<?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-12633213</id><updated>2011-12-01T11:47:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must love dogs!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-1950614084453627841</id><published>2011-04-24T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:57:56.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, through my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I’ve realized that I’ve taken the Gospel and the crucifixion for granted sometimes. It has become such a habitual thing for me to say: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Jesus died on the cross so that we would have eternal life and he rose 3 days later which shows that he is alive. &lt;/i&gt;But I forget the meaning and the gravity behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;For instance, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;God sent his son, his only son, down to Earth to die on the cross for us&lt;/i&gt;. God loves us so much to let his one and only son die on the cross for us. I could never ever realized just how great that love really is. It kind of is like a drama actually. We like watching dramas because of the love and romance. We’re often so touched by how far the guy in the drama would always go for his love one. I think Jesus’ life is kind of like a drama as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;In the olden days, Jesus was portrayed in pictures as a bearded man with dark skin and wearing the robe as it was the wardrobe in the olden times. Imagine now in the modern era, Jesus could actually look like a Korean Pop star or an actor or a model or just plain good looking. No one really knows how Jesus looks like so he could definitely be handsome. By drama criteria, handsome male lead fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Jesus had special powers. He could heal the sick, he could drive out demons, he could wake the dead, and he could do so much more. Kind of sound like he could be cast in Heroes doesn’t it? So super power criteria, fulfilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He always spoke kindly and patiently and he was loving to anyone and everyone without discrimination. Jesus was a man with a caring, kind, patient, loving character and much much more. All the characteristics I know I would love for my husband to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;In dramas, the guy will always fight for the girl either to protect her or to save her from harm but there is a possibility that he may die, sustaining wounds and injuries along the way. All because he loves the girl so much that all he wants is to protect her and ensure her safety, even at the cost of his life. This could be seen in so many dramas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It also reminds me of Jesus. He died on the cross for us because He loves us so much. He wants to protect us from the bondage of sin and he wanted to ensure we will always have a way back to him as his death tore the curtains that separated God from his people. He was flogged, sustaining wounds and injuries greater than what others could ever endure. He suffered psychological harm by people shouting names at him, spitting at him, showing him malicious signs and threatening him. I think I would’ve been so terrified that I might’ve gone to shock or just broke down or just committed suicide. Jesus was a human too but he stuck through it and got through all of it without ever saying a harsh word back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Then the cross, where he hung, suffering a slow death. Love for us the only thing holding him there where he was still ridiculed. The crowd not even showing him a slightest bit of mercy even when he didn’t do anything wrong. He even forgave them before he died. Died saving me, died loving me. Can you imagine the girl in the drama clutching on to the shirt of the guy and crying hysterically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And almost always, the guy always opens his eyes after a sad few minutes and the girl is so filled with joy and happiness that she clings on to him desperately and never wanting to let him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Jesus also miraculously rose from the dead. He appeared to his friends still bearing the holes where the nails were pierced into his hands as evidence that he really was nailed to the cross and died there. His disciples and friends were so joyous to see him that I could have imagined they were crying and repeating over and over again, “It’s a miracle!” They clung onto him too, wanting him to stay with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;God loves us so much that he did this and even I couldn’t really imagine it until I likened it to a drama and then I could see really feel a fraction of the love that he has for us. How sad would Jesus be then that he gave his life for us and then we forget about him? Imagine in the drama, the guy gave his life saving the girl, and then after a while she forgot about him and went on with life the way it is. I can imagine people would be cursing the girl, calling her ungrateful and wondering why the guy loved her in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Now I realized that all that I’ve done for him is just too tiny in comparison to what he has done for me. His love is SOOOOOO great, too great for me to fathom and so overwhelming that I can’t believe that he did it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;This Good Friday and Easter would be the time I really remember, thank him, rejoice in what he has done and choose to do something great for him in my life, just like how he did for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;“For God so love the world that he gave his one and only begotten son that whoever goes through him shall not perish but have eternal life. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-1950614084453627841?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1950614084453627841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1950614084453627841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1950614084453627841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1950614084453627841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/04/jesus-through-my-eyes.html' title='Jesus, through my eyes'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-1293381391600887535</id><published>2011-03-27T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T02:39:00.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despondent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7gYbG-kG2Y/TY4r8Uv2gyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ef_LA1NXjY0/s1600/Picture0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588452502974923554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7gYbG-kG2Y/TY4r8Uv2gyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ef_LA1NXjY0/s400/Picture0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;This is me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; At 4.20 a.m. Aus time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Note my pained expression.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Its due to the fact that against the forces of my power( inconsiderate noisy neighbours + housemates cooking for an event later) that have made me stay up through the night. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I am totally despondent :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;At 3a.m. plus the neighbours downstairs on the 5th floor, were singing and shouting across the courtyard and screaming F F F again and again while beer bottles clang on the floor and glass breaks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I am on the 8th floor, so all the noise is carried up and into my window. Oh the tragedy of it. Why is no one screaming at them to SHUT THE F UP!!!!!! Do they not know that others have lives and they need sleeepppp??? Inconsiderate brutes. Hmph!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And my housemates have a Malaysian meet and greet event later with which their in charge of food. The kitchen is nicely right outside my room so I can hear them laughing, talking, hammering, scooping out rice and not bothering that lil me is actually trying to get some sleep so that I can wake up at 8 a.m. tomorrow for church. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I think I'm gonna need coffee badly :(:( &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Listening to relaxing music doesn't help as well. My tummy's still crunched up due to the adrenaline rush from the anger and frustration burning within me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;So I shall take this time to blog about stuff from last week!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Last Friday, I helped out at Vena Cava productions which is a club that I had joined that deals in theatre and drama. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;They were having their season launch so I decided that instead of me, as a new member, deciding to go there alone, I would instead sign up as a helper so that I could at least feel a part of the team.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;So I was there as an usher looking all authoritative in my shirt which spells Vena Cava and I did deceive quite a few people who thought that I had been in the club for awhile and look oh so seasoned. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I met a fair bit of people, mostly the locals as not many Asians joined this club. I don't think many Asians do drama which most of them in the club were doing. I had fun. I think it was my first time hanging out with the locals properly and I liked it. They were really warm and friendly :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But I think their season launch was terrible. It was just a speech, that's all and the rest of the time was left for drinking booze and chatting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;This brings us to Sunday where I volunteered at Brisbane's Twilight Race Festival. It starts in the afternoon and ends around 7. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;It was really fun having a feel of how the races operate. Like from the moment that they're registering and we having to run up and down finding names on a list, getting race tags, getting shirt sizes and race packs, handing it to them all in a jiffy. It was pretty exhilarating!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I've met some people there too. But mostly Asians this time. From Hong Kong, from Malaysia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;It was really fun to watch people as they finish the race. There were pacemakers for the marathon race I think and there was one particular pacemaker for the 1 hour 35 min mark and he hit it perfectly. Not one minute more, not one minute less. Awesome!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But still, seeing them so breathless and tired out and in pain, I honestly wonder why then do we run??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And then the week passed uneventfully to the friday that have just passed. The overseas student unit came over to Brisbane to have a big welcome ceremony down at a grand hotel! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Naturally, dressing up was essential but on the invitation they said casual so I was kinda afraid that I was too dressed up! :x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But I guessed that most of the girls would dress up as well and I was right :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I felt really weird to walk into a huge group of Singaporeans here in Brisbane cos I haven't really been in a huge group of just Singaporeans here so far. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But I feel like their really just so into themselves and haven't really mix with other cultures. Not so sure about that but just something I felt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Like for example, their not so open and friendly and they all still kinda clique together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Food was terrible :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I think I'm getting sleepy. I hope I'm getting sleepy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; If not, Ice coffee here I come!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Ta~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&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/12633213-1293381391600887535?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1293381391600887535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1293381391600887535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1293381391600887535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1293381391600887535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/despondent.html' title='Despondent'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7gYbG-kG2Y/TY4r8Uv2gyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ef_LA1NXjY0/s72-c/Picture0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-3337319608448046232</id><published>2011-03-19T18:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:12:03.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the way we roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEtfwI0jRYQ/TYSOlQW84sI/AAAAAAAAA_g/281OdDmVp0g/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585744940237794578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWNZdSxK2M4/TYSNbbjPLRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/tQKsSWHYe_c/s400/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Credits: Haryoko Jap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-3337319608448046232?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3337319608448046232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=3337319608448046232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3337319608448046232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3337319608448046232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/thats-way-we-roll.html' title='That&apos;s the way we roll'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEtfwI0jRYQ/TYSOlQW84sI/AAAAAAAAA_g/281OdDmVp0g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-5901786007132201709</id><published>2011-03-16T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:35:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Favourite drink since coming to Australia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPuNc9ieaaM/TYB_T6J5C-I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0Yf6ANr7s7A/s1600/Ice%2Bcoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584603517944400866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPuNc9ieaaM/TYB_T6J5C-I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0Yf6ANr7s7A/s400/Ice%2Bcoffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Iced Coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Favourite chips in Australia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nh-nW9As7O4/TYB_T8ON-sI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ynUlidswnvY/s1600/Potato%2Bchips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584603518499420866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nh-nW9As7O4/TYB_T8ON-sI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ynUlidswnvY/s400/Potato%2Bchips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I tell you this trumps ruffles and lays! The texture is sooo crunchy and crispy and oh boy, packed with total goodness!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I know of girls who have menstruation cramps so bad that they can't move, they can't talk and all they do is curl up in a foetal position and lie in bed. I never could figure out or even imagine how bad it could be cos I, personally, do not have such bad cramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Recently, I sat through a lecture discussing about the female reproductive system and they eventually touched on this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;So fun fact for this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Painful menstruation, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dysmenorrhoea&lt;/span&gt;, is caused by &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;excessive prostaglandin F production&lt;/span&gt;. Prostaglandin F causes muscle contractions of the uterus, therefore excessive prostaglandin F means excessive muscle contractions hence causing immense pain during menstruation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;This can be alleviated by taking hormonal contraceptives to prevent ovulation, but if you wanna get pregnant in the future I wouldn't advise this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Prostaglandin inhibitors, local heat, massage, exercise, relaxation techniques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Honestly, I don't see how exercise would help. I mean the poor dear's in pain! How is she going to exercise??? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And if the pain's really really bad, it could lead to pelvis disorders. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;So there you go! The reason why some people always have the worst time of the months and others do and what you can do about it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584603510993727458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P86vAXOWP-0/TYB_TgQuL-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/x8fw8kJmX6o/s400/Igloo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Results of our sandcastle competition down at Gold Coast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Finally! There's pictures right! Haha :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I like all my lecturers! Their so animated and funny and seem so friendly and open. They way they talk just truly makes you wanna chat with em and just be friends with em. Ah! I have to learn to be like them. I think it'll go really far when I work with patients :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Today, I attended a technical workshop on theatre productions. Their gonna teach us about lights, about sound, about stage management and all things pertaining to the theatre. When I joined this club, I thought they would do drama too!! But I guess they leave the real acting to the real drama people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I was the only nursing student there! Gosh I feel like a fish out of the sea. But they made me feel pretty welcome too and soon I didn't really bother if I was out of my own area of expertise. Perhaps I can learn some drama stuff from them too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I didn't know there were like soooo many lights to be used in theatre productions. There are so many different types with names I can't even pronounce even now and can't even find them online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And how you've to rig it... and how you've to plug it in so it doesn't trip... and how you've to be in control of the power... and how you've to angle the lights properly... and how you've to make sure its the right side up and ... honestly, there are so many things to take note that I really salute the tech crew who'll put up all the tech stuff and then tear it down and then continue to another venue and do the same thing all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Hoo boy! But I guess I'll be doing something like that cos I've been chosen as part of the General Crew of a production that's coming up!! Ooooh! I think its gonna be a fun time. I hope so!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Cheers... to being fishes out of the water and having a jolly good time out of it :D&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/12633213-5901786007132201709?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5901786007132201709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5901786007132201709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5901786007132201709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5901786007132201709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPuNc9ieaaM/TYB_T6J5C-I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0Yf6ANr7s7A/s72-c/Ice%2Bcoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-4363070643552510449</id><published>2011-03-13T16:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T17:24:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disasters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Fun Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Soap doesn't kill off the bacteria on your hands, unless stated ANTI-BACTERIAL. They merely lubricate your hands so that the bacteria is able to slide off your hands more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to be buying anti-bacteria soaps next time! Look out for the soaps around your house as well, including shower gels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that in this year there seems to be disasters occurring at devastating scales that have not occurred in a long long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brisbane floods that have not occurred since 1974 affected many houses, bringing mud and dirt and rampant diseases along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toowoomba flash flood which killed 4 people and damaged many houses as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;The christchurch earthquake, which reached a scale of 7.1, and had many casualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japan earthquake which reached a scale of 8.8 and more than 1700 people dead or missing, the biggest in Japan since the 19th century records. Italy's National Institute of Geophysics and Volcanology said the earth's axis shifted 25 cm as a result of the earthquake, and the U.S. Geological Survey said the main island of Japan had shifted 2.4 metres. (Yahoo news) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;The Japan tsunami, due to the immense earthquake, which had waves as high as 10m and reached more than 5km inland. Seismologist say the quake was 160x more powerful than the Christchurch's one. (ABC news)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;The Indonesia volcano eruption, due to the immense earthquake as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Hopefully, there would be a break now and people would have the time to recollect their lives and move on, albeit through quite a lot of difficulty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;It definitely makes my problems seem so small and insignificant in comparison to everything thats happening. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I think I am still kinda homesick because when I see things that reminds me of home, I just can't help but feel sad. Like today we were walking along the road, and I saw a rare Honda Odyssey out on the streets and as I was pointing it out to my friend, I couldn't help but feel my vision blurred because of the tears that threatened to spill out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Ah! I think this is going to be an ongoing process for the whole period of time that I'll be overseas but slowly by slowly perhaps I'll be able to get over it. Well, if ppl can survive through such horrific calamity, it is just such an embarrassment to me if I couldn't overcome mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;FIGHTING! Or in korean dramas, HWAITING! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Yesterday was a fun sunny day down at Gold Coast, Broad beach, with other students from QUT and UQ as well for sandcastle makings, swimming and ball games.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I am so so so regretting not taking any photos that I can put up! The only photos I have are strewn across several cameras and their prolly still in the process of uploading :( &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I am also so so so regretting not going swimming! &gt;:( &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Cos I was so engrossed in playing volleyball, or at least trying to play volleyball. It was more of serve, pick up, serve, pick up, just like the initial stages in Secondary school. The worst part was the people sitting around and looking at our embarrassing attempt to play volleyball! :x &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;How I miss those days after school, running to the courts, and playing volleyball till the sun goes down. Where we built up chemistry with each other, learning to serve to each other, learning to support each other, shouting RUN at each other. Hahahaha! Awww :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Now I wanna go to the beach again to swim! Catch the waves, feel the sun, play with the sand, admire the blue blue ocean and the fine fine sand. What an awesome combination!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I think that talking about things that are in progress always jinxes it. For example, I come out of the examination hall saying, "Ah, that was an easy paper." and when I get it back, I've failed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;-.-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;That's why I never ever say that it's an easy paper, or much less try to comment on it cos it always turns out opp. from what you say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And currently, that's the situation as well. Sighh, I hope all goes well. Not in my favour, but in how God wants things to go. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;To end it off, a quote for the minimal number of readers that I have that probably already know this quote.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sils. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt; EXPLORE! DREAM! DISCOVER! There's so much more that could be done than what you have in your comfort zone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Missing and loving you all lots! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&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/12633213-4363070643552510449?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4363070643552510449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=4363070643552510449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4363070643552510449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4363070643552510449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/disasters.html' title='Disasters'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-4341358227595660681</id><published>2011-03-09T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:48:53.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt; Yes I am, put it together, homesick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;This was so evident when I video call-ed Susan and I started feeling an emotion bubbling inside of me till it overflowed through the tears that I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582074152428042370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X4YqLNusO8/TXeC3dVc-II/AAAAAAAAA74/PUaF0-BmwHE/s400/Video%2Bcall%2Bsnapshot%2B25.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I am missing the 3 Fs in my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And when you put them all together, you'll get a great FANTASTIC FABULOUS FIESTA! Ooooh see the power of the F's ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Earlier for dinner, I was craving for Asian food so I indulged in Chicken Laksa which was kinda too sweet. I wished it was a bit more spicier :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And just looking at all those empty seats around me, I just started picturing my friends and family in em. Haih! But before I could get all emotional, sentimental and start feeling sorry for myself, I pushed those feelings away. I would not be so pathetic this time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And cos I was eating alone, I just remembered what Jolene said about eating alone and somehow I just felt more strengthened. Like you know how when people are alone they always have a book with em or would be busy checking their phones even though I am sure there's prolly nothing much interesting to do on there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;It's all just a scheme from avoiding looking around. But there I sat, by myself, with nothing and just staring out the window in front of me. It wasn't too bad hey! Ah well... I've eaten by myself before anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I am honestly missing you all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Love ya! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/12633213-4341358227595660681?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4341358227595660681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=4341358227595660681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4341358227595660681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4341358227595660681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/sick-home.html' title='Sick &amp; Home'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X4YqLNusO8/TXeC3dVc-II/AAAAAAAAA74/PUaF0-BmwHE/s72-c/Video%2Bcall%2Bsnapshot%2B25.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-2053536607945232225</id><published>2011-03-08T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:41:11.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;You know how after you've watched finish a drama series, watched finish an anime series, read finish a book, you'll feel so lost and so detached from reality? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Oh I am feeling it now again -.-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I seriously have no self-control! I had too much free time (I've done all I needed to do for school!) so I decided to read the manga of an anime I watched previously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Once u start, you can't stop till its over! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Furthermore, it's like taking a journey with the characters through the dramas they have, the good times they have and the feelings that they feel, and even in a short span of time (2 days approx. :x), you already feel some sort of attachment to them and somehow even wished that you were a part of it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But then, it all comes to an end, and then you realised, their story has ended, but yours is still in progress and it seems nowhere as fun as what you've just experienced.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Sighs! Fantasy's so much better than the real world hey! