’re the best! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And, then, another weird thing happened: someone, whom I didn’t know, was curious whether I was either a hybrid. Yup, I am. I mean, how on earth did she tell? I don’t reckon I wrote that on my forehead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP was next and I persevere to attend it. My classmates were really nice, asking if I was all right and stuff like that. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thanks for the concern, peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then, the distribution of the notes. You see, some of the people weren’t here today, so there’s bound to be leftovers. “Bro” asked what he should do with it. Well, shouldn’t have asked – I made him keep ‘em: told him “What a sweet brother I had”, and his response? Ha, “How can my sister bully me?” Too bad! =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lalala…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh, and I nearly got caught for listening to music: it was actually my “Bro” whom our tutor pointed out. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hee… I know of a smart way to prevent anyone from knowing I’m listening to my iPod =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking towards the classroom block when I heard someone called out “Arnie!” and I knew that familiar voice: my “Sister”. =) Been long since we met up, you know? Kinda miss talking with this bimbo “Sis” I have… Lol… The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; worst has yet to come… I was waiting outside the classroom, and boy, the pain is excruciating…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be stupid to not go home earlier… When lessons ended at 2pm, I was practically aching like craze, and rushed to the lavatory. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Think I should make my description more discreet and PG mode, or I might just scare the guts outta you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I had the urge of vomiting. When I left school, I realized I was close to a blackout, right in the middle of everyone at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how, but I managed to stay conscious even though my view was pretty cloudy with black patches. Thankfully there weren’t any multiple images… Dizzy, half-conscious, I was too ‘dead’ to even say anything – the only thing I could do? Knitting my brows and smiling weakly when I met familiar faces. I think I walked a lil’ odd too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, and the first thing was a head rush to the loo. The next moment, I saw orange puke in the toilet bowl. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I’m totally taken aback by how well I could survive the ordeal without fainting in the streets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I realized it was my lunch that I’ve taken earlier in order to take a medication my friend passed me with. Maybe my stomach couldn’t cater to the concoction, I think I saw the similar half-dissolved pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me at least 30 minutes to relieve myself from all this just now… At least after that, I felt slightly better, without the black patches now. However, the pain still holds. I could still feel that distinctive sting. Of course, I took the wondrous household medicine: Panadol. Got back to sleep then. The next moment I knew, the pain was partly gone! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quite upsetting, since I was supposed to meet up with my ex-schoolmates today for a dinner. Because I caught this painful bug, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and fever came along, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I couldn’t get to go out! Ugh! So sad! But at least they agreed that we’ll get together next Friday instead. =) Wonderful. Looking forward to that very day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A week&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble brews&lt;br /&gt;And friendship rules&lt;br /&gt;That’s my kind of lifestyle I’m in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113715022600015640?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113715022600015640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113715022600015640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113715022600015640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113715022600015640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113698224395551444</id><published>2006-01-11T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:32:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Part 3: 17th – 25th December 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd December 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/thailand_trip%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, after days of slacking at home today, we finally got to go out again! Haha, you won’t believe this, but I was practicing my cycling skills. Strange, I’m a fairly good cyclist… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I don’t say it for nothing… I took a mere 30 minutes to learn how to control, WITHOUT FALLING OFF…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =P Anyways, have you guys seen the pick-up that my uncle has? It’s this one… Really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;stuff… Teal in color, and another is beige-gold… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yes, wow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We’re going shopping today! Yup! So happy! Haha… And it’s not just that… Dad told me we’re getting souvenirs for you guys out there who has been pestering me for it… Anyways, we reached there at noon, and you wouldn’t believe it – it was freaking cold… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So cold that just a breeze would send you chattering your teeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; No wonder granny asked me to put on more clothes… =P&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/18716152-113698224395551444?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113698224395551444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113698224395551444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698224395551444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698224395551444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/flashback-part-3-17th-25th-december.html' title='Flashback Part 3: 17th – 25th December 2005'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113698255874103030</id><published>2006-01-11T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:29:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/thailand_trip%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so, we walked on, I saw this magnificent sight… You wouldn’t believe it but, yes… It is a horse sculpture being carved out from just a piece of huge stone slab! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Amazing, ain’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113698255874103030?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113698255874103030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113698255874103030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698255874103030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698255874103030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-so-we-walked-on-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113698431236792501</id><published>2006-01-11T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:08:36.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/thailand_trip%20032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After that, I saw many cute lil’ stuff like these in this picture… Clay-made mind you… If you can’t see what it is, they are actually 3-D of animals. Yup, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw many wonderful things along the way. Very cool, I reckon. And that’s not the end! We went back to The Mall to get my engines started on another issue… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yup! I was so excited, I must say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two lovely cousins kept urging me to get earholes so that they can get earrings for me, and I was like, “Okay, maybe not now… Too sudden, yes?” and they went, “No! Must pierce”. I managed to get away only after telling them that I’ll get it done when I go back to my own home… Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I got many things for both myself and my sis. Actually, we share whatever we bought, like clothes. You see, we’ve almost the same body frame, so, yeah! How cool is that? One clothing for two person… =P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now this is what I call, BRILLIANT…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guessed it, we didn’t stop just there… We went to a night-market as well, and gee, when we reached there, it was already late evening! And, gee… I saw many nice clothes and skirts! My sis and I were so fascinated that we just grabbed whatever we like and tried them on. If we think it looks good on both of us, we’ll take it. =D The thing is, it’s cheap! So, our parents didn’t mind us… Hee! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;See how crazy we can get when it comes to shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we’d to end the whole thing, and after all, granny didn’t like us going out too late. Momsy told me granny will scold… Whoops… I hadn’t shop enough, if you wanna know if we did… But, never mind… I’m sure we can make full use of it one day… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;23rd December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day when we go out to chill… Not really, but anyways, our family went to this temple. It’s a tradition for all of us to go there and like what the adults say, “Get a bit of blessing”.&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/18716152-113698431236792501?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113698431236792501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113698431236792501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698431236792501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698431236792501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/after-that-i-saw-many-cute-lil-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113698514215019701</id><published>2006-01-11T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:19:08.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/thailand_trip%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We got there pretty soon, and boy, the sceneries were much nicer than the other year. There are more flowers and spaces filled with pools of water with lotsa koi fish inside! How cool?! I managed to coax my parents to gimme some money to get some fish food to feed ‘em. Haha! =P&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/18716152-113698514215019701?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113698514215019701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113698514215019701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698514215019701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698514215019701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-got-there-pretty-soon-and-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113698539050227100</id><published>2006-01-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:20:38.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/thailand_trip%20062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This one is brilliantly taken – know why? Because I was the brains behind it! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In fact, during this trip, I was more of a photographer than any other years… Ha! But I’m proud of it, okay? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You see, we can’t possibly find anyone around to help us take a snapshot, so, what did I do? I placed it on a rock just opposite us after estimating the distance and made sure it was focused, then… Timed-shot! Ha! Yup, and we took countless of it, with this concept… =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113698539050227100?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113698539050227100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113698539050227100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698539050227100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698539050227100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-one-is-brilliantly-taken-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113698584719008668</id><published>2006-01-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:26:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;24th December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/thailand_trip%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my cousin managed to capture yet another insect other than my favorite “Sticky”… It’s a dragonfly, yes! And, that’s my finger… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Long nails, I know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Too bad I couldn’t capture a shot of the white butterfly… It was fluttering around madly back then… =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;25th December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has come… I’m leaving for Singapore from Thailand. Quite upsetting, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;partly because I didn’t get enough fun from shopping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; since it was only a week stay. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Usually we go for 2 long weeks…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And there’s this thing that my granny would never fail to make me do… She’ll always say all those really touching last words before we leave their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what I’ll always respond? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;With a long cry…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Trust me, you wouldn’t want me crying… I go for hours non-stop. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you want me to cry on the spot, it’s really easy… But of course, depending on whether I want to or not =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113698584719008668?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113698584719008668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113698584719008668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698584719008668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698584719008668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/24th-december-2005-somehow-my-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113698647945588043</id><published>2006-01-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:34:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways, I always find pleasure seeing others cry alongside with me, especially my cousins! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oops…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; No, not that I’m a sadist or anything, but it shows that people do miss me as well! =) I’m really touched with that warmth, no doubt. And one ‘achievement’ I clinched lately, was making this uncle of mine sob in silence, too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now you get the idea how ‘powerful’ my cry can get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But trust me, it was heart-wrenching, that moment... Whenever I think of it, I do feel like crying as well... Don't believe? Ask my 'sis'! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my trip this year! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113698647945588043?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113698647945588043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113698647945588043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698647945588043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113698647945588043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/anyways-i-always-find-pleasure-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113680235152387901</id><published>2006-01-09T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:25:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you think that paper is a great invention? Well, I think it is. It has so many uses to it that we could hardly live without having paper. This would mean, trees are precious… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, you would think of newspapers, writing papers, books, et cetera, et cetera. These items allow you to read important issues, jot down points that someone had said, draw what you can think of, and share stories with others. Isn’t it amazing how paper helped us so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, have you thought how paper can harm you? Well, maybe not. I’ve always think paper is good, and that it is almost harmless to anyone. That’s when I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I was in elementary class, grade 3 or 4, we were supposed to do an Art Folio by using a vanguard sheet. All right, that’s paper, too. But do you know I’ve a phobia for vanguard sheets after that? Let me explain… We were told to partner with another person and fold the vanguard into a folio. I teamed up, and was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pain… My friend pulled the sheet so fast and I happened to hold on to it tightly. Most of you studied Physics, yes? Now, imagine what happened to my poor finger… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Holy cow… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And the next moment, I felt this excruciating pain that I’ve never felt before, and then, blood… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yes, lots of blood came dripping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ouch, you say. You got it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you think vanguard is thick, so the abrasion would be greater. Fine, I shan’t argue… So, you wanna talk about papers? Yes, sure… I was holding a sheet of worksheet when I was in high school. Since I was sitting right in front, the person issuing would give me some to pass on down the column. Perhaps she didn’t study Physics, she pulled them right from my hold, and that familiar pain was back…&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Great, yet another cut…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handle paper with care&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;What seems far from dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Can be perilous…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113680235152387901?