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;~.~ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway, in coming back to reality, I went for my first practical today! Oh it was quite fun because we were in a real clinical simulation lab where we experienced what it was like being in a hospital environment and what we had to do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;First practical was all about handwashing, and donning the gowns and making beds&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;My teacher said she washed her hands like 28 times in one shift even before morning tea! Tskkk imagine having to wash ur hands for 15s every single time you do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;IT.TAKES.TOO.LONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;However, because we washed our hands so frequently, we have benefits on moisturizers! Haha! I'm glad I have my nice crabtree and evelyn hand moisturizer with me :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;You know how hotel beds always seemed so nicely laid out and nicely fitted? I think I've learn the art of making beds in that way!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I have a feeling I'm going to be making lots and lots and lots of beds till I'm totally professional and efficient at it :x &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Right now I still think its fun, hopefully down the road I would still think its kinda fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;At least next time changing bedsheets even at home won't be that much of a hassle already! I hope!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;This week, I've picked out ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;My sister's note!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;On a side note, I am missing you all very much! :(&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/12633213-2053536607945232225?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2053536607945232225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=2053536607945232225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2053536607945232225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2053536607945232225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/hands-on.html' title='Hands on'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-8586741197099599328</id><published>2011-03-02T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:08:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;"Miss Buk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;This is purely professional, write a letter to an apple today. Include everything you'd like to say to the apple. 100 Words will do. More is better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jane"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dear Apple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I've been thinking about this task for a few days trying to think up of something witty and funny to write so that my friends would have a good time reading it but honestly, I can't think up of something witty and funny and just plain ridiculous which I'm sure my pal Janelle would be able to. She once wrote a short story about a potato if I'm not mistaken, it could've been a tomato or a carrot or maybe even a pumpkin!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But well, thinking about something to write to you did indeed help me to occupy my thoughts for this week. I really think I need to occupy my thoughts more this semester because last semester was filled with large open gaps of free time(I wonder how!) for mindless wandering. But this semester I've really been coming down hard on myself to attend every lecture and to do really well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Cos this semester I'm taking modules that are more important when I go outfield to the hospitals to do my internship. I'm both afraid and in anticipation of it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Afraid cos what if something goes wrong!? I went to do my blood test today and just the thought of it already had my heart beating faster and faster but still I was strong though a part of me wanted to cringe and flee. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I really do have to get over this nervousness and fear about needles since I heard that in practical, students will perform it on each other. *gasps* tiny little needle holes all pierced in my arm :x:x &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway, enough about me Apple!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I wanna thank you Apple for being red and green and giving options to people! Cos I guess some people would rather choose green over red for reasons that I just cannot think of. Sometimes I do eat the green ones but that's just cos I wanna be special. Hehe! Sometimes though!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But still I love going to the market every Saturday to the man selling Stanthorpe apples and prolly bringing home 5 of you all. You always proved to be nicely red and sweet and cutely small. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;They said that an apple a day keeps the doctor away. I am not sure if that's true and if it varies on the size of the apple since I don't really like eating those big fuji china apples by the whole as they make me feel super full. I prefer the smaller ones but fuji china apples are real crunchy! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Damm there hasn't been an apple that has it all! But still, many people indulge in an apple for lunch by itself as a form of diet because you still provide us with sugar to keep our systems going. Which reminds me again of how hungry I am at 12 a.m. now ~.~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Oh apple, thank you for satiating our hunger. I feel you in my tummy and I am glad for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Petunia&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/12633213-8586741197099599328?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8586741197099599328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=8586741197099599328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/8586741197099599328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/8586741197099599328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-weeks-challenge.html' title='This week&apos;s challenge'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-6415834136538754022</id><published>2011-03-01T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:05:35.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Yeah bland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Bland's the word to describe the soup that I'm drinking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;My first homecook meal in my dorm is a total failure. I din't have time to drop by the butcher's to get chicken so I figured I shall have an all veggie soup! But I guess I got all the concoctions wrong and the heat of the stove as well cos I'm not too use to it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Also, I guess nothing beats the essence of chicken in a soup! Or pork ribs! But pork ribs are kinda banned for me cos all my housemates are Muslim! So yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Well I shall console myself with the thought that, "At least I have food to eat right?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Bland's the word to describe the first lecture of my semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Well basically I din't really introduce myself to anyone also because I figured if we were meant to be friends it would happen without me having to go all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Which I did last year and ended up being burnt out as well as totally bummed cos it din't really work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And I've resigned to the fate that Asian people naturally stick together somehow. So don't ask me if I've met any Aussie friends, any Aussie guys, any Aussie girls. If I have, I'll tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;So the first lecture passed uneventfully. Though I was sooo not used to having a full lecture theatre now. Previous sem, all the student could fit into just one section of the lecture theater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I guess it's going to be a busy semester. I feel like I have 1001 things on my mind. Like how do I apply for this and that and what do I have to do and where must I go ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But well business means that I won't have too much time to be off emo-ing and stuff eh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;So anyway for this week I picked out ... *drum roll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;JANELLE'S CARD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And I'll post up prolly on Friday or Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;And now... It's back to drinking my bland soup :x &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/12633213-6415834136538754022?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6415834136538754022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6415834136538754022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6415834136538754022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6415834136538754022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/bland.html' title='Bland'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-3645069272131081212</id><published>2011-02-27T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:03:49.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass House Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Glass house mountains is in Sunshine Coast which is about 1 hr North from Brisbane. Basically, you go there to see, well um.. Mountains! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;"The Glass House Mountains were named by Captain James Cook as he sailed North up the coast of what is now Queensland in 1770 as part of his epic voyage aboard his ship HM Bark Endeavour. They were so called as the shape of the mountains reminded him of huge glass furnaces(glass houses) back in his native Yorkshire." -taken from Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftOfI2kQrnk/TWo69oeL2BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9QvaWhhNifY/s1600/26022011522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578335918962235410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftOfI2kQrnk/TWo69oeL2BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9QvaWhhNifY/s400/26022011522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDv-OBMLZPU/TWo69XRRIWI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Q4hZO8-cmvk/s1600/26022011532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578335914344653154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDv-OBMLZPU/TWo69XRRIWI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Q4hZO8-cmvk/s400/26022011532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so super sunny and hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZkNEGmavWc/TWo69KrLzII/AAAAAAAAA7g/r7fseUL6Pvw/s1600/26022011541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578335910963694722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZkNEGmavWc/TWo69KrLzII/AAAAAAAAA7g/r7fseUL6Pvw/s400/26022011541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ub5nuJNO7ys/TWo68386gzI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/I4KQFNS0qik/s1600/26022011546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578335905937785650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ub5nuJNO7ys/TWo68386gzI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/I4KQFNS0qik/s400/26022011546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4K2soS2cpY/TWo68vxNdnI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/SN0mN_S45Ck/s1600/26022011563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578335903741212274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4K2soS2cpY/TWo68vxNdnI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/SN0mN_S45Ck/s400/26022011563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I've realised the pictures have mainly green, blue, white and brown colours! Even I'm in blue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;But well blue is a nice calming colour and green is a stimulating colour. Apparently, I heard that if you look more at green stuff, your eyesight would get better. How true that is, I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;School starts this week! Well my friends are heading off tomorrow, I have a day off and start on Tuesday only. I am kinda looking forward to school. Summer holiday is loooong enough for me to enjoy already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Let's get down to some work! I hope I din't bite off more than I can chew :x Gotta really study and work hard this semester alr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;No more procrastination! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Good luck to us :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/12633213-3645069272131081212?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3645069272131081212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=3645069272131081212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3645069272131081212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3645069272131081212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/02/glass-house-mountains.html' title='Glass House Mountains'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftOfI2kQrnk/TWo69oeL2BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9QvaWhhNifY/s72-c/26022011522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-2914580378494846135</id><published>2011-02-25T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:34:48.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Views</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Ah! See the views from my window and tell me how couldn't it be lovely! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvgYb8wtQtM/TWe76pgDZgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gleoUcg-_a0/s1600/24022011513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577633279768749570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvgYb8wtQtM/TWe76pgDZgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gleoUcg-_a0/s400/24022011513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFMj82zLCaU/TWe76dwI9mI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NVK471Tme4g/s1600/24022011512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577633276614997602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFMj82zLCaU/TWe76dwI9mI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NVK471Tme4g/s400/24022011512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdUwk-Pmui0/TWe76GumC-I/AAAAAAAAA64/OwmKkR93Mu8/s1600/24022011511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577633270434499554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdUwk-Pmui0/TWe76GumC-I/AAAAAAAAA64/OwmKkR93Mu8/s400/24022011511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I like the far and wide view. Looking over the houses of the suburbs on the lower levels, seeing monumental buildings in the distance, the mountains faintly in the background and the sky vast and wide with dark and white clouds at different interval of the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Though at around 3+ 4 the sun starts to set and the sun shines through my window which is not very good but liveable I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Another horrendous thing about the place up here is that there're numerous ants crawling outside my window and they've found a way in! My floor is now littered with bodies of ants. Gotta vacuum soon! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I am kinda tired though I just ate chocolate just now :x Green and blacks chocolate is to die for! Amazingly on discount here at $2, I think it costs either $3 or $6 in Singapore. Organic milk chocolate with the definite taste of cocoa in it. Money well spent ")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;A trip to Glass House Mountains tomorrow! Oh I've gotta pull myself out of bed again later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&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/12633213-2914580378494846135?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2914580378494846135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=2914580378494846135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2914580378494846135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2914580378494846135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/02/views.html' title='Views'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvgYb8wtQtM/TWe76pgDZgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gleoUcg-_a0/s72-c/24022011513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-6940589797979878325</id><published>2011-02-23T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:49:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;So by some awesome miracle, when last week was so hot with the shining and piercing sun rays this week has been at an awesome temperature. It feels like I have aircon in my room that's not too cold but just right, and it feels tremendously awesome. :):) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I guess this shows signs of the impending winter where the jackets, scarfs and coats have to be taken out and the skimpy spaghetti tops are cast deep into the corners of the cupboards. Or even maybe, next week suddenly be so hot again. Weather's bizarre x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I think when you're too much in the cold, you're start to miss the heat. Heck, I think you even forget how hot weather feels! A few days of the awesome cool weather and slowly I'm starting to forget about the heat and actually missing it. O.O Really, there is no pleasing us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;But still, I L.O.V.E this weather :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Today marks the 3/4th day I've been settled down into my dorm room and I'm kinda liking this room. It feels more airy because I'm up on lvl 8 all the way to the corner and my window has a very good view overlooking houses and seeing mountains in the distance and its pretty quiet too. Plus the door is painted a yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Yellow brightens up the room and makes it seem bigger than it really is! Compared to my red door in my previous room :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;All that I wish now was that the kitchen would be a little cleaner :( The toilet a little drier and cleaner as well :( With that, everything would be just perfect! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Today we had the Bush Dance event again! It was the same as last year. The one that I wasn't very keen on going cos I was feeling sad and emo and isolated and lonely after having to go through orientation and feeling more and more like an alien. But through encouragement and pushing from dear Susan and Zeena I did go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And I liked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And I liked it today too! Best part was that I met a friend whom I met at the bush dance last year and my friend whom I met last semester rsvp-ed as maybe attending so I asked her if she was going and she said that she wanted to but with no one to go to she din't really feel like going. I so understand that! So I was so psyched to have someone who feels the same as me! :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;So we both went this year and it was quite fun! Though some of the dances were quite tiring and annoying, like doing the macarina over and over again, and some dances where ppl din't really get it and everything was a huge mess. But it was fun and dancing is just (y) awesome and so is meeting ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I have a feeling this year may be a better sem and I hope so too! Especially in my classes though I haven't started at all. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh well, we'll see how it goes.&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/12633213-6940589797979878325?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6940589797979878325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6940589797979878325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6940589797979878325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6940589797979878325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/02/bush-dance.html' title='Bush Dance'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-6705900680862999556</id><published>2011-02-20T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:03:14.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And so its on the first day of 2nd semester that I'm back alone again in my hostel room and I am starting to blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;It is just too hot here! I reckon it is even hotter than Singapore. When the sun shines down on you, it's a piercing ray of heat so hot that I could feel it altering my cell's genetics already! SUN BLOCK SUN BLOCK! *slathers* Now I get it why people dress, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm how should I put this delicately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, dress less here. As my friend put it, 'It is so hot that I regret bringing clothes here'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I wish for winter to come but yet in winter, it is too cold. There is no pleasing us :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;For this semester when I'm living in the hostel, I have promised myself that I'll make it a comfortable place and homely place and vibrant place for me to call home. Which means more nice furniture to brighten up the place, more decorations here and there, a room spray full of flowers which I regrettably did not buy at crabtree and evelyn when I had the chance. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I got a pillow today though! A nice foamy one which will not crush down under my weight which my old pillows though and I always need to fluff them up if not I can't sleep -.- So that's one step to having a nicer room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;But how much I can put into this little room wouldn't be much at all I guess. Maybe flowers would brighten up my windowsill! Since changing hostel room, my view has changed from overlooking the courtyard where I stare out of my window at night to stalk ppl walking about and they glance up to see a shadow in the window and start whispering amongst themselves, to a view of the city. Albeit there's just more buildings and buildings, but at least at night there's a nice cool breeze blowing into my room which I'm thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Sighs. After one whole big round of looking through a few places to rent. There was one that I went that was near school but it was so rundown and so secluded that I could feel tears coming out. It just made me feel even more homesick :( Since it was near school, we popped by the hostel as well and I just asked if there was any more space though I didn't think they were cos they were always so fully booked. But thank God, where this guy told me there wasn't any space, another lady told me there was only ONE room left! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;So I took it, and after one big round, I'm back here again. Well... at least it put my heart to rest about finding a place cos if not I would be homeless by today! And since I'm familiar with this surrounding, the only thing would just be to get use to the room and to be acquainted with my housemates which I reckon should be better than my previous housemates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Yes, yes... when school starts next next week, I'll start on the cards as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;For now, I'll raise my glass to optimism and see how it goes :)&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/12633213-6705900680862999556?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6705900680862999556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6705900680862999556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6705900680862999556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6705900680862999556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2011/02/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-5060880566409925909</id><published>2010-09-26T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:27:29.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Random photo spread:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;1) Ekka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4iViDyTAI/AAAAAAAAA6o/fWOVD8ZTGOg/s1600/09082010814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520887946518088706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4iViDyTAI/AAAAAAAAA6o/fWOVD8ZTGOg/s400/09082010814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4iVbR3aFI/AAAAAAAAA6g/itaEkdIkkZY/s1600/09082010822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520887944698095698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4iVbR3aFI/AAAAAAAAA6g/itaEkdIkkZY/s400/09082010822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h6RPh4wI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/9tO6wrZDwtU/s1600/09082010824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520887478147474178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h6RPh4wI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/9tO6wrZDwtU/s400/09082010824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h6D2N17I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/vOO-957-a6g/s1600/09082010825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520887474551642034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h6D2N17I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/vOO-957-a6g/s400/09082010825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h56IyXOI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3PHMGgkM8aU/s1600/09082010826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520887471945178338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h56IyXOI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3PHMGgkM8aU/s400/09082010826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h5lnchgI/AAAAAAAAA6A/S3dQ7B9nbMU/s1600/09082010828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520887466436625922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h5lnchgI/AAAAAAAAA6A/S3dQ7B9nbMU/s400/09082010828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;2) Mount Cootha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h5YjYouI/AAAAAAAAA54/qujeGdPFdDg/s1600/22082010855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520887462929933026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4h5YjYouI/AAAAAAAAA54/qujeGdPFdDg/s400/22082010855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4hOJD75TI/AAAAAAAAA5w/jJDYghf9IrA/s1600/22082010889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520886720037119282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4hOJD75TI/AAAAAAAAA5w/jJDYghf9IrA/s400/22082010889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;3) Unity sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4hNh7uFeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/rmct1Rg8TmU/s1600/12092010900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520886709533677026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4hNh7uFeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/rmct1Rg8TmU/s400/12092010900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;4&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Pancake house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4hNQFkexI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/pMPWwrf5QhI/s1600/13092010903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520886704743152402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4hNQFkexI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/pMPWwrf5QhI/s400/13092010903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;5) Random~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4hNB-hHuI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/lAVRv8H7OVk/s1600/ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520886700955475682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4hNB-hHuI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/lAVRv8H7OVk/s400/ee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-5060880566409925909?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5060880566409925909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5060880566409925909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5060880566409925909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5060880566409925909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/09/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4iViDyTAI/AAAAAAAAA6o/fWOVD8ZTGOg/s72-c/09082010814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-1242046875054207211</id><published>2010-09-25T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:57:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4I-rsjHXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/1EjKHv0pDVs/s1600/25092010977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520860066177293682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4I-rsjHXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/1EjKHv0pDVs/s400/25092010977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Today was Creative Unity. The performance designed and planned out by one of our lifegroup members, showcasing talents and artwork from within the church members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots more photos strewn across many cameras with costume and make up visible but oh well, ppl are tired and prolly won't be uploading photos at 12.40 a.m. at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being part of the drama and dance was a great opportunity. One I thought that I nvr would have... a chance to perform in front of an audience again with dance. Now that its over, I feel so sad, like there's an empty part of my life again. I need need need to find a dancing school seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama passed by really quickly and the dance too. I din't even had a chance to feel nervous though there was one part where I did feel my legs shaking and I had to put all my energy to stop them from trembling out of nervousness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really wanna see my performance. So used to ppl recording it on random digital cameras so that we could debrief ourselves by being confident that we danced to our very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din't have recordings, but I had many good comments that made me feel very thankful and touched after. Comments that told me that I was very talented in dance and one also said that he could see the anointing of God upon me to go far in dance. Awesome right?! Only having about 2 yrs of dance experience, this really counts a lot to me and I was very very appreciative of all the feedback I was getting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKKK I AMMM TOTALLY HAPPYYYYYYYYY!!! I LOVE DANCE AND APPARENTLY DANCE LOVES ME TOO! :D I always wanted to be good in something not just cos I trained a lot(piano) but have the talent in, and I've found that something even if I may not be that well trained in it. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really miss it. Another performance yet gone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, fun, fun to be together with everyone else too. Serving, joining, united to put on a great show. I was so so amazed at the diversity of talents and gifts that God has given to different people. For example, some people were in charge of PA and visualizer cos their more technical ppl. Some people drew art works and pictures and made bookmarks and cookies cos they can do it so well! I can't draw for nuts! Some people can compose songs, play piano, sing... Total awesome that we can't argue with each other about whether who's better than another in that area because we have our own different areas and styles that we definitely excel in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastically great time and I am definitely going to miss it. The planning, the rehearsals, the want and preparation to do everything well. It was a great time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm looking forward to Harbourtown on Monday, and then flying off to Canberra on Tuesday to meet Janelle! Yayness! I'll upload more photos and hopefully a video of today's concert too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go clean the make up off. Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya :) &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/12633213-1242046875054207211?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1242046875054207211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1242046875054207211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1242046875054207211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1242046875054207211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/09/unity.html' title='Unity'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJ4I-rsjHXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/1EjKHv0pDVs/s72-c/25092010977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-5504112300731761281</id><published>2010-09-16T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:16:48.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJF3aNOQFeI/AAAAAAAAA44/bQ2ytnTZbHw/s1600/13092010906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517322310615307746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJF3aNOQFeI/AAAAAAAAA44/bQ2ytnTZbHw/s400/13092010906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;This week has been such a tremendous, amazing week so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;After my big episode over the weekend, I just kept asking God for strength and to be able to trust him cos I could really feel like I was at the teetering end of a rope that was threatening to snap at any point. And even though I told myself that no longer would I cry but in the presence of the Lord he just made me shed every single hurt, worry and sadness that I had inside. But yet I was still very wary of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;It's like an emotional rollercoaster. Over the weekend, I am happy. Then when Monday starts, it starts to go downhill. Until maybe Wednesday or Thursday then it'll be at a breaking point, then Friday comes along again and the rollercoaster goes up. I've realized that I am a really emotionally sensitive person. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And so I approached the week with caution and wariness, trying to avoid thoughts that'll make me plunge even further down and just asking God for trust and strength and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Well, Monday came and it was Pancake date with Natalie!! I ate sooo much until I got so sick of the sweetness of it. I thought that I would be cured of my pancake craving but now again, I start to think about it. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;After a big meal what do you have to do... Yes, exercise! And so we did, walking around the city, finding new alley ways, new shops that we have nvr seen before, trying to shed the pounds that we must have put on from all that sinful delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;After exercising what do you do next... Yes, Sleep!! The best way to do that is on a nicely rocking boat with the sun beating gently against your face and the wind blowing through your hair. My first time sitting on the Citycat, cruising down the Brisbane river, glancing left and right looking at all the nice houses by the bay that possibly could one day be our apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I am excited for our own apartment! Own kitchen, own washing machine, own toilet, not having to pick up another's mess! EXCITED!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And so, monday ended on a good note:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Tuesday was a boring day. 3 hr lecture straight whereby the tutor was monotonous, droning and scary. She would randomly tap the table with her knuckles and stare out at the lecture hall, it being reflected in her big square-framed glasses. Spoooky! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Wednesday was another tiring day. But I had group meeting so it was awfully nice to be able to talk and get to know my other classmates. One's from Australia, and one's from Norway! So interesting that here we really get to meet people from all over the country! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You know, there is tremendous power in a simple chocolate bar. I was super lethargic during classes and I really felt like having a crunchie so I caved in to temptation. I was trying to stay off chocolate cos u know, chocolate means gaining weight too. After downing that delightful chocolate bar, suddenly I felt like my concentration increased by 10-fold! I could focus and concentrate, my eyes were no longer blurry and tired and I felt like I could do so much and study so much! Now I know the reason for my tiredness and lethargicity, maybe partly cos of little slp but also cos of low blood sugar level!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;How could I think I could live without youuuu- O chocolate bar! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;After that, I randomly msged Natalie that I was going to the supermarket and she was free so yay we went to the supermarket together where we bought 99c Kinder Bueno. It was hidden behind the ladder on the bottom shelf and if it wasn't for my sharp eye we would have missed it. Hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And had a wonderful dinner of fish and chips and camwhoring with photobooth and discussing about children stars aging gracefully or not. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Today's Thursday, and I am all geared up to do work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And then tomorrow's Friday already!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Thank you God for a wonderful week:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Miss you all!:)&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/12633213-5504112300731761281?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5504112300731761281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5504112300731761281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5504112300731761281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5504112300731761281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/09/week.html' title='The week'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TJF3aNOQFeI/AAAAAAAAA44/bQ2ytnTZbHw/s72-c/13092010906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-3061690214253926800</id><published>2010-09-11T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:44:54.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I seem to have ran out of things to say for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, this week hasn't been too great for me. I hope the next week would be better. It's like during the weekend, I have so much fun and am so happy and then throughout the week my whole happy self just plunges into destitution. Facing people who aren't really all that friendly sometimes, who don't really take into consideration what u say, who may have a language barrier with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo says that friends happen when u least expect them to. Well, I'm still expecting mine, and I'll trust God. Just, give me the strength to carry on throughout the week again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally caught Despicable Me in 3D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the minions. They're so cute! And I love the fact that even though I knew a bit of what the show may be about and everything, it was still sooo amazing in my opinion. Don't happy endings just fill u up all so bubbly and warm inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that here in Aus, they won't provide u with 3D glasses so u'll have to buy ur own and then u get to keep em and bring it again for ur next movie. Hmmmm, I wonder if that's a good thing or bad thing but I heard its cheap so maybe tickets for 3D shows are cheaper here in Aus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are good things to look forward to this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have no assignments due this month but well I still have to do drafts and research and all that. I will attempt not to procrastinate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Creative Unity that is coming up that I'll be performing in! It's so awesome because before I came here, I told God that I didn't wanna have to stop performing on stage after my last dance performance. Ta-daaa he just blessed with an opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, going to Canberra to see Janelle and the blooming flowers!!!!! Gahhhh, can't wait to see herrrrr!! I hope it'll be an awesome time with lots fo jumpshot and camwhoring moments! Thanks to daddy for the tickets! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, ermmmmmm, maybe not this month but in the months to come. Get a new apartment, shift in and feel comfortable! GO HOME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, excited, excited. I'll miss my friends here too though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I only have about a month left to my semester and then 1 semester is officially over and summer break comes and I can go home! Somehow it seemed so mountainous that I have managed to survive till now. Hallelujahhh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling happy now because my flatmate is gone and I can do whatever I like to. Open my door, swing into the toilet anytime I want, make as much noise as I want and not feel like she's gonna be watching me or sth. Not that she's a bad person, but I like to feel I can do anything in my own room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Sunday. And Sundays are good days. I should sleep and have energy for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u:)&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/12633213-3061690214253926800?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3061690214253926800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=3061690214253926800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3061690214253926800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3061690214253926800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/09/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-5575173536914983579</id><published>2010-08-15T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:55:24.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Today would be the day I stop my counting of days that I am in Brisbane. I'm getting too lazy to post everyday cos some days are just too boring and mundane to write about. Who wanna hear me rambling on about how I went to school came back and did homework? Boring~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling a bit wound up right now. Weekends are really great times now. Hanging out with church friends from Daniel 2 and from city church really makes my week! And after the weekend is over, I feel like I've to go through another week aimlessly with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway weekend was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Sunday! After church, we went to eat $2 steak at some pub place. No I didn't drink anything! We just had $2 steak with chips and salad. Awesomely cheap but well u pay for what u get so the meat wasn't great but it was edible and worth for the money I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Inception and The Expendables in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inception was nice and clever but because everyone has been telling me how awesomely great it was, when I watched it I did find that it was awesomely great anymore. Sighs! I've wished I were one of the first fews to watch it instead! I totally love the non gravity part. So cool! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Expendables is a movie that u won't wanna watch if u don't like fighting and guns and punches and whatsoever. It starred Sylvester Stallone, Jason Statham, Jet Li, a cameo random appearance by Arnold Sw---zeneggar, mickey rourke and other stars I don't really know the name. Had a lot of fight scenes. Seemed like just a movie to show off their skills. Some lighthearted chatter between the actors will quite funny but other than that it was fight scene all the way. My friend fell asleep too so... Better not waste money to watch that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch SALT and Despicable Me! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But movie tickets here are so expensive! It's $13 at city cinemas. It costs $5.50 at South Bank on weekdays but its free seating and the cinemas are small and squeezy with minimal leg room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was waatching the movie, it just felt as if I was in Singapore and for that moment, I felt as if I was home. Oh wells~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life has been great! Gotta start up on my assignments already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great week too! ;) &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/12633213-5575173536914983579?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5575173536914983579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5575173536914983579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5575173536914983579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5575173536914983579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/08/steak.html' title='Steak'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-2306503481509625702</id><published>2010-08-10T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:17:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuous Disappearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*Warning* This is an extremely long post! Read only if you've time!*Warning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a post about the days where I disappeared from blogger. I think it might be long and devoid from photos because I have yet to upload them and am lazy to do it now. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, i would like to wish Singapore &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, it is when u're not able to watch the parade or have the whole atmosphere of National day that u treasure it more. I do feel a little sad that I can't watch the parade or enjoy the time with my friends squeezing with everyone else trying to catch the parade or something. Last yr's first hand NDP was indeed so cherishable to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to NDP songs and yet again they fill me up with such warm buttery feelings. Songs like home, and My Island Home and Where I belong. I still remembered the previous time when I was singing NDP songs at AI with all my friends and I just couldn't help but cry which led to almost everyone around me in tears too! Indeed, those were the great times and I couldn't help but feel so sad that as we grow up, here we grow in distance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a song, I think it was the 2007 song, when Kit Chan sang the NDP song which was criticize by lots of ppl that it wasn't nice cos it was aiming at Singaporeans overseas. I think the song really did its purpose now. When I hear that song, I could see the meaning behind it, and again those warm buttery feelings arise. Geeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, I guess it is true that a part of you, no matter wherever you go, will still lie back with the country u once were. My friends, my family and my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My home, whereever I may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a part of me." -My Island Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially a month that I am in Brisbane right now but it doesn't really feel like a month too. Time really do pass by very fast I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a month, taking advantage of the NDP holiday, my mum and sis came down to Brisbane to visit me. It was a relatively good weekend and we did lots of stuff that I think I would nvr do by myself and thus would have missed out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I had to wake up really early to go down to the airport to pick them up. As u can guess, I was late. Hehehe! Singaporeans aren't really morning ppl I guess. :x My money just flew away from taking the airtrain to airport and back. A whopping $30 please. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had class in the afternoon though and had to rush back for a lecture which had me slping through half of it I think cos they're going through some researching stuff which is mad boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we ate again. And at night hiked down to South Bank which was just opposite the hotel. But, I guess I'm so used to walking that I don't find it far. The rest well... fatigue clouds the judgment of distance. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold that night, but I think we did substantial stuff that day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Saturday and it was marketing day! Remember how much I love marketing day! So I definitely have to bring my mum and sis to the market and they loved it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between delicious crepes and waffles made by my friend, the French Chef(I shall boldly assume he is my friend since I am a regular customer :P), and savoury sweet latte, cheap food and quality stuff. Great times were spent there. Told ya marketing day is so totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Direct Factory Outlet for shopping after! A big big place with many many shops. We were all on shopping mode zipping from shop after shop after shop. But I fell ill that day and wasn't in the mood for shopping and plus, I didn't really find anything nice, I think the factory outlets in US are nicer, so I was the first one out of the shopping race. It closed at 6 plus and we reached there around 2. Rushh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was the 2nd one out of the race having bought her stuff and worrying that we might miss the last bus. My sis was still hard on shopping till the very last moment that we had to leave to catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, a great day of shopping for them! And now I can say that I have been to DFO and not be so suaku where I've been in Brisbane for a month and haven't been there yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had nandos for dinner! Apparently there's only one nandos in Singapore so my sis was quite excited about eating nandos. But here in Aus, there's so many Nandos! A warm meal in cold winter is still as I've said, Awesome!! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed overnight at their hotel and I missed my heater terribly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel didn't really have a proper heater so it was really quite cold and my sis wore like 2-3 layers and my mum and I just looked at her as if she were mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally tried the pancakes at The Pancake Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from my friend that it was nice and finally got to try it out. Not a place that I think I'll go by myself too anyway. :x The pancakes were so fluffy and nice! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping again after that along Queen Street Mall! I think we really walked a lot these past few days. It's the more I've walked too since in my free time I spent it sitting cross legged on my chair in front of the com. Nothing else to do mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we went to the live recording at City Church. I love the session so much cos it was all just about singing and worshipping and really pressing in and connecting and the music was so great and the atmosphere was so great(though a lil warm) and everything was just so great. Love the songs too! Some of the songs were really a reflection of my own heart. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great steak after that! My mum was craving steak the entire time we were there and she reckoned that I was low in meat intake too cos I was feeling headachy and sicky the whole time there too. The steak was so juicy and tender. Gosh I forgot how much I do love steak. I do! I do! I haven't gotten to eat steak in a while so it's a good thing they came over to visit me I guess! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed steaks and sandcrab lasagne and banana souffle. The sandcrab lasagne was a picture of quality with great amounts of crab stuffed between each layer and a creamy crustacean sauce poured over it. The first mouthful I took was just so mouthwatering and divine that I thought I could just polish off the whole thing in a jiffy. However, after a few more bites of the lasagne and the sauce, it started to churn my stomach a bit as the taste became a bit too strong after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banana souffle was marvellous as well with thick, creamy chocolate ice cream that really tasted like real cocoa. It had both quality and quantity! It wasn't like those small souffle that's the size of maybe the space created when the tip of ur 2nd finger and thumb touched, but it was the size of maybe the tips of ur two 2nd fingers and two thumbs put together. Worth the money totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were enjoying all that, I spotted this man sitting a few tables from us. He should be quite well into his age, prolly doing well in his business since he can afford to eat there, rather big size from enjoying all the chips and good food, looked really jolly like santa claus and was alone. As I was sitting facing him, I couldn't help but steal a few glances and I just felt really sad that he was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I saw, I think a possible story could be that he's single cos he's so dedicated to his career and he's doing so well to be able to eat at such a fine dining place and maybe he is a regular customer there cos the manager there was chatting with him. So he only works and when that ends, he goes for dinner and then goes home to an empty house with more work. Maybe even when something happens, there'll be no one who'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my thought! I'm not trying to curse him or sth! But knowing that there's a possibility this could be his story just fill me with such sadness. I think I'll be so sad and lonely if I have that kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that no one would have to be that way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekka festival is on in this month! And my mum and sis are fortunate enough to be able to catch it. It's only held once every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs $24 just to enter and every ride there is and every food u wanna buy all has extra charges. So it's like $7 to $10 for a ride. So if u combine everything altogether, it's quite costly to go there too. But well, everything is costly here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a few parts to the Ekka festival. One part of it was like a better version of escape theme park. With game booths like those shooting or hooking ducks or throwing hoops and all that to win prizes. And rides like ferris wheel, haunted houses, rides that throw u upside down, inside out and all over the place. The rides are really quite crazy I must say. A total notch up from escape theme park but not as big as Universal Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a livestock section too! Showcase of cows and sheeps and goats and calves and horses. Either for sale or just for showcase I'm not too sure but there were many of them and there was even this section where they leave them to roam and the public can enter in and take picture, pet, abuse or view them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they were quite distress. The lambs were bleating and running to the safehouses and some of the sheeps and cows just laid down and close their eyes and couldn't be bothered with everyone around them. Such a difference from Singapore. I don't ever think they'll allow such openess between animals and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And now, there would be a break as I've clothes in the dryer(I am still so fascinated with dryers! They make my clothes toasty warm and not in need of ironing!) and I have lecture to run to!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, coming out of the lecture hall right straight into the pouring rain. But that's for day #35. Continue with #34...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also another section where they had food... and wine... and more food... and more wine..... well u get the picture. My mum got oysters too and I miss miss miss my tabasco sauce while eating that. How can u eat oysters without tobasco sauce?! It just feels like there was a part missing! And I got a free treat from one of the staff there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mum came back with the oysters, I cleanly dropped all the forks onto the floor so I had to go back and get somemore. While there, the bartender beside the oyster stall dropped his cup over the counter and I helped him to pick it up. And just for that he turned to me and said, "For that, I shall give u a sample!" And smiled this really warm smile that made me feel really warm inside too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I had no knowledge about wines, don't even really like the wine taste but trying to act professional I just asked what he could recommend and he said, "How bout a bubbly wine for a bubbly girl." Ooooooooh! Totally made my day! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I happily hopped back with a plastic wine glass lookalike with prolly only 1/6 of it filled with a teeny bit of wine. It's not about getting the wine I feel, it's about the memory that lies behind it. And I keep that wine plastic thingy as a memory. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we prolly managed to walk the whole of Ekka and it was getting late and we were getting tired so we went back, had a nice naan dinner at Miss India which they totally enjoyed and then got ready to go to the airport. Taking the expensive train back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had the most shocking discovery that the expensive train ended service at 7.20p.m. and after that there's no train service nor bus service there. SO ridiculous and absurd! The airport is totally stranded from everyone else at such an early time! Seriously can't believe that! But thankfully, there's a bus which chanced upon that station and they were able to get to the airport safely whilst I went back to my room and unpacked all that I had gotten from Ekka and the stuff my mum and sis brought over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IThe six cups of Tom Yam instant noodles are proudly displayed in my room to entice everyone who comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that comes today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wet day. Not really very cold, a bit like SG weather when it rains really heavily too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More drawing of cells in bio practical lesson. I realized that when we were in secondary school, they nvr taught us to use a microscope. Hence, every time we used a microscope to see cells, we always had problems with it. Like not able to see the cells, getting blurred images, the image is too dark and so on and so forth! But now, I can proudly say that I know how to use a microscope and those problems are a past for me! Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came out of the lecture hall right into a heavy downpour. The first one I have encounter since I've been here! I was thankful for the windbreaker that I had put on and for the fact that I had deliciously warm Six Flavour soup waiting for me at home which my mum brought the ingredients over from SG for me to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of a good soup. (Y)(Y) Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could enjoy the soup whilst watching a show which my sister so nicely gave me. I chose 'The Last Song'. The one with Miley Cyrus. The first serious show she's in I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this show deserves 2 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I feel that her acting doesn't suit the serious character at all. She can't really naturally portray some of the emotions and its true that she does super a lot of pouting that gets a bit on my nerves after a while. Her facial expressions are also very fixed and very minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off, the storyline is very very very cliche but while, all this shows are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third off, the chemistry between them doesn't really feel very natural too. Like ok kiss here or hug there or whatsoever. So weird when he just grabbed her and they just kissed for like 5 mins or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I think the show didn't flow seamlessly at all, felt quite bored after a while and like there was some awkward pauses here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I din't really like the show. But I think the acting by the brother and the dad was good! Some phrases were relatively funny but that's all the perks of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like how can this compare to The notebook, also by Nicolas Sparks. That is one beautiful piece that flowed so seamlessly that it really captured you by the romance and the plot. Be it the actors or the story plot or the way the movie was being filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams were totally fabulous in the movie and they made me fall in love with them too as they acted and u could really feel the emotions that they were going through at each stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk to remember was awesome too! The music was good, the actors were good and it really made u feel all warm and fuzzy inside about how magical and fairytale like love could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Song is a poor adaptation be added to the collection of Nicolas Sparks movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that wraps up lemme see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days of events!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U prolly gave up reading halfway din't ya! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u had an enjoyable weekend too with the fireworks and NDP and friends and families and national day songs and red and white colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love u all!&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/12633213-2306503481509625702?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2306503481509625702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=2306503481509625702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2306503481509625702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2306503481509625702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/08/continuous-disappearance.html' title='Continuous Disappearance'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-966333531857015657</id><published>2010-08-05T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:56:27.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room inspection was today and it wasn't much of a big deal cos they didn't really check around or anything. Just randomly look at places and then gives a nod or asks a qn and that's it. And when they came knocking I just woke up so I had to hurry around trying to make myself look at least a lil bit more decent when they came a knocking on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, today's a slack and free day for me cos lecture was cancelled and I don't really have much to do. Actually I do, I have notes to read up and homework to finish. But gah, I have lots of time on my hand and when I do have time I tend to get really lazy and procrastinate about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to get my hands on a guitar though, thanks to my neighbour somewhere across the courtyard, and with that I could practice and learn new stuff. Yes! I shall learn up falling slowly cos it is such a pretty song and I do really wanna learn it and there's tutorial up on youtube that teaches it so explicitly well. But though my heart and mind wanna learn it up and prac and prac till I get it right, my fingertips protest and cry and won't let me play another note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingertips are now shining a nice bright red and are a lil swollen. I wanna practice though! Guess every instrument takes time to adjust. Like for piano though I think if I wanted to play a song now I can just play it, but it took many many years for the basic foundation and skills to build up to this level. And gosh I really hope that after so many months without touching a piano, my fingers would not rot away. That's the most I'm afraid of right now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running today too to try to get rid of the weight that I've put on. All the chips, carbohydrates and chocolate and what not that has been piling up. I think I am more unfit that I thought I was or due to different environmental conditions, I almost fainted like twice or thrice. I ran till my head really hurt and suddenly my vision got slightly fuzzy and infused wiwith those black spots which tells u that something's really up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop and sit down and get the blood back to my head or something. When I ran back, the same thing happened again. I wonder if its because I can't perspire here cos the cold and dry weather just prevents that or am I really that unfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I would not stop running because of this. I will definitely lose that weight and be fitter. YESSS I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna watch Inception, Despicable me and step up 3D. All in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is so laggy I wonder how I can even be typing this post and not getting stuck somewhere. And it cause my call to be dropped when I was talking with Aggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGS, had a great time chatting with ya! (Y)(Y) Wanna eat cakey with ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. JOLENE where are you?! Haven't talked to you in ages and U nvr replied my sms too! Miss ya! :)&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/12633213-966333531857015657?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/966333531857015657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=966333531857015657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/966333531857015657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/966333531857015657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/08/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-5667613289195170723</id><published>2010-08-04T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:17:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#28 &amp;amp; #29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this somewhat blearily. I took one cup of vanilla latte yesterday and without coffee today, I feel as if my brain is aching and not functioning. Gah, how terrible cold turkey is even for one cup of coffee! Imagine those who live their lives on coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda glad that we had GP in JC and that I went o JC and I took GP even if I scored a stinking lousy grade but well its the skills that matter. Cos I have a unit which requires me to write summaries and an essay like an Application Question and also wrriten assignments that seems very much like our Written Reports. So I am kinda glad that I did all these in JC. I just hope that what we learnt is what the school will accept. I can't imagine if the way they do things here are totally different from back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do feel as if I am eating too much and I feel so afraid to step on a weighing scale but yet I know I should because if I don't then I'll continue eating without knowing the depravity of the issue. So I was walking around my apartment today and lo and behold, I saw a weighing machine sticking out from under a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I hopped onto it, it showed 50 and I was so happy! Like I ate so much and yet retain my normal weight, so so happy. But then I got off and I got on again, and it showed me a totally new number! With that new number, I know that I have to get my lazy butt off the chair, pull on my new pair of running shoes and abuse them to good use! For fitness, for weight and for health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially today after the Msian Food Fest that they had and I bought a really expensive packet of Nasi Lemak which I did enjoy. The fried chicken, the chilli(still dreaming of chilli), the ikan bilis, and the rice! Food glorious food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I wanna eat, first, I'll have to jog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's inspection day and for today, my flat looks really nice and clean. The kitchen top's all cleaned up. The fridge is rid of some disgustingly gross and rotten food. The bathroom is rid of empty bottles and whatever disgusting stuff that lay there. The kitchen rubbish area looks quite clean for once. The balcony has been washed up too. So hopefully inspection won't take too long for tomorrow. I hope they don't step into my room with dirty pair of shoes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork's getting more into content now and I kinda like it I must say. I think SG school's has taught us well. That everyday we would be bombarded by knowledge till somehow when I go to school, I wanna feel like I'm understanding much stuff till my brain feels like bursting. I get that when I'm trying to understand Chemistry, Maths and trying to remember Bio. But now, my subjects aren't as heavy as Chem and Maths, but they pose different challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I feel as if I can get a good grade in my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY!&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/12633213-5667613289195170723?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5667613289195170723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5667613289195170723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5667613289195170723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5667613289195170723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-323854281753189840</id><published>2010-08-02T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:45:04.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is indeed changing. It's getting colder cos it's getting windier. Especially tonight when the trees were swaying dangerously back and forth that it seemed that their trunks would just snap into two. It seems so ominous in the dark night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that today's soup was rather a success. I enjoyed dinner a lot and I think I have been eating too much cos I keep cooking too much! I don't really know how to portion for a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rmbed that I had wanted to write about something but right now, I just can't remember. Therefore, I bid thee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&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/12633213-323854281753189840?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/323854281753189840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=323854281753189840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/323854281753189840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/323854281753189840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-1087272471007694839</id><published>2010-08-01T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:11:42.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFV88U4tTXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/D6-D7o_n3PM/s1600/DSC_6310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500439895743483250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFV88U4tTXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/D6-D7o_n3PM/s400/DSC_6310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; Credits: Ryan Chong, the photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I like this picture a lot! Cos the blue is just so blue and the white clouds like like streaks of fluffy white goodness in the sky that makes one wonder how amazing and marvellous God is to have created such pretty pictures everywhere for ppl to capture. But even by capturing it on camera can't show the real beauty of it I guess. Unless they used whatever settings to tweak it here and there, then maybe not really. But still, it's beauty lies with itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And right now I feel like that ferry too, yet alone again in this vast place. Don't get my wrong, I'm not very lonely but just that I've been around ppl these past 3 days that having to go back to my room and being prolly alone for the next week seems quite daunting a task now. I had too much fun on Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I went to church this morning and thankfully the driver din't forget me once again. I enjoyed the worship and some parts of the sermon before my brain failed and escaped my grasped again and from time to time I saw black. :x But overall it was good and met up with some Singaporean ppl who were there too and met some Korean friends too. I now know how to count in korean! I hope I don't forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;It felt so good to have ppl to eat lunch with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;It felt so good to have ppl to eat dinner with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And now that I'm alone again, it just feels weird being alone I guess. Then I start eating! Gosh I totally feel like going to the supermarket and buying more stuff tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;More food = more running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;It's time to start running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-1087272471007694839?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1087272471007694839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1087272471007694839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1087272471007694839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1087272471007694839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/08/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFV88U4tTXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/D6-D7o_n3PM/s72-c/DSC_6310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-6775308528774259697</id><published>2010-07-31T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:30:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Photos from the Brisbane French Festival:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhEyDEn8I/AAAAAAAAA4g/cScE1cMCZIg/s1600/17072010709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500057410964070338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhEyDEn8I/AAAAAAAAA4g/cScE1cMCZIg/s400/17072010709.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stage just beside the ferris wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhEUAn3QI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/82OgeBUfDXs/s1600/17072010711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500057402900733186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhEUAn3QI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/82OgeBUfDXs/s400/17072010711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhD9zJ4oI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oGYPZDDi7SQ/s1600/17072010712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500057396938662530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhD9zJ4oI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oGYPZDDi7SQ/s400/17072010712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;See what I mean by I don't wanna see their butts so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhDmtplZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Izd-NkE24po/s1600/21072010712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500057390741558674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhDmtplZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Izd-NkE24po/s400/21072010712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Lots of ppl rushing to catch the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhDA13kjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wf6ByN_p_SI/s1600/25072010713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500057380575482418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhDA13kjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wf6ByN_p_SI/s400/25072010713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Weird looking birdies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgB94SG4I/AAAAAAAAA34/-wnLtE3RCs4/s1600/25072010718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500056263088806786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgB94SG4I/AAAAAAAAA34/-wnLtE3RCs4/s400/25072010718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;How Close they'll come  just for food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgBRPlKQI/AAAAAAAAA3w/EUXCQh4np8g/s1600/25072010719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500056251106928898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgBRPlKQI/AAAAAAAAA3w/EUXCQh4np8g/s400/25072010719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgBMXVTqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/d_D5bZDsI2Y/s1600/31072010761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500056249797267106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgBMXVTqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/d_D5bZDsI2Y/s400/31072010761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Totally love this photo! Taken by: Moi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgAj8uPPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/VEcEO9gM7oA/s1600/31072010776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500056238948236530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgAj8uPPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/VEcEO9gM7oA/s400/31072010776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Sprawled out on the grass after a long day of running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgAFhzIpI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Fits1JCTrv8/s1600/31072010778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500056230782247570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQgAFhzIpI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Fits1JCTrv8/s400/31072010778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This is what makes the amazing G-race so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#24 &amp;amp; #25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I think I am getting lazier and thus my blog posts are starting to merge 2 into 1. Either that or I have boring days where I just laze at home and there's perhaps nothing quite so exciting to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lecture on Friday on nursing. The lecturer showed us a video on the history of nursing and I must say that we have indeed come a long way from being just a doctor's aide to being our own independent self. The more I hear about nursing, somehow, I feel that more confident that this is what I should do. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aggie was telling me how nice Europe is and the environment and the buildings are all those classy victorian style which I so so so definitely love. It has thus given me the option and perhaps the open-mindedness of maybe staying there for a few years to work! How nice it is to be able to live a few years in every country just to see how the culture is like. Even though it may be boring but it'll be a good experience. Afterall, if it's a country as pretty as europe, WHY NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susie's also interested and Ags said that she def wanna migrate there. Yay! Let's go together! Finally a trip that we have procrastinated for so long from since after A levels which obviously never happened. First topmost reason being that that we have no money by ourselves. So after studying and working a while, it is finally our chance to be together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that will thus be our dream starting from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today's Saturday and we had the amazing G-race organised by CCM which I had joined on campus. Plain out it's just a spin off amazing race with less distance to travel, less time needed, less tedious activites to be done, less dirty activities to be done, no stress in getting 1st, and just have to have fun and a shot at the $800 grand prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone's going, "$800 yeahh!! We must win that!!" All I can think about is, "Ahhh 8 a.m.! AHHHH!" Yeahhhh, I had to wake up 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning! Can't say that I've rather sleep then go for the event. But I wished it was a bit later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun doing the amazing G-race even though we had to do quite a bit of running and haven't not ran for many many months, I am seriously out of shape. But being able to run fast again, gosh it really gave me quite an adrenaline rush. I guess I can't really say I hate running huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was tiring having to rush here and rush there and complete the tasks which weren't too hard thankfully nor dirty also! Praise the Lord! It was fun with my team though. I felt that we had a lot of unity between the group members and all of us were really enthusiasthic and willing to do anything for the group. I've never felt like this since 4E4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it was such a fantastic time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the running and fatigue didn't go to waste when we at least have won 2nd runner up! Woooooo! I think I'm sometimes to use to losing that winning seems so surreal to me. But there we were up going up and being handled little plastic medals and food vouchers and doing the cheer which though it was dumb, I totally felt that I had no shame doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go team! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came home, uploaded photos, and pretty much slumping around till I get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have to wake up early again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnnnnn.&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/12633213-6775308528774259697?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6775308528774259697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6775308528774259697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6775308528774259697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6775308528774259697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/amazing-race.html' title='Amazing race'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TFQhEyDEn8I/AAAAAAAAA4g/cScE1cMCZIg/s72-c/17072010709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-2257128685201577891</id><published>2010-07-30T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:26:54.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Piano Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a post dedicated to Grand Piano Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Grand Piano Charlie just in time for my grade 8 exam but it was only for a short while that I think I really fully utilised its potential, jamming away at it with my technically hard supposedly grade 8 pieces which required its full rich sound and fast responsive keys which it did give a 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my grade 8 exam passed and I was just so happy that I had passed it and thus no longer have to take another practical exam. Then my Grand Piano Charlie sat forlornly at a corner whilst I took time off piano while I enjoyed other stuff and busied myself with school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my fingers just couldn't stopped themselves and all I know is that I wanna play piano again! So I did. I played back my pieces then but I couldn't give it back 100% because by then my fingers were weakening and muscles were losing their memory so wasn't really at optimum performance then. And I joined the worship ministry and started learning keyboard and had to practice my chords on a grand piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Piano Charlie must be sad that I am so under utilising it and yet happy cos I am playing it. This happened for a few months until here I am now, in another country and had to leave Grand Piano Charlie at home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was walking around shopping and I met my friend who was going up to a music store so I followed him. Grand pianos were full out on display and suddenly I could feel a pang of longing for Grand Piano Charlie. My fingers ached to touch the keys again and play whatever nonsense that I could think of but really it was just to express my soul and emotions into whatever I was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I realised how much I missed Grand Piano Charlie now and how much I really do love it and how great it has been. When I don't really wanna play it, it's there. When I really wanna play it, it's there. When I just need a source to vent out some kind of emotion, its there. It's always been there just waiting for me to touch its keys and to hear the soft melody emanating from the strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sturdy pal. I miss Grand Piano Charlie. I miss playing piano. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day of early disaster for me. I was so so so sleepy during morning lecture at 8. My eyelids were so so so heavy and nothing the lecturer said could register in my mind. I hardly know how I managed to just sit through that 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 hour lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was also a shopping day to run my errands cos that was my only lecture and I was free after that to go town with my friend. I have successfully gotten a new plan with a new number and a new phone that comes along with it and free 1gb broadband. So many free stuff! How do they cover their cost I wonder. So do ask me for my no. I can now definitely reply u back! U can even call me on skype whenever wherever or probably after I install it, cos I have free skype to skype calls! Awesome right! I feel so much more connected to the world right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my other stuffs done too and I felt so nice, settled and warm cos I had this checklist inside my head and as I finished doing stuff I could joyfully mark it off. I like having checklists and marking stuff off, gives u a sense of accomplishment that U have done something and there's one less or no more stuff to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've got my track shows already, I am going to start running!! Yes, my body is positively in need of good jogs and exercise. Even walking up and down the stairs is making me so breathless already. My stamina has plummeted and so has my fitness level. Yes, I do have to run! That will be my motivating factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Mao's Last Dancer' today and I thought that it was fantastic! It can be said as quite predictable in a way, but some parts are really nice. The dancing especially! I wanted to watch that so that I'll have the motivation again to go learn dancing and stop being lazy and skipping off each week. I think it worked. I can feel like there's something within me that wanna bursts forth in a dance but then I feel like my body is restricted in certain ways. So I shall break those restrictions, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is here and I think it'll pass by pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya agree? &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/12633213-2257128685201577891?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2257128685201577891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=2257128685201577891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2257128685201577891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2257128685201577891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/grand-piano-charlie.html' title='Grand Piano Charlie'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-161216776058296109</id><published>2010-07-28T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:12:25.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exceeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#21 &amp;amp; #22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days together in one cos my internet gave way yesterday and I'm reaching my cap! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days can also be put into one cos its two of my most busiest day where I have classes from morning till evening with many hours of breaks in between than pretty much gives me time to run back into my room and catch a few winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far tutorials are still kinda boring cos its the first week of tutorials and they're doing all the housekeeping and adminstration stuff again. I think I almost fell asleep in a few. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that lectures here are killer. In JC, one hour was enough already. By 1/2 hour we were feeling drained and tired and restless. So imagine having to sit through a lecture for 3 hours! And it's no fun and games dear, it's 3 hours full on of biology stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like cell structure and bio molecules squeezed into that 3 hrs to deal a blow to your head. For me it wasn't that bad cos it was like a recap, I bet for those who never took bio before, they must be having a real hard time. But still after the lecture I felt so drained and tired that I needed to treat myself for dinner by having cheese and garlic naan with curry again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I tried butter chicken but after a while, I din't really like it cos it was a bit sweet for my taste. But hot curry with delicious naan on a cold winter's night after a hard day of lectures and tutorials. Perfect~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining quite a lot here right now. Though its not sudden storms all at one go, its little rains here and there that start up quite suddenly then die down quite as suddenly. And yet I'm still able to wear shorts out. It's either I've aclimatised myself already or the weather isn't that cold. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days or maybe 3, I am up to book 5 of Vampire Diaries. Although when I first started reading I got quite annoyed with it also as they had the whole Bella and Edward Cullen constipated look kinda scene and some parts of the book I don't really get what the author is trying to put across but overall its much much better than the Twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the way of writing is better! It has thriller parts too which did put my hairs on end and since I was reading it till quite late, it made my heart flutter a bit faster at the thought of having to open my door to the darkness outside to go and bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are now swimming at looking at black against white for so long. Can't really focus on words now. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an early lecture tomorrow meaning that I have to wake up early again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look at the bright side, it gives me more hours for me to think up of stuff to do. But I have stuff to do, so hopefully tomorrow would be a day of many accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata and gdnights and I'm missing all of you like bees in a frenzy when they don't have their honey. I look at the good times we had and I feel pangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan dear, hopefully I can visit u sometime soon!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my flatmates and I would be like after about 5 months. Maybe then I can tell ppl that 'I'm going home.' and not 'I'm going back to my room.'. But home is such a strong word and I feel that if I did call here my home already, my grasp will start to loosen on the real home back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary thinking of that. :x &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/12633213-161216776058296109?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/161216776058296109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=161216776058296109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/161216776058296109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/161216776058296109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/exceeding.html' title='Exceeding'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-8320507646568587511</id><published>2010-07-26T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:16:55.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was overall not a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, finally, I planned everything and I accomplished it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vacuumed my room and the carpet looks so much greyer now! Either that or psychologically it tells me my carpet is not clean and thus it looks more grey now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my clothes. $3 for washing machine, $3 for dryer. Everything's costly I guess. But u know, i am so amazed by dryers. I thought they wouldn't dry properly so there would still be wet spots on my clothes and I'll need to air dry them out after. When I opened the dryer and I took out my clothes, they all felt so toasty and warm and 100% dry! My blouses also somehow seemed to straighten out after washing and thus no more ironing is needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay, I like doing laundry now. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while that was being done, I have a church friend who lives opp. me and another church friend was teaching him to play guitar! So they invited me and I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally learned to play a song! Consisting of only four chords, hehe. I hope I don't forget everything by the next time I get to touch a guitar again. It won't be that soon too thank God. My finger tips are now burning and swollen to the touch and a nice full shade of red. Need to sacrifice nice soft fingertips to play guitar. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time learning guitar and being away from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked soup again today. Watercress soup! At first when I tasted it, I thought I had failed again cos it was so bland and tasteless and was like water. And then I realised, I forgot to put salt. Again. -.- After the salt was added, it finally tasted like home's one! Successful yeahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the real start of semester. No more introduction or admin stuff already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures + Tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't crush 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/12633213-8320507646568587511?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8320507646568587511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=8320507646568587511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/8320507646568587511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/8320507646568587511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/guitar.html' title='Guitar'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-1291402115584416099</id><published>2010-07-25T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:30:17.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I woke up quite early today cos I wanted to go the early morning service at City Church and then hop off in the afternoon to Hope Church. So I got ready and all and went down at 9.30 to wait for the bus that was coming to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't come. I waited till 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so be it then. At least I have one more church service to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the free time that I had, I went to rent a dvd to take my mind off stuff and cook up an oatmeal breakfast which didn't taste so fantastic today. Issit the food, or issit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dvd renting machine is so convenient! It's just 5 mins away from my place and the machine will automatically dispense the cd. So no delivery or the need to post or whatsoever. Just go there, flip through the choices that they offered which is some pretty recent movies, swipe ur card and they'll dispense it out. When U wanna return, go back, swipe ur card and slot the cd back into the opening. Easy peasy and so convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie did cheer me up and took my mind off stuff but then since my laptop's screen so small, it wasn't much of a movie experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I started off for UQ where the church was being held. Wanted to go there early and enjoy the nature that they had there. The rivers, the grass, the trees and the smell of cold fresh air. I really enjoyed the solitude somehow though there were still people around feeding the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each bird made different sounds and sounds that I've never heard before because it came from birds I haven't seen before. I remembered I had bread so I half ate and half fed the bread. It was quite scary though because when they know that u have food, they come up really close to you and I was really afraid that they were going to peck at my toes and attack me and my bread. But they din't. It was quite fun too, cos when I throw the bread up in the air, different birds will swoop down and catch it mid air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with the birds gave me a little fun and company. Sad huh, my only company now is a flock of birds who are more interested in the bread than they are in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining when I was walking back to the church. So awesome. God stopped the rain in order for me to enjoy nature. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well service started and stuffs happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for dinner down at another chinese restaurant. I kinda liked the previous week better. I liked the tomato rice and the chicken that they had there! I felt much better during dinner, and somehow little by little I could feel the flame growing brighter and brighter inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have found friends. And yet something inside of me doesn't really trust that fact yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, back again to the four white walls in which I am now held. &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/12633213-1291402115584416099?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1291402115584416099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1291402115584416099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1291402115584416099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1291402115584416099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-5984064218655223179</id><published>2010-07-24T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:44:26.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the bbq for Singapore Student Association to get to know other Singaporeans down at Southbank. Yet another bbq for me but ... I didn't go in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wake up early to go to market again, but my eyes were rather tired so I snoozed in bed till my alarm clock gave up on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a little thrill when I see the market. It's so near to home, there's so many lovely nice things that they're selling, lovely food smells in the air, cute dogs romping around, children crying or eating, mums and dads milling around buying groceries together and just happy ppl all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus weather is so nice and cooling for a marketing day. I total loves market day! It gives me a thrill to buy stuff. I feel in the zone and I feel so happy to buying nice groceries at cheap prices. Have I said I love going to the market? I do, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always this craze about crepes somehow. At the Brisbane French Festival there was like a super super long queue at the crepe store too. Are they all so hungry for crepes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a crepe store at the market also and it sounded quite nice so I ended one for myself. Ham, eggs, cheese, some kind of sauce, pepper and then I said I wanted bananas too. I like bananas on crepes. Their nice! But when I said that, the chef gave me a cocked eyebrow look and said, "Bananas?" Like it's some crime to eat bananas with the rest of the stuff. I nodded adamantly. Yes I want bananas with my ham and eggs and cheese, is there a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din't say that out loud if that's what u thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cook wasn't very profound in English and I asked him and he's from France! Oooh, I have eaten crepes made by a French person(I daren't say chef cos I don't know) and either that I was very hungry or the crepes were really nice! A nice brunch/lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still deciding at that point of time if I should go for the bbq. Meet some Singapore students there also, talk a while, and when I get bored of trying to be friendly and introduce myself, I will zao to the city and buy some stuff that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was downcast, there was no bus to where they were bbq-ing. So heck, it's getting late anyway, they might already have finished and I would have made a wasted trip there. Instead, I took a bus down this shop called 'The Good Brother' I think to buy my printer and mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is like a warehouse of electrical stuff so I managed to buy a printer and a wireless keyboard and mouse. It's nice to type on a keyboard again and knowing that if I had to print something, I won't have to make a point to go to the library, top up my card and go print at 11c a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left the place a happy girl. Or maybe not so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus stop back to my place was nowhere to be found! After I walked quite a distance too. U might be thinking, 'Walk also complain.' I have no qualms with walking. Just not when I have heavy stuff in my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally underestimated how heavy and bulky a printer would be. Not to mention printing paper which is also terribly heavy and my keyboard and mouse. My hands were protesting against the weight with trembling and convulsing pulses. I thought I could handle it but I had to stop along the way and whenever I start, my hands threaten to tremble and give way. Then I reached a small shopping centre and lined neatly outside of it were... TAXIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard that taxis were really expensive in Australia and so I was still hesitant to take a cab. When I picked up the box again wanting to walk further on to find the bus stop, my hands immediately told my brain to walk to the first taxi. So yeahh, I took my first cab home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in complete horror looking at the meter. Flag down rate is $4. Every KM after that is $1.82 if I remember correct. Yes I can totally imagine the look of horror on ur faces, especially Jolene who loves to take cabs. :P The journey was only around 10-15 mins and it cost me $16-$18. Worth much? Yea, no more cabs except for dire needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and had everything set up, and I realised that my table just seem so small now even when I first saw it and I thought it was big. It was too late to cook soup too which was my initial plan and I had three defrosted chicken drumsticks waiting for me to do something with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I fried them! My first time drying chicken. Not too bad I must say and with the seasoning it would be much much better. But of course it made a huge mess of everywhere splattering oil on the wall, on the floor and a radius of more than 20 cm around it. -.- Oil has a life of its own too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss BBQ chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss food in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going out with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just having something to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the piano, ironing even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it will soon be revealed why God placed me here instead of somewhere else I could&lt;br /&gt;have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for the early service tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wake up, brain.&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/12633213-5984064218655223179?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5984064218655223179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5984064218655223179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5984064218655223179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5984064218655223179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/fry.html' title='FRY'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-7556059356666592053</id><published>2010-07-24T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:56:14.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 2 weeks now. The days are going to start blurring together and the nos. will no longer stand for the no. of days I've been here, but the no. of post I have since I've touched down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecture today was at noon and was supposed to run for 2 hours but only lasted about an hour. Since it was first lecture, it was all about housekeeping matters, assignment and all those. She also shows us a video that nurses made for nurses which got my quite excited and certain that I have made the right choice in choosing nursing as my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lecture, went walking around, at least enjoying some fresh air and enjoying some leg stretching time rather then running back to the apartment. Afterall, there's nothing much to do in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the welcome BBQ by CCM at Southbank. U know, in SG where we have to book and pay for the bbq pits but in Aussie the bbq pits are free and are just based on first come first serve basis! Meaning no fees, but u have to come rather darn early to get a pit I spose. And their bbq pits don't work on charcoal but on oil I think. So no slaving over charcoal and fire starters and fanning it to light up and smoke billowing out at you. One down part was that there isn't that really nice bbq smell that U get when U're bbqing chicken or sausages or just the bbq smell itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cleaner and neater I spose. Sadly, there's no Satay nor otah nor stingray nor buffalo wings nor sotong for the bbq. What's a bbq without satay man! So saddd! The sausages here are long, salty and real meaty. Not like those processed meat that we have at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lot of ppl came for the bbq. Majority of them are from China. Gosh I feel so out of place cos seriously some stuff that they say I have no idea wha they're talking about and even trying to express myself in Chinese is just so weird and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when there's a big group such as tonight, I like to just step back and take a look at the crowd. Too long in there makes me go @_@. I kinda like some space to myself too. Took a breather went to a patch of grass nearby and laid down gazing at the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quote is so apt for that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes the most important event in an entire day is the rest we take between two deep breaths." -Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so true. Having to talk to like everyone is so stifling for me. Step back, relax, and take a breather. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I count as a friend I wonder. Ppl keep asking me so have u made friends yet, and I could only look up at them and truthfully say, " Not friends but acquaintances only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess friends are ppl whom u're not afraid to pick up the phone and ask them out, and that they also regard u as a friend to go out with, and who'll take some time to ask u out for lunches too. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a smite lonely now I spose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's normal.&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/12633213-7556059356666592053?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7556059356666592053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=7556059356666592053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7556059356666592053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7556059356666592053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-3541944742905946252</id><published>2010-07-22T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:00:27.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that when I'm bored, I eat... And I've been eating, a lot... And I feel fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should buy myself a pair of running shoes and start running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly kill off some of the time I have, some of the boredom, some of the fat that I've gained, and also enjoy the nice cool weather which is so optimum for running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a really early lecture. I am totally not a morning person so having to wake up at 7 a.m. is so dreary. I really pei fu myself for being able to wake at 6 plus for those past yrs. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's either really cold today! Or I haven't been out at 8 a.m. in the morning and that's why I found it so cold. But it was really really cold today and as soon as lecture was over, I ran back to my room, kicked off my boots, switched on my heater and snuggled back into bed again. There I stayed for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally opened my eyes, drowsy and groggy and disoriented and peeked at my watch again, I was soooo horrified to see that it was already 3!! Wow, my dreams are really that long. Which means that vacuuming has to be postponed again. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I hopped by this bakery I saw across the street and that's when I refounded my love for bread again and rejoiced at the fact that I don't have to eat energy bars for breakfast almost every day. BREAD! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread and butter! TOTAL LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy more tomorrow cos I downed the 2 that I bought in one night. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So full now, and the energy is only used up by me sitting on the chair for like an eternity. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through the cards that I had received. And they made me feel so close to the ppl who sent them to me and so close to SG again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a new project that I'll embark on.&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/12633213-3541944742905946252?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3541944742905946252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=3541944742905946252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3541944742905946252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3541944742905946252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-4621004775980647912</id><published>2010-07-21T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:37:56.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nursing isn't about glamour or glory. You give of yourself in thousands of fundamental, essential ways because someone requires your care." Cathy Hake, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jolene Hooy that I managed to know this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was an early day with a morning lecture and it was suppose to run for 2 hrs but the teacher let us off 50 mins early. I should be happy she let us off early right? But all I could think of was, what am I going to do for the next don't know how many hours. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textbooks here are mad expensive. For Bioscience subject alone where we're studying anatomy and physiology and microbiology, two textbooks together costs $235. ~.~ Goshh, I don't know if I should even get them. Cos later it'll be like my JC biology textbook which is really thick and heavy too but yet I din't really use it much. So wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I headed down to the 2nd hand book shop and I purchased two at a discounted price and now I can officially say that I have study materials and that I am perhaps a smite more prepared to study and hopefully get a high GPA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with so much time I have to try to keep myself preoccupied right, so I went to the city and went to the post office and finally get my mail. I was hungry so I went to this food court and alas, there was KFC. Fine, I shall have some comfort and familiar food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whipped potato with gravy was bad, the coleslaw was nice though they put in onions and spring onions and I hate them both, the chicken was oily, salty and fatty, but they gave me butter for my bread and a nice bottle of orange juice. In SG, if we wanted to exchange the drink for an orange juice, we'll prolly have to have additional charge incurred but here nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda miss chilli though. :( Sweet garlic chilli where we can dip the chicken breast meat in and enjoy. There's no chilli here, bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of whether I should check out this dance school that I had registered for. Do a bit of exercise. But I think laziness and a bit of scaredness stopped me and though I was already heading for Central Station I detoured and went to take the bus back. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was gassed on the way back. So many ppl smoking!! I really felt like I couldn't breathe! GOSH! I seriously hope the smoke didn't get sucked right into my brain and do damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and though it was dark, it was only about 6. So fine, went to cook potato and carrot soup! Another nice hot soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through enjoying my nice hot meal, this alarm suddenly went off in my room! I din't even realise it was there and my room was already so small so the alarm sound was bouncing off the four walls. It was a fire drill I think. And the thing was like "Please evacuate immediately" Beep Beep Beep. I was so annoyed! But it wasn't long before they let us in and I could once again enjoy my soup which was so nicely soaked up by the pasta. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, I feel so happy that I've inspired my dear Aggie pal to blog too! I miss u dearie, I miss LL dear too and Susan dear and Jolene dear and Jan all the way over to Canberra and everyone else. Miss you all lots! Wish u all were here and we could rock this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's lecture is even earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more hours for me to have to think up of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&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/12633213-4621004775980647912?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4621004775980647912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=4621004775980647912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4621004775980647912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4621004775980647912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/kfc.html' title='KFC'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-5758911874384268916</id><published>2010-07-21T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:33:28.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, please do not click on any links in the tagboard unless you're really sure u know who they are. I don't wan my tagboard to be the source where u kena virus or sth. :( So beware!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Mummy and Jiejie are coming down to visit me in Brisbane during August when its mummy's birthday. But seriously, I don't really know what things we can do here besides visiting parks, shopping and checking out views up on Mt Cootha. Any ideas anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhs, late classes has made me lazy! I've been procrastinating my wake up time till pretty late, snoozing my alarm clock for hours till I think it's spoilt now. U know how when u snooze it should ring in another 5 mins? Mine rings in about 1 min, or 2 mins or like 15 mins. -.- Definitely spoilt huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to vacuum today but ah well, gotta put it off till another day. :x A very nice friend/blockmate of mine cooked porridge and brought me some as well! It was nice of her and the porridge was nice too. Arigato gozaimasu~ *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a first for me. To go in when the sky is bright and to come out when the sky is dark and stars are already shining and twinkling brightly. Ok maybe not so brightly but well, I think its being covered up by all the streetlamps. The lights from the streetlamps mars out the light from the twinkling stars. So if u wanna see stars, go to a field with no streetlamps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 3 hrs lecture and I thought I wouldn't fall asleep cos the lecturer is humorous and interesting and I like him! He seems so approachable and easy going .(Y) And as he puts it, no question or answer is a silly one. Goshh, makes me bold enough to shout out something in that vast lecture theatre. I've always been one who doesn't dare to do it in big groups. How teachers always asks a question and ask u to shout out an answer. Nahh, I always let someone else do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did fall asleep, somewhere in the middle of... lemme see... him going through about the different systems of the human beings. Endocrine system, lymphatic system, digestive system... yada yada... zzz. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he went through some of the biology and chemistry stuff, I realised how much I've forgotten and how much I need to recap on again. I even forgot what a peptide bond is made up of already! But I can say that the stuff I learnt in JC, bio and chem, can definitely help me to understand this subject more than others who don't have this background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going JC is not a waste afterall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I've a morning lecture which means I can no longer procrastinate the time that I have to wake up at and also it means that I have a whole day that's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that means I need to think up of more stuff to keep me busy and occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. &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/12633213-5758911874384268916?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5758911874384268916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5758911874384268916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5758911874384268916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5758911874384268916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-1623632843306896140</id><published>2010-07-19T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:32:08.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cook finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that there are super many super many crows here and that they are so so noisy? Cawing all the time! SG ones don't caw, but here they caw loud and strong and over and over again till u feel like shooting em down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked my first dish today! Soup with chicken with potato with carrots with cauliflower with broccoli with pasta with garlic with ginger. Sounds nice? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, still craving for other tastes. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night lecture tomorrow! First class of the sem!&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/12633213-1623632843306896140?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1623632843306896140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1623632843306896140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1623632843306896140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1623632843306896140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/cook-finally.html' title='Cook finally'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-1052164076664877792</id><published>2010-07-18T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:44:52.