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113680235152387901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113680235152387901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113680235152387901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113680235152387901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/paper.html' title='Paper'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113664243532425022</id><published>2006-01-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:00:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did the week for me? I would say it was quite all right, not so much pressure setting in for the major examinations, just yet… =) Everything went fine I guess, like I managed to get away from certain ‘lessons’ that weren’t really of much use… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mean, these things can be done on your own… Why can’t there be something like, cycling? Sigh… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I got to see my friends, “Sister” and “Bro”! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my time-table wasn’t so bad after all… Lessons end early on Monday&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; (at 1130h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while two other days end at around two. The rest end about 1600h, so, it’s pretty all right for me. =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;However, if they could just push up lessons and shorten breaks…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite disappointed with the arrangement of my Math teacher, I mean, I really enjoyed her teaching, same goes to the present one. However, I just prefer my former tutor. Maybe her pace is what I desire, but the current is kinda, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;slow… =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and today, I got a mini competition amongst our college shooters only. In fact, I was having a bad cold and had an intention to pull out from the whole matter. Moreover, breathing was difficult and that’s definitely gonna affect my whole performance, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;at least that’s what I thought…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It seems that my teacher-in-charge &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;insists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I come. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, he explains that I need to get myself exposed to certain circumstances, lest it happens on the ACTUAL competition day itself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I reckon I improved slightly, and at least I found out something like, I must shoot immediately after I found the spot and not wait. You see, Coach tells us this, “You should aim, wait and breath, then fire”. Strange, I suppose I can’t do the norm, and did otherwise. Ha, it turned out not too bad, yeah? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one strange thing happened: another college student messaged me to ask for a friendly match amongst the rifle girls. The thing is, I do not know who she was, and how in the world did she get my number? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Puzzling, it seems…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; With just only the 3 of us, we thought it was kinda “impromptu”, so I’d to reject their kind invitation. At least not now, maybe in the 2nd month or so… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hey! I found out that I’m not the only one infatuated with FFVII! Haha! I was showing some of the pistol girls the message in the phone and when they exit from it, they saw Vincent Valentine. Yup, and they were like, “Is that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?” The first thing in my mind went, “Huh?”, and when I got back my mind, I was like, “Hey, yeah! How did you know? You guys watched FFVII too?!” And yes, you guessed it, we got so excited and stuff… =P What a week it’d been…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A new beginning,&lt;br /&gt;A new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113664243532425022?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113664243532425022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113664243532425022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113664243532425022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113664243532425022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-week.html' title='The 1st Week'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113653284139781546</id><published>2006-01-06T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:34:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Violet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/violet.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Mystery and allure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A quiet passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113653284139781546?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113653284139781546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113653284139781546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113653284139781546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113653284139781546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-eyes-should-be-violet-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113653218590723744</id><published>2006-01-06T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:23:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Part 2: 17th – 25th December 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/thailand_trip%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th December 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woke up to hear my granny shouting for “Loong” – or “dragon”, and the next moment, I saw my dog with a shirt over his body! Haha! So cute! Well, if you think we’re trying to dress him up, not right. You see, it has been really cold, and you can see them shivering in sheer coldness, so you get the picture? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t go for any shopping today, how saddening… But at least I got over to see our ‘house-for-sale” land property. I’m really proud of my parents… They, together with my uncle and aunt, came together to pool in money for the land and thought of ways to fully utilize it… Yes, they spent a lot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, people are very interested and have already taken orders! How cool is that? Come to think of it, there are about 10 small houses, and each costs quite a sum… Wow, when did they take up Economics? These people are good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716152-113653218590723744?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113653218590723744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113653218590723744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113653218590723744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113653218590723744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/flashback-part-2-17th-25th-december.html' title='Flashback Part 2: 17th – 25th December 2005'/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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-18716152.post-113653236736310447</id><published>2006-01-06T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:36:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/1600/thailand_trip%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3445/1736/200/thailand_trip%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My cousin, sis and myself are definitely bored when they went to look around at how the progress of the houses were. So, we were in uncle’s pickup, and cousin went out to find ladybugs and stuff. The best thing was, she found “Sticky”! Haha… Not bad, huh?&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/18716152-113653236736310447?l=synchronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113653236736310447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716152&amp;postID=113653236736310447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113653236736310447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716152/posts/default/113653236736310447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synchronism.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-cousin-sis-and-myself-are.html' title=''/><author><name>[jillyann]ie</name><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>