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I slept an awful lot today and I woke up really late today though I was planning on waking up earlier. Oh dang, it escaped me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But couldn't sleep no more, cos there was church in the afternoon and I was visiting Hope Church which was down at the University of Queensland which was really big and had a big pond and big nice fields to sit on and look much more like a country like uni. :( I want that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was alright, most of em were international students from University of Queensland and QUT, cos the session was for the Youths mainly. Well, church everywhere is still church right, Worship and Message and Altar Call. So it felt a bit annoying when ppl keep coming up to me and asking 'How was church?'. What am I suppose to respond to these kind of questions, the answers that they're looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, joined them for dinner! They were going to fortitude valley which was the Chinatown of Brisbane. Well one of em actually. Yayyyyy! I got to eat chinese food once again! Food that I was craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOODLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEGGIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAST CHICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessss! I am very happy today because of all the great food that I had and then I was nicely driven all the way back home. Yay for friends in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow signals the start of school semester.&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/12633213-1052164076664877792?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1052164076664877792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1052164076664877792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1052164076664877792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1052164076664877792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/chinese-food.html' title='Chinese food'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-3752263378892916773</id><published>2010-07-18T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:57:01.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I can't believe I have so correctly documented the days I've been here. It's been 11 days already yo! Soon it's going to be a month! Not so homesick now, though I'm missing food terribly. Hokkien Mee, Chicken rice, Bbq Stingray, Bbq chicken wings, pasta at Liquid's, Mee Hoon Kuay, gosh I'm making myself hungry listing everything down. $2.50 chicken rice, I want you! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was market day! Conveniently situated right in front of my hostel along the road. They really sold stuff in pretty big sizes. I wished I could buy some stuff but they were so huge I think they're going to spoil even before I can finish em. The cabbage is prolly the size of my head or even bigger! But I bet they're less expensive than the supermarkets I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally bought some eggs. It was so nice to be able to eat hard boiled eggs. Eggs never tasted so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lugging everything home, my arms felt like they've just lifted weights. They were like two blocks of iron hanging off my body and even as I tried to eat my cereal, they wouldn't lift up. But I'm happier to see that I have groceries now and am able to start cooking my soupies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIF is totally my friend! With JIF, I washed and clean the sink and the kitchen top and the dining top and they're gleaming I dare say. They just scream to shout, "CLEAN!" Or maybe its just my imagination. I am so happy to see the table top so clean now though it'll prolly be messed up soon. I realised one of my house mates isn't that clean, always leaving stuff in the sink that I wash up sometimes. Clean table top (Y) Good. Next would be the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to cook for dinner but instead went out to visit the Brisbane French Festival with a friend. It was like a showcase for the French people in Brisbane. So they had food, shops and performances. Most booths were pretty much closed already and food was running out. There was a huge huge huge queue at the crepe stall so immediately siam away from that side. Had pork sausages. They call it by a name starting with 'M' but I totally can't recall that name and its suppose to be hot and spicy sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on and see if my asian tongue can stand the spiciness! The texture of the meat was really different than the ones that we eat back home. U can totally taste the chunks of real meat in it. Can tell its totally meaty and authentic but spiciness lvl = 0. Totally not spicy at all. -.- Wonder why they call it hot and spicy sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught some performances, the Can Can was one of them. It was ermmmmm, weird. Cos the whole time they were either kicking, or showing their butts to the audiences like a lot a lot of times. I don't wanna see their butts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cpl in front of us eating Fish and Chips and the smell so deliciously wafted over to our side and I was reminded of the totally delicious beer batter Fish and Chips over at Mercure hotel. Saw a stall selling fish and chips! Couldn't resist! :D But the fish was battered so the flour was pretty thick, which wasn't all that great too. But well, it quelled the cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUP tomorrow! And church. Hope my soup would be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious soup on a cold winter's night. Sounds awesome. &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/12633213-3752263378892916773?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3752263378892916773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=3752263378892916773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3752263378892916773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3752263378892916773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/market.html' title='Market'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-4429406603169881832</id><published>2010-07-16T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:51:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about intl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really nice no-alarm-clocking-annoyingly-waking-me-up sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eftpos(i think) is the name for Nets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i thought my eftpos card would be ready for collection today at the post office in the city. Went down to the post office wanting to collect it but then it was still not there! Bahhh, take so long to process the account and card. In SG, getting my nets card was so easy! Here it takes too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a wasted trip to the city. -.- Drank bubble tea again though! A guy came by me and asked where I got the bubble tea from. Lol! I think he hasn't been here too long also and craving for bubble tea too! Where its so popular to be holding that in ur hand in SG, here I don't really see many ppl drinking bubble tea. Not popular here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for an outreach organised by the CCM- Campus Christian Movement. They were doing recruiting for their club during orientation and participate in Hope Church. So I went along, to make friends and also to see if it was a net group I could join too. Thankfully, one of the members stays above me on another floor so at least I know one person also living in the hostel! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time I've travelled so far South. Felt rather unnerved cos not used to being so far from home. &gt;.&lt; But at least there were people bringing us to someone else's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're really so many asians in Brisbane. In the group that was there, there were Koreans, Thais, China ppls, Msian ppls, and there was also a girl from Solomon Islands. Talk about diversity man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite fun talking to them and making friends and all that jazz that they do. It was like a net outreach but with really a lot of new ppl cos they target all the freshies coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I feel tired after the whole talking session. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdnights! Tomorrow's market day. Early day for shopping! :)&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/12633213-4429406603169881832?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4429406603169881832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=4429406603169881832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4429406603169881832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4429406603169881832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/talk-about-intl.html' title='Talk about intl'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-6141464510382675740</id><published>2010-07-15T19:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:27:04.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Random photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;View from mah hotel window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79KYYPY0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/jcoC_TKYAbU/s1600/07072010686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106950223225666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79KYYPY0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/jcoC_TKYAbU/s400/07072010686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79KJg2xeI/AAAAAAAAA3I/dTOpmkVIas0/s1600/07072010687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106946232829410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79KJg2xeI/AAAAAAAAA3I/dTOpmkVIas0/s400/07072010687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79JvmH0nI/AAAAAAAAA3A/bm8Bfd8klnI/s1600/08072010687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106939275596402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79JvmH0nI/AAAAAAAAA3A/bm8Bfd8klnI/s400/08072010687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Beds for me to choose from!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79JDA83xI/AAAAAAAAA24/5Dv2y5OYgT0/s1600/08072010688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106927308529426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79JDA83xI/AAAAAAAAA24/5Dv2y5OYgT0/s400/08072010688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78vfkwRhI/AAAAAAAAA2w/rJ-RKz9rIxw/s1600/10072010689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106488298292754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78vfkwRhI/AAAAAAAAA2w/rJ-RKz9rIxw/s400/10072010689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Conservation project hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78u1uep4I/AAAAAAAAA2o/fAM0SiLlqaA/s1600/10072010690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106477064791938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78u1uep4I/AAAAAAAAA2o/fAM0SiLlqaA/s400/10072010690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78uhUQwcI/AAAAAAAAA2g/L24kWCHC1UI/s1600/10072010691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106471586120130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78uhUQwcI/AAAAAAAAA2g/L24kWCHC1UI/s400/10072010691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Ferris wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78t6aAr8I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VBZ0N9kOJmQ/s1600/10072010692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106461141249986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78t6aAr8I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VBZ0N9kOJmQ/s400/10072010692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78tcN3L9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nm234rWZnqg/s1600/10072010693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494106453037232082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78tcN3L9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nm234rWZnqg/s400/10072010693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78LWtNlWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/87R5cO9x5N0/s1600/11072010694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494105867442558306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78LWtNlWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/87R5cO9x5N0/s400/11072010694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Cables the trains still use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78K3tiu1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/nRd9jg0aHT8/s1600/11072010695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494105859122445138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78K3tiu1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/nRd9jg0aHT8/s400/11072010695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Old train :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78KjjVAMI/AAAAAAAAA14/HLlXjWd-hjs/s1600/11072010696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494105853710893250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78KjjVAMI/AAAAAAAAA14/HLlXjWd-hjs/s400/11072010696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Lots of graffiti along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78J6sYwbI/AAAAAAAAA1w/EPo4oGuOFf8/s1600/14072010700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494105842743034290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78J6sYwbI/AAAAAAAAA1w/EPo4oGuOFf8/s400/14072010700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;River stage where they had the bushdance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78JYDHYFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TKBlNZ9oMfI/s1600/14072010701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494105833443123282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD78JYDHYFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TKBlNZ9oMfI/s400/14072010701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77OFEzgSI/AAAAAAAAA1g/2Yl9W6XgJ3c/s1600/15072010702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494104814737654050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77OFEzgSI/AAAAAAAAA1g/2Yl9W6XgJ3c/s400/15072010702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;My $16.45 Curry dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77NgRLFcI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3jBQNnsmPYk/s1600/15072010703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494104804857419202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77NgRLFcI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3jBQNnsmPYk/s400/15072010703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Boots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77NFGQogI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mD8mxr1Zf_c/s1600/15072010704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494104797563888130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77NFGQogI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mD8mxr1Zf_c/s400/15072010704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Table which is already messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77M5OWSdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/7fkQAPtwVHE/s1600/15072010705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494104794376587730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77M5OWSdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/7fkQAPtwVHE/s400/15072010705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;For the sake of colourfying the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77MIgMISI/AAAAAAAAA1A/p921-WrJEt4/s1600/15072010706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494104781298082082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD77MIgMISI/AAAAAAAAA1A/p921-WrJEt4/s400/15072010706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-6141464510382675740?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6141464510382675740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6141464510382675740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6141464510382675740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6141464510382675740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/TD79KYYPY0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/jcoC_TKYAbU/s72-c/07072010686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-4403342795572965324</id><published>2010-07-15T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:57:43.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likey the song "unto you" by PlanetShakers!&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it sth happened to the post I typed before this. So I have to retype again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm clock rang at 9a.m. and I snoozed it till 9.35a.m. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up rush around like crazy and dash off to school for 10a.m. session of academic writing. Nothing else to do after that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the hostel and boredom caused me to start stalking ppl on facebook and posting up more stuff and commenting on more stuff. Then my friend asked me if there was anything do in Brisbane and then it hit me that yea prolly I should go see what's Brisbane good for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research shows that it's good for zoos, more nature parks, more animal parks, and well, nothing really did seem particularly interesting. Sighs, scrap it. I could just prolly go to the Botanical gardens and sit in the cold and emo and cuddle up in a warm jacket with a book. Sounds awesome? Or sound madly cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did manage to find some dance schools! Shall check them out next week when I've only have lectures. All's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became dark and it became night and I decided that after days of not eating properly I shall indulge in some chicken at the Red Rooster which ppl said were on the Kelvin Grove road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with vague image of the map, and vague instructions from the check out ppl at woolies, I set off to just walk and try to find the place. I don't know why I'm rather big on walking here in Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch out one side of your arm and note the length between ur hand and ur shoulder. That was how big the bat that flew over my head was! I was so afraid it was going to land on me or come flying straight at me. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached to one big road and I saw a red stall to the left. And while Red Rooster, the store should be red right! But when I got nearer, instead of saying Red Rooster it was Miss India. Oooh! Indian shop, well curry wouldn't be that bad right. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop was really quite ulu. Like just right smack in the middle of all the residential area. So it was pretty quiet. I ordered chicken curry masala and cheese garlic naan and a salad. Guess how much it cost me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER WHOPPING $16.45. Jaw drop! I miss eating naan at Muthu's curry or Shami Banana leaf. I'm really starting to miss SG where I can always go out for dinner and could just get a bowl of noodles for $3.50 Missing noodles now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the salad was just a small cup and it cost me $2. =.= I seriously wonder why's that Aussie has so much produce of their own and yet their food is so ex. While SG has to import most of its food products and we can still have such cheap food. Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food came pretty quickly. Naan was quite a lot though. Like in triangle small pieces around like 10 of em. And though the curry came in a small bowl, it was quite filling. And the salad... sighs sad case. The naan was really quite nice! They had cheese really in between of the naan and with garlic it tasted really awesome. I could say a bit nicer than the ones I had in SG. The curry was really nice too! The chicken was very tender. The best part of it was that it was warm. Nice warm curry on a cold winter day. Doesn't that sound awesome? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a way, worth the money or not? I have no idea. Though it was nice, I still think it's pretty pricey. Can't really eat that when u want to. :( After dinner, a nice stroll back to the hostel with my nice warm jacket and nice warm boots with the cold wind blowing against you stars shining over you and bats squealing(is that the sound they made?) in trees. Overall, I like the peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise that another friend of mine is also in Australia! WELCOME MEIYANG&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so lonely anymore. I've got friends to text and call! :)&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/12633213-4403342795572965324?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4403342795572965324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=4403342795572965324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4403342795572965324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4403342795572965324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/curry.html' title='Curry'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-6814743323619768417</id><published>2010-07-14T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:13:05.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After reading my post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;After reading my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &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/12633213-6814743323619768417?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6814743323619768417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6814743323619768417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6814743323619768417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6814743323619768417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-reading-my-post.html' title='After reading my post'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-2936024199593716925</id><published>2010-07-14T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:08:11.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two sessions today of talks about Being New to Brisbane and Qns about QUT but I switched my alarm off and continued sleeping till 1plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lost my courage already and my enthusiasm and my energy in meeting people or facing the world alone. I din't feel the push to go for any of this anymore. All I felt like doing was to just coop myself up in the room and do whatever I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally pulled myself awake begrudgingly cos the sun was shining at me. Made myself a cup of oats with cereal and plunked myself in front of the computer. I felt like I was at the beginning of the U curve. The happy, sad and lonely then the happy again curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had registered for a Bushdance event later in the evening and I was seriously contemplating not to go for it. Big group of ppl, not sure what's gonna happen, in the mood of social isolation- I've rather not go. But I knew if I went I could prolly meet some new ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went online and started chatting with ppl. I told Zeena and Susan of my plight and my sad sad self now and asked them if I should go for the Bushdance event. Lol Zeena said it sounded barbaric! But both convinced me to go for it as a way to meet ppl and also not to just stay in my room and bore myself out. It is really pretty boring. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun went down and it became dark and totally din't see the mood for the bushdance event but I just went, somehow not really having the energy to think that I am actually going for it. I think I had lack of sugar in my brain so I just seem to be going through the motions and not really thinking about it. Which is good I guess. Sometimes thinking too much makes u lose the will to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh I realised that in Brisbane, there are highways just for buses!! Meaning that the buses and the cars travels through a different route and at the bus stops, there would only be buses travelling by there. Makes the bus stops so ulu! But the busways are nice in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my feet managed to take me all the way to the river stage which was pretty nice! It's like a stage with a big patch of grass in front of it and a space for dancing too. The grass is so unlike SG, it really was nice to sit there and lie on the grass and stare at the stars! Much more than SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached there early and there was only a small group of ppl there. Feeling pretty disoriented I went up the big lawn and just plunked myself a few feet high in the dark to just watch the band playing there. You know, social isolation. I don't really like big groups. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the wind was blowing and it was quite cold and I was shivering! So no choice I had to go to one of the fire lanterns with real fire burning inside to warm myself up. Immediately when I went there, I started chatting with these three really friendly ppl. Two of em from philippines and one from indonesia. The one from Indonesia really looked like my old maid! I thought maybe its her sister or sth. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right away, I had some acquaintances already. Then after that I met another Taiwanese girl. Really friendly and she had the same mindset as me. Why's it that we come to Australia but some ppl just wanna stick to their own race and ppl from their own country? I don't wanna come Australia just to meet SG ppl and stick with em. Than I may as well stay in SG right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dancing started. Quite fun to see em dancing cos I was eating and din't join in. My first sausage in Aus. Yummy! Though it did cost me $1.50 for that. But the sausage was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met another guy from Saudi Arabia who asked me if I wanted to join in, so I went with him. The dance was really quite lame. It's the same moves repeated a few hundred times. ~.~ But the band was good! They played really well. We did dances like Hokey Pokey and Macarina and some other what nut dance and other weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be able to dance again!! But just spontaneous moves, more of jumping and all. Nothing really much. Still feels really unstretched though tired with all the running and jumping! The interesting thing was that I felt the ppl there who were more spontaneous and friendly were not the locals but those from Sri Lanka. There was a group of them there and when we were dancing in a circle, they just randomly go up to you and pull you into the centre to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda made a fool of myself too. But nvm, all for the fun loving nature of dance yea! :D So overall I think it ended on a good note, and now I don't feel so emo and sinking into social desperation. I realised that I had a wrong mindset, I shouldn't think that I wanted to meet new ppl to like become lifelong friends or sth. Like in JC, when we meet someone, we would like stick together to go eat together or study together or sth. But in Uni now, you meet ppl just to have fun there and be in contact, but u can't really study with them or eat with them like in JC cos all studying different subjects and studying in different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meet people and meet more ppl to know ppl and have fun. Not to just stick to have a clique or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Susan and Zeena for giving me the courage to go for this bushdance!! &lt;3 you all lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's another day, I wonder what'll happen again. &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/12633213-2936024199593716925?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2936024199593716925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=2936024199593716925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2936024199593716925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2936024199593716925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/rebound.html' title='Rebound'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-2832267208310192722</id><published>2010-07-14T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:24:55.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I finally enrolled today and chose my class allocations slot! Gosh what a difference from Junior College! I only have like 4 lecture slots, 1 practical slot and 3 tutorial slots. I have monday off and I have one lecture per day only. I nvr knew I would have so much free time on my hands while studying at the university. But perhaps all the assignments would fill in the times, hopefully. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Orientation ended rather early for me today. Had the Faculty of Health actual welcoming session where they shared lots of information and reminded you what u needed and everything. Out of all the international students there, I think a lot of them are from Korea! I wonder why its so popular for Koreans to come to Australia to study! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;There were also students from Bulgaria, Nigeria, Hong Kong, China, Oman, India, Norway, Philippines, Brunei and etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Din't know where to go after orientation ended. Going to the city seems so troublesome cos I just lived across the street from the campus. Really man, what else can I do here?&lt;br /&gt;Finally did manage to cook something today! Though I was still really wary of the kitchen cos it still looks very dirty ~.~ And the light is super super dim. I think they're so stingy on lights till we might just go blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I hope I would be able to find more stuff to do! Cook. Drive. Dance. And what not.&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/12633213-2832267208310192722?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2832267208310192722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=2832267208310192722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2832267208310192722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2832267208310192722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-8396957328613128713</id><published>2010-07-12T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:30:53.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying too hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling pretty low today after I came back to my room. Hadn't made any friends today though I met a few ppl. But perhaps it's just too early to consider them as friends yet. I felt rather tired. Cos I think I was trying too hard to be optimistic, friendly, outgoing(though I'm not so much of this), confident and strong to be able to pass through these days by myself. Like eating by myself, roaming around by myself, shopping by myself. Though I quite like the solitude, but I also couldn't let the solitude get to me and not join anything or talk to anyone and be in my own world cos I'm not that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps I am trying to hard to be someone I'm not and I should just settle myself down and concentrate on starting school and studying. Everytime I found a really good friend, it always takes months or even up to a year to find them. So I should just let it settle and not bother too much about making friends right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so so so so glad to be able to hear Janelle's voice and talk with her! It really felt like the highlight of my day! Finally knew how she was faring in Canberra! She says it's really really cold there like going to minus degrees. She hasn't set up her internet yet so she can't really fb or msn or skype ppl. Her school is super super pretty, like a country house. I'm jealous!!! But she's well and fine, so everyone who was wondering how she is, she's fine. She'll be online soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep myself preoccupied, I tried taking bus for the first time today from my campus. Quite fast, only a few stops to the city and normal bus fares of $1 plus. Walked around Queen street again, went to find brunch! Bought a sandwich and a hot chocolate for a whopping, rip-off amount of $10! Gosh, with that I could prolly buy a steak already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finished all my bank stuff, and walked to Gardens Point for the welcome reception for International students in QUT. It was a pretty long walk and my UGGs gave me blisters!! :(( So I had to tip toe all the way home after that. The talk was pretty boring, and some stuff like we were already told, so not much of a point. Met some ppl, acquaintances~ Signed up to be a member of some Singapore club in QUT. National Day's coming!! Prolly gonna have some activity on that day &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think drinking mineral water added to my diarrhoea so have to absolutely buy a kettle to buy all the water first. My tummy's to use to boiled water back home! And I bought 2 huge 800G cereal boxes for $10! So cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were having welcome bbq i think in the hostel tonight, and I felt so disconnected from them. Sighs... how long till I really be a part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting. Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Thanks for all the birthday wishes! &lt;3&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/12633213-8396957328613128713?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8396957328613128713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=8396957328613128713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/8396957328613128713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/8396957328613128713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/trying-too-hard.html' title='Trying too hard'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-3792688081895158913</id><published>2010-07-11T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:13:06.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to type this blogpost after I bathed cos it's getting rather late here and when its late, it gets really cold and I'll start shivering. But bahh, I wanna type first! So I shall quickly type this post out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy left today in the afternoon. As I watched the SIA plane flew off, the only SIA plane btw, I knew that I was really cut off from SG with no friends and family here, just a new path ahead. I couldn't help but shed some tears(or maybe it could be also from the discomfort of diarrhoea... zzz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tears aside, after wiping them off, I set off on my newfound freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time taking the trains in Aussie. They had a GO card, which works the same as an EZlink card so it wasn't that much of a change. Their trains still ran withe the cable on top, and looks pretty old and countrylike, not much like our SG trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the train arrived, another man and I were waiting for the doors to open. I was wondering why the doors won't open after a few seconds, when another man swooped in and pushed a button on the train. Cheyyy, the doors not automatically open one, still need to push! But well at least I know now and won't be like an idiot waiting for the train doors to open the next time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only 4 stops, I think, to Brisbane Central where I wanted to go to the Commonwealth Bank to do some detailing stuff. When I tapped off, I get a huge huge humongous shock!! The trip from airport to Brisbane Central, 4 stops only, cost me a whopping $15!! $15!!! I was so shock!! I can't believe a train ride from airport can cost that much! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$15 U KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I managed to find my way to Queens Street again which is like our Orchard road. But the bank was close, so feeling hungry, I decided to get something to eat. Many of the shops were closed already, like wth, it was only around 3+ in the afternoon?? At one lonely foodcourt place, I found a Chinese and Thai stall selling packed food for only $3.95! In Aussie, that's a real bargain. And they even sold &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED PEARL MILK TEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first RED PEARL MILK TEA in Aussie! Was quite nice! Food was also quite nice! But din't have much of an appetite cos my digestive system hadn't really recovered. :( I was thinking of visiting a church that evening cos it's Sunday! And I felt weird if I din't go to church. Still had lots of time left so went to shop around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally bought my UGGs!! I don't know how much I'll wear them though and consider that they're a bit pricey too. But well maybe when I wear them once, I'll wear them forever and always and make sure that they're well worth the money spent! I spent quite a long time in trying to muster up the courage to buy. Don't know why too. ~.~ I kept hopping between this souvenir stall and the original UGG stall cos the souvenir stall sold it cheaper but had limited choices and the ppl din't help you. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit self conscious going back into the stalls cos I kept going into them so often, I kinda wondered if the ppl recognized me already. -.- But finally, finally decided on a pair of boots! Pls let me like it so much that I'll wear it all the time, if not I heart pain to spend so much on them. Like my Sanuk, I totally love my Sanuk! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prancing around between the shops cost me, and I had only about an hour or so to get to the church. But then, I kept thinking like it's getting late and I wanted to stop by WoolWorths to get something. Made my way to the bus station to catch a bus back to my hostel but that I think the Holy Spirit kept on convicting me to go and visit that church. SO I was like, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OKAY GOD I AM GOING TO GO TO THAT CHURCH&lt;/span&gt;, and I U-turned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train intervals here are really quite long. Had to wait 8 mins for a train. Not like SG where can wait a few minutes for the train to arrive. But even at like 5+p.m. which is SG's peak hour on a normal weekend, the train was so empty. So surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got off the station and the station was really so ulu. And there was nobody there, and I was so afraid cos I didn't know where to walk to! I followed these kids through a small back alley. So scaryyyy!! I kept on praying to God to protect me and keep me safe and not let anything happened to me. The whole place was devoid of human souls, like a ghost town. :( I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for google maps. Had to use google map on my phone which is gonna cost on my SG bill :( But it saved me and showed me the way! Phewwww. Before that, I kept on praying &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GOD U WANTED ME TO COME TO CHURCH SO PLEASE GUIDE ME AND HELP ME FIND MY WAY AND PROTECT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started walking and there were ppl behind me, and I was so scared! I don't like ppl walking behind me, like stalking me. ~.~ Anyway they overtook me and something made me look at what one of the guy's were holding. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THEY WERE GOING TO THAT CHURCH TOO! *RELIEF SIGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they nicely allowed me to followed them there! Thank God for angels man! He sent them to protect me and guide me! Cos they were two guys and both taller than me ~.~ Yay for protection! And hence I reached the church safe and sound. Thank you God! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship was great! Sermon was great too~ Apparently they're a missions church too. So I felt a bit at home. And the place wasn't too crowded with like throngs of ppl so it wasn't too overwhelming. Thank God for those two guys who introduced me to the Young Adults pastor there and the bus driver. The bus driver drives to suburbs to pick ppl up for church and he comes to my hostel too! Woooo! Does this mean that God wants me to join this church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a free ride back to my hostel. Got to know some ppl at least. All's well. No more excitement for today please! Tomorrow's gonna be another day. Rest well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act up again tummy. *warns*&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/12633213-3792688081895158913?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3792688081895158913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=3792688081895158913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3792688081895158913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3792688081895158913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-722209129082874016</id><published>2010-07-10T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:38:29.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Daddy's last night here which means that I would be totally and irrevocably alone in Brisbane by myself. Strength Lord Strength! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night in my hostel room, not too bad I guess. Livable and breathable. I think I'm getting the hang of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bribie Island today. Name sounds funnehh, like bribing. Had to drive up about 1/2 and hour to that island which doesn't really have anything except nice beaches, ponds, birds and scenery. Then from there drove all the way back again to the biggest shopping centre I've been to so far. Chermside Westfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to catch a movie but then timing's weren't great. They din't have those electronic big tvs that told all the timings, only pieces of paper which were handed out. :x Guess tech isn't so advance yet? I think Karate Kid just came out in Aussie cos the cinemas were all sold out for Karate Kid. Was it that nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to drive back all the way to the dad's hotel again, cos we wanted to go to the museum to sightsee. But the museum was closed already cos it was like 6 and it was dark and everything closes at 5+. Sighs! There's really pretty nothing much to do at night, except eat, drink, walk and maybe catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole darn day, I was having this really bad feeling in my tummy and when I returned to the hostel and even before that, I had to keep running to the toilet. Pls take away my diarrhoea Lord! :( Don't wanna go to orientation having to run to the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was less miserable today than yest! Cos today when I bathed, I din't shiver vigorously! Managed to at least enjoy my shower for a bit. I am still kinda tip toeing around the toilet cos I don't know if its clean or not. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's nice and warm now, well at least my legs are cos that's where the heater is. And soon, I'll shall go to bed and wake up, send my dad off at the airport and embark on my new chapter. Alone.&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/12633213-722209129082874016?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/722209129082874016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=722209129082874016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/722209129082874016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/722209129082874016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-5018714010369730045</id><published>2010-07-09T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:04:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I checked out from the deliciously-lovely-overlooking-the-river hotel room with its own heater, two queen size beds and everything else. All I can say is that I wished that I was staying in that room for 3 yrs! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed up the bags, stuffed them all bag into the car again and took off to my hostel where we unloaded it at and I started feeling a sense like I'm settling in already. But not just yet cos there's so much more stuff to buy! *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a heater! Totally essential now I feel. I was shivering to my inner core while showering. Though the water was hot but the air in the toilet was so cold. Brrr! I can't stand feeling hot and cold all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's spring cleaning was successful if I must say! :D My daddy helped me with the vacuum cleaner and we sucked up all the dust that was on the fan and all around the walls. I am happy to say that I feel like my room is pretty clean right now. Unpacked all my stuff and it is definitely starting to feel more like my room, even my dad says so. But still there's lots more colours to be added in! There's still too much white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got yellow bedsheets! It reminds me of Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got other colours too reminding me of other ppl as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhs, my house mates are still not back yet so I feel like I'm wandering around the house like a ghost, gingerly stepping on the floor not knowing where exactly is clean or not. I have not properly been greeted into the house so in a way I feel a bit weird calling this place my home yet. I don't know how many days their going to be away, but I'm not really liking being alone here in the house. It's too gray everywhere in the house and I feel like something's going to pop out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, this is my home for the next 5 months and I shall make the best of it. God give me strength. :)&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/12633213-5018714010369730045?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5018714010369730045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5018714010369730045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5018714010369730045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5018714010369730045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-place.html' title='New Place'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-7600196155388301305</id><published>2010-07-08T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:51:27.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting for the first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;This is my #2 post since touch down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that I slept till 11+ a.m. Aussie time. Remember that Aussie is 2 hrs ahead alrights! :) It was sooo comfortable in the room so I just slept on and on and on. Ahhhh~ Wished to sleep longer but then it'll be half the day wasted which I think it was ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my hostel! The air was so nice and fresh up at Kelvin Grove and quiet. Maybe cos the students all went home. I don't know what to expect when everyone comes back especially my house mates. I hope they're not slobby and messy and rude. :(&lt;br /&gt;My room was so... PLAIN and BORING! It had only two colours, white and grey! But well gives me more space to spruce it up! Yay! Add colour. Have like really lots to clean. The fan is super dusty, I think if its on, the dust is going to spin everywhere. EWWW!! The windows are really dusty too, carpet is super dirty. Sighhhs. I am going to make it into a nice livable place for myself! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought supplies already! Thankfully the supermarket an eateries are pretty near the place so it was a nice short walk back from the supermarket. Tomorrow I'm going to move in and I hope I can turn it around and make it into a nice homely place :))&lt;br /&gt;Went to campus after that. Seems quite nice. Not really sure what to expect yet though. Haha got us lost again. ;x I can't really seem to navigate with a map yet. Perhaps its cos instead of looking at the map I was looking around more. Hehe. Must find buildings to recognise mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove round and round , across the bridge and then parking was really expensive too down at South Bank so we headed back to the hotel and out again to Queens street where I got my modem where I can have internet now. YAY! I won't be lonely now as my dad puts it. So come online OKAY?! Add me on skype: petsfortuna. And if u wanna send me letters, email me for my home address yea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at a nice resturant which had superb milkshakes and nice food. I had risotto which was so filling! But we walked it off on the way back to the hotel. I bet that if I had to walk that distance in SG, I would so complain, but down here, it was really nice and breezy to walk so in a while we were back at the hotel. Though I think it was quite far away from Queens street but it felt like a real short walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I managed to set up my internet and all, and this is my last night enjoying this amazing room with a great view (free upgrade btw, cos I was only staying for 1 night) So gotta enjoy it and pack all my stuff and tomorrow would be a cleaning day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home. :x&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/12633213-7600196155388301305?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7600196155388301305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=7600196155388301305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7600196155388301305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7600196155388301305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/meeting-for-first-time.html' title='Meeting for the first time'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-1928485244063062881</id><published>2010-07-08T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:09:38.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;This is my first post since I've touched down in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the airport with a fogginess in my head as I couldn't really accept the fact that I was leaving and that I won't be back for a while. I think reality hasn't really set in on me yet even as I typed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really really thankful and grateful and happy to everyone who was there at the airport to see me off! I would really really miss all of you! Thank you all so much for your lovely gifts too!! It made me so happy to know that I had all of you that were thinking of me! And to Janelle please do pack properly! I'll be welcoming you into Aussie! Have a safe journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminal 3 was really really nice and big! I din't know it was that big till we had to take a train to our gate. That's really how long it was but it's so nice too! So spacious! And the airplane was new too, and the screen was much much bigger than the screens in the old planes. All the technology in that plane was so nice. But I only caught one show before trying to fall asleep. But I think the air was too dry/dusty/ or I caught a flu cos my nose was stuck throughout the entire journey! STUCK! And I felt I couldn't breathe too. So nan shou! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is rather lovely. It's like a really cold air con where u bring jackets to wear and everything but I don't think its at the point where u need to wrap urself up till you're like a pau. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got us lost even while following google maps! :( We went like round and around and around, crossing over the river but it didn't take us too long till we reached the hotel. My room overlooks the river and the bridge and this little ferris wheel which seems like a mini spin off of The Flyer which is a copy of The London Eye. Why do ppl love ferris wheels so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! Concierge guy was soo cute!! But he called me 'Mam'!! Do I honestly look that old?! Why can't they call me 'Miss' instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, it was already around 12 plus Aussie time. We walked down Queen street(I think) which is something like Orchard Road where they've all the nice shops and food. And all I could see was like 'Winter sale 50% off'!! Wheee Shopping! I was so immensely thankful that all my suitcases could be checked in and they didn't charge me! So I guess shopping has to be put off for now cos I seriously have no space. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the foodcourt where the food was definitely more pricey than SG, but their portions are much bigger. Couldn't really finish it all, and I felt really gassy after tat. But it was really nice to get some warm food into my system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by that time, we were really sleepy and while we were talking to the bank person to open a bank account I keep dozing off ~.~ I hope she din't think I was being rude or whatsoever. After that rannn back into the hotel for a nap! I woke up with frozen toes though. Lol, din't think it was so cold till I had to switch on the heater. Thank God for heaters man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer batter fish and chips via room service was awesome! Though pricey but it was much much better than the one at Orion(that's the name I think) at somerset 313. Room service rocks! My first time ordering room service. Wooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling more rested now and gaining more strength for tomorrow's big day. Meeting my housemates, the school, and checking out my hostel room. This is it. Change.&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/12633213-1928485244063062881?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1928485244063062881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1928485244063062881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1928485244063062881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1928485244063062881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/07/touch-down.html' title='Touch down!'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-2884587679582269724</id><published>2010-04-22T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:58:56.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;And so then... It is official!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;In July 2010, I, Petunia Buk Mei Ping, would be leaving Singapore for Australia for three years of study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;So before she does that, she would so like to go out with everyone that she has possibly spent time with studying, playing, eating, praying with for her whole life while in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;So call me out yea!!;)&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/12633213-2884587679582269724?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2884587679582269724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=2884587679582269724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2884587679582269724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2884587679582269724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/04/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-4507771125428375163</id><published>2010-02-26T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:52:14.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Anyone read the latest newspaper report on the Romanian Diplomat guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;After reading Xiaxue's post about it, Im kinda convinced that he is really guilty of driving that nice Audi car and yet killing that poor man and injuring the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;But well, all is innocent until proven guilty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;But if he really is guilty, I would pray really really really hard that the investigators in Singapore have sufficient evidence to bring him down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because what he said in the newspaper really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Firstly, he claims that Singapore is trying to 'set him up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then he says that he feels that the whole situation is very tragic but blown out of proportion because only one man died. &lt;strong&gt;ONE MAN DIED?!&lt;/strong&gt; Of course anyone would blow things out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Imagine his wife at home crying her eyes out. Married for a few weeks, still fresh in love, maybe about to go on their honeymoon but then nvr again able to see her husband. Ever! Im guessing she would as much want to see that guilty-but-claiming-innocence scumbag be brought to justice and not hide behind his whole pretence that he wasn't the one in the car at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you're brave enough to knock someone down, not helping him and injuring two others, shouldn't you have more guts to confess your sins even though your reputation might just as well be totally shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little piggie. Murder people still 'agitatingly' states that he is innocent. If he is, then all is well but if he isn't, he is really growing something very foul out of his foul mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Poor wife. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Go read the newspaper report, then you'll get pissed at him also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ooh yeah the other thing that really pisses me off is that he doesn't want to return to Singapore claiming he has health problems and would die if he comes back to Singapore. His health problem..... diabetes. I dont know if that's so serious that he would die if he travelled here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And also, he says that he doesn't wanna return also because he is a suspect of the murder and hence doesn't wanna be in the coroner's inquiry. Sounds aweful lot like bull. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;br&gt;Sighs. I hope justice hits him, and hits him hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, now about myself ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ever since I've come back from US, I think my clock is totally shifted back. From before sleeping at 3 and waking up at 12 till now sleeping at 11 and waking up at 10! No kidding! By the time of 11 or 12, I feel so sleepy already which is really unsual in the past. But that's good, at least my mornings are not wasted anymore. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now to make u hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD4qbAldI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8SIiivqHJQA/s1600-h/USA+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442393315439842770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD4qbAldI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8SIiivqHJQA/s400/USA+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cheescakes from Cheesecake factory! Walk an awful long way in the biting windy chill for these okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD37_S36I/AAAAAAAAAzg/Gn8axlFnuf8/s1600-h/USA+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442393302975569826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD37_S36I/AAAAAAAAAzg/Gn8axlFnuf8/s400/USA+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD3XwBhaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/4w4OUrVDga8/s1600-h/USA+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442393293247841698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD3XwBhaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/4w4OUrVDga8/s400/USA+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD2hB2ZRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/siAkWum4c-w/s1600-h/USA+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442393278558659858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD2hB2ZRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/siAkWum4c-w/s400/USA+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD1y7OoUI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MSRIsHi_BzI/s1600-h/USA+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442393266182857026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD1y7OoUI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MSRIsHi_BzI/s400/USA+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you feel slightly hungrier than before ;))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-4507771125428375163?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4507771125428375163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=4507771125428375163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4507771125428375163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/4507771125428375163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/02/murder.html' title='Murder'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4dD4qbAldI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8SIiivqHJQA/s72-c/USA+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-5617581373850635353</id><published>2010-02-23T13:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:56:35.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tadaima!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in need of sleep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;But yet if I sleep now I won't be able to sleep at night, sighhhhs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I have tons of photos to edit and it is becoming a bore right now and thinking about posting it up is kinda putting me off. Hmmmmm. Shall see my mood huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, for starters, how many of you would like your own swimming pool. Not just any swimming pool, but one with marble staircases and statues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;not to mention a breaktaking view of hills and ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tadaa~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr4Rztc2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/PiD97GBbikE/s1600-h/272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441311389390828386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr4Rztc2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/PiD97GBbikE/s400/272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Won't you love to take a dip in such an exquisite pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr3lpjnNI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Iv-AsLBRxx8/s1600-h/269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441311377537080530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr3lpjnNI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Iv-AsLBRxx8/s400/269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Since you have an outdoor one, why not an indoor one too?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr2yFTCUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/b-WY0DBRmLc/s1600-h/USA+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441311363694790978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr2yFTCUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/b-WY0DBRmLc/s400/USA+107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Look at the details and the lovely blue colour. Some people just have too much money to spend huh. Know whose swimming pools these belongs to? Go ahead and guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for now, oyasuminasai~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr2ZXIg7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/o1V44MV89Vs/s1600-h/USA+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441311357058712498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr2ZXIg7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/o1V44MV89Vs/s400/USA+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-5617581373850635353?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5617581373850635353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=5617581373850635353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5617581373850635353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/5617581373850635353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/02/home.html' title='Home~'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S4Nr4Rztc2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/PiD97GBbikE/s72-c/272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-6170683696844742206</id><published>2010-02-04T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:23:22.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I have photos! After a long long time of procrastinating and lazying around and deciding altogether not to upload. But after a long long while I have them all in my com and thus have the urge to blog again! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;If you're a very ticklish person, I recommend not going for fish spa. The first time I went for one was a spontaneous decision with Jolene dear. It was a one-for-one offer at the newly opened Sommerset313 outlet, I think they have a one-for-one massage and fish spa treat now too. Weeeelll, so Jolene was telling me how she spent the first 10 mins of her previous time laughing and giggling and not daring to let the fish bite at all and I didn't much believe her. I mean fish biting you, I din't really had an idea what it would feel like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;So walking in unsuspectingly, just hoping that it would be effective. It was rather nice how they treated us. Even though we were like a pair of 18-year-olds who prolly din't need or din't have a lot of dead skin for the fish to bite, they washed and wiped our legs and plastered all the little itty bitty cuts we have on our legs before they sent us off to enjoy. So we see the fishes and we're going all ooh and ahh and how're we gonna react when we put our legs in and Jolene's going, "You go first!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So bravely, I swung my legs and plunged it into the water. IMMEDIATELY, ALL the fish swarm to my legs and start eating like crazy and I wimp out and pull my legs out. It was soooo ticklish the feeling that I couldn't stop giggling and laughing and then I pulled Jolene to enter into the water the same time as me so I don't get the brunt of the fishes. We both ended up giggling and laughing and making a huge commotion in the place and the person had to come over and tell us that we'll get used to the feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rsypH7PuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/24naDT0vPdo/s1600-h/08012010167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434416255152635618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rsypH7PuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/24naDT0vPdo/s400/08012010167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Though they look small, their appetite ain't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rsyDT_MbI/AAAAAAAAAx4/we2XMeYBSOg/s1600-h/08012010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434416245002678706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rsyDT_MbI/AAAAAAAAAx4/we2XMeYBSOg/s400/08012010164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Jolene still too afraid to put her whole feet in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr6yVrXyI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3LlUT3c1FgE/s1600-h/08012010170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434415295553560354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr6yVrXyI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3LlUT3c1FgE/s400/08012010170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Taking photos to distract us from the nibbly feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr6l0O5KI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xAKDFZSMcx0/s1600-h/08012010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434415292192056482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr6l0O5KI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xAKDFZSMcx0/s400/08012010174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Haha little intrigue boy looking on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr6C7brgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/18YzAGg5_DM/s1600-h/08012010173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434415282827013634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr6C7brgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/18YzAGg5_DM/s400/08012010173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Still there, he stayed there looking at the fishes about the entire time we were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;We entered the tank with the big fishes(unknowingly) and it was up against the corridor where people walked by and many people looked in. We felt like we were on display. =.= Sadly, once we managed to feel more comfortable, it was time to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Still skeptical of the results of fish eating off dead skin, I went home to feel and examine my legs. There really was a difference! Seriously, not kidding! And so I hoped that one day I can try again and hopefully I won't spend 10 minutes laughing and giggling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And then, I got my wish!! My dear sister treated me to the one-for-one massage and fish spa offer. (Thanks Jie!) This time though I went for the smaller fishes instead of the bigger one. It wasn't as bad and I didn't spend 10 mins trying to settle in again. I guess it was because my sister and her boyfriend was so calm and collected and I didn't wanna be the fool laughing out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr565kyuI/AAAAAAAAAxY/woO3qQlZ00g/s1600-h/30012010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434415280671738594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr565kyuI/AAAAAAAAAxY/woO3qQlZ00g/s400/30012010245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nice table to chat with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr5EjK6GI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iDNIzAXTGnQ/s1600-h/30012010244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434415266082252898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rr5EjK6GI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iDNIzAXTGnQ/s400/30012010244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Well, after the small fishes my sis's bf dared her to go to the big fishes. So we went to try. We can handle the small ones so bring on the big ones! Omg! The difference between their bites is so distinct!! I was controlling myself so badly from laughing and had to distract myself by playing guitar hero on my Ipod. At least this time the 30 mins was well spent! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;After that we had shoulder massage. So nice to be pampered by others huh :) Let me tell you. IT WAS PURE TORTURE! It was so painful for me!! The masseuse didn't realise that I was prolly more bones than aching muscles so she kneaded super hard! The worst part was that when she touched my sides I couldn't help feeling ticklish. So there I was torn between pain and ticklishness and gritting my teeth from crying out in pain or bursting out in laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next time I complain about wanting to go for a massage again, remind me of this episode. Please. No more torture x.x&lt;next&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-6170683696844742206?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6170683696844742206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6170683696844742206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6170683696844742206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6170683696844742206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/02/fish-spa.html' title='Fish spa'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2rsypH7PuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/24naDT0vPdo/s72-c/08012010167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-7329883912505902637</id><published>2010-02-02T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:36:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I'm having Gossip Girl withdrawal symptoms now *crys* Anyone has got any nice shows to introduce??? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-7329883912505902637?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7329883912505902637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=7329883912505902637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7329883912505902637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7329883912505902637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-8227094798167690957</id><published>2010-02-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:36:34.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2bmiOQ0DuI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4rltMpI-rOQ/s1600-h/dangerous+money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433283476087639778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2bmiOQ0DuI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4rltMpI-rOQ/s400/dangerous+money.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;from jovisala47, flicker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I have realised that money really is the root of all evil. It causes you to manipulate those around you, causes you to expect things to be done for you- in short power over people, causes you to be suspicious of everyone around you, and I would know... cause someone has accused me of being out to get that person's money only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I was so shocked and hurt that I cried and cried like a foolish person and now I don't even know why I cried over such pathetic, hurtful and selfish words. Me? Money-minded? I don't deny that I don't like money, who doesn't? It has given me the ability to afford so many wondrous stuffs like clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You have to spend money on clothes in order to feel the difference between the quality of clothes. Clothes that aren't that cheap can really make you feel so wonderfully empowered and sexy just by putting it on. Haven't you ever gotten that piece of clothing that don't really look that great on the outside but once you've slid into it, you found yourself a different person and totally bought over by that piece of clothing no matter what price it is. Quality not quantity as my Dad always say though it doesn't come cheap, it's definitely worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So clothes is materialistic candy that I love and its not like everytime I go out shopping and incur hundreds or even thousands in a bill. Can that be said as money-minded on my part?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Honestly, if I can find love and happiness(cliche I know yes) and have at least some money in my bank, I'll be contented. I don't wanna be in a pig sty of a place where people point fingers at you saying that you're out to get their money and looked at you with teeny little slitty eyes observing your every move. Maybe some people are, but I know I'm not. And for that I think that person is totally out of line and doesn't even know a single thing about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;It is such a malicious accusation. But that's my feelings and I all jumbled into a single ball, what do you think? Should I go all out and take advantage since that accusation has already been made, or should I just strike it out on my own and prove that I don't need money to be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-8227094798167690957?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8227094798167690957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=8227094798167690957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/8227094798167690957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/8227094798167690957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/02/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/S2bmiOQ0DuI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4rltMpI-rOQ/s72-c/dangerous+money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-7747432091991783549</id><published>2010-01-30T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:31:27.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;It was a superlicious time to be able to hang out with the peeps from 4E4 again at Weng Seng's awesome birthday party though I would have liked to eat more of the juicy, tender chicken wings that others cooked and I ate in happiness and guilt. But somehow I din't have an affinity with the chicken wings becos every chicken wing that I started eating ended up on the floor!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;But putting aside temporary things like food, it was extraordinary to get together with everyone again. Cos when we're together, I don't feel as though we've become strangers or anything, I feel a sense of home again where they are family to me. There are the jokers and big mouths cracking jokes for ppl who laugh AT them and if they're really funny maybe with them. There are the little greedy pigs leeching off the hardworking ppl in food and homework same. There's also the high spirited people with loud voices to always keep the spirit up and there're always good natured people who don't mind being teased. Even in a single class there're already so many characters that compliment each other so well.Sometimes even better than families I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I think that even if I don't make any friends in the future, I can be sure that I'll have to book two tables at my wedding just to be able to accomodate the smiling faces of the friends that I can never shake off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;To those who didn't go, you were missed by all of us!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And of course, Happy joyous birthday to you dear Weng Seng! It was worth it to travel all the way just to spend time with you and everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-7747432091991783549?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7747432091991783549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=7747432091991783549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7747432091991783549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7747432091991783549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/01/ties.html' title='Ties'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-6747790609449732647</id><published>2010-01-28T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:17:33.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Shall start up slow! Blogskin first! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nice, yet simple! Two thumbs up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/12633213-6747790609449732647?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6747790609449732647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6747790609449732647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6747790609449732647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6747790609449732647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New beginnings'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-380492800375533960</id><published>2009-02-16T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:13:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;My days are so tiring!! I can hardly keep my eyes open now. I have to squint in order to stop my eyes from hurting like mad! Sighs! So tired, tired, tired yet no time to sleep! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;But I guess it's because of dance practices. 4 days a week, about 12 hours of practice each week. EACH WEEK! Saturday is the worst, 4 hours of practice on that day. *faints* OK i know I shouldn't complain and all because SYF is coming and we shall aim high high high, not going to tell you how high though:) And I love dance so I can't complain. Except that the after effects makes you so tired. Sighhs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;It has been hard weeks nowadays. The reason being that my maid has had an unfortunate farewell. My mother had to send her back for reasons so unimaginable that everyone I told my story to could only drop their jaws in utter horror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SHE was stealing from us!! And not the usual note-picking from our wallets or something. She went to a totally higher level. She opened my mother's locked cupboard, stole her cheques, wrote an amount, forge her signature and dropped it in. It passed. And she happily have that amount of money in her bank account now. So shocking right? How could anyone have guess that she was capable of such a thing? I also think she told us more that a million lies already. I think that everything that came out of her mouth are lies now. She betrayed our trust, our kindness. She's inhumane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SO SAYONARA TO HER!! And now we have to do the chores and everything. I miss home cook food. :( Always having to tabao food home is not very nice. Eating cold, soggy food which I have to tug home almost everyday for my siblings to eat too is not a very nice relaxing dinner. What with me trying to do better in school and dance being so intensive, and my parents(particularly one) still thinking that there's a maid at home(me). =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sighhs! I need a breather! Don't you too? I want to go out to Marina Square with Linglan and dine in at Andersen's. Mmmm. Like the first time we went there together where it was quiet and peaceful! ME LIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Also also, maybe I'm so tired now its from the after effects of the morning of 13 Feb 2009. On that morning and I really mean morning as in 00.00 hours in the morning. We were still cutting off thorns and leaves, packaging them up nicely, tying ribbons for each and every flower that was ordered through us. Dance club was doing a sale of roses in conjunction with Valentine's Day! the flowers only arrived on Thursday in bunches. So it was our duty to ensure that each and everyone was nicely packaged so that people can give out to their love ones. It's tiring lor! We didn't sleep a single wink that night. I handwrapped 85 sunflowers(putting the cotton wool cutting the stumps, putting the wrapper etc) by myself! While someone else tied of course, I'm a suckler at tying ribbons. And when it was 7a.m., we had to rush down armed with boxes of roses and sunflowers down to school. As you can predict, my eyes failed to remain open during all the lectures I attended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;But it was fun I can say in the least. :) And it was worth it to see all our nicely wrapped flowers being bought off and profit coming in. $.$ Muahahaha! Thank you all for your Valentine's day gift to me! Love you all. Muacks muacks muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;And now for more horror stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8VlOHHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pllRl4iXoMM/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303357934209473650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8VlOHHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pllRl4iXoMM/s400/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;An innocent looking house. Actually it's my musical box. Nice right? it's from switzerland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8Rnj_4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/3FKGqfju3ho/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303357933145554818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8Rnj_4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/3FKGqfju3ho/s400/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;The mechanism that's inside. I'm sure you've caught something in view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8PU9qmI/AAAAAAAAAww/bCOLJwSglEk/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303357932530674274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8PU9qmI/AAAAAAAAAww/bCOLJwSglEk/s400/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;MY LOVELY MUSICAL BOX BEING OVERRUN BY THE STUPID, (*&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*^%#$%^, ANTS!! See the amount of eggs that's piled up. Omg! I almost got a heart attack! There's no food in the musical box so it was the last place I would have thought for them to make a stupid nest. Zzzz! But I managed to wash them out so now my musical box is still working. Yayness! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8ME2MdI/AAAAAAAAAwo/BmxfDg7zh8g/s1600-h/DSC01090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303357931657769426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8ME2MdI/AAAAAAAAAwo/BmxfDg7zh8g/s400/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;My first ever loaf of bread that I baked! So proud of it! It's a bit distorted though. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And I found out something very interesting too. There was a period of time where even though I slept early, I always couldn't get a good night's sleep and always woke up feeling very exhausted and fatigue. I thought it was just me not having a good night's sleep so I didn't think much of it. But I also started feeling very depress, like there was something inside of me that could not be expressed out and made me feel very crazy and restless. I seriously thought I was out of my mind. So I went to internet and check it out. Internet is so reliable sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;From what I read, the reason for me not having a good night's sleep is because of low oestrogen inside of your body(females not males, mind you). When there's low oestrogen in your body, it'll be hard to get a good night's rest and you'll always feel tired as well as depressed and having thoughts of suicide. It's part of the menstrual cycle though and after a few days you'll be okay. I insist that chocolates help my hormones so that I can eat more of it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Right now, I'm loving the song, "Thinking of you" by Katy Perry. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-380492800375533960?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/380492800375533960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=380492800375533960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/380492800375533960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/380492800375533960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2009/02/ants.html' title='Ants'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SZlP8VlOHHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pllRl4iXoMM/s72-c/DSC01088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-76380205147409176</id><published>2009-01-08T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:34:25.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo &amp; Kbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU ARE A TWILIGHT FAN, READ NO FURTHER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was reading Breaking Dawn just now, the first few chapters at least, and all I wanted to do by then was just throw/fling/dump the book at one side in frustration and irritation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I AM SO FREAKING IRRITATED BY BELLA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The part which really got me irritated was how that it was her wedding, her own wedding whether she liked it or was forced into it or what, and all she can say is (not quoted directly) " I practically danced with everybody but all I wanted was to feel his cool arms around me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's not the only thing. About the way how they're always kissing and how she always describe it as cool, hard lips against hers with delicious sweet breath. *Rolls eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She is such a loser. Jacob Black is so poor thing for loving such a loser. I LOVE JACOB BLACK!! He's so much more cooler and alive then Edward. The things that Edward says and does are always pretty limited. So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't understand how the Twilight series can be a #1 Major international bestseller. OH PLEASE??? Compared to Harry Potter, IT IS NOTHIN! I don't care if the girls are all so goo-eyed over Edward Cullen or what. It can NEVER EVER compare to Harry Potter or to a series by Angie Sage that I read too or to Shopaholic!! Her writing can never be compared to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I seriously don't see the fuss in Twilight, movie or book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Writing is mediocre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Plot is mediocre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Actors, AWFUL =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jacob Black AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isabella Swan TOTAL LOSER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Edward Cullen AS STIFF AS A ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So please, stop saying Harry Potter can just be gone. Or saying that its the #1 story of the year. You'll be disgracing other much better authors out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Finally managed to go to the zoo with MeiYand and Dixin! FINALLY FINALLY after such a long long time. Muacks! Loves Loves!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928663316806930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SWYMmOthPRI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gzdgXXzYA_0/s400/ZOO+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928671035098290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SWYMmrdtBLI/AAAAAAAAAwI/-cC_25wULYU/s400/ZOO+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Huge turtles I never see before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928680489929042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SWYMnOr6SVI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/JuJA1kwFN48/s400/ZOO+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The snake doesn't look so big does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928690688633186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SWYMn0reKWI/AAAAAAAAAwY/VYTDaQogYCE/s400/ZOO+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll bet the sheer thickness of its body is about the thickness of my whole head. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928697022860658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SWYMoMRqzXI/AAAAAAAAAwg/82snTfFvips/s400/ZOO+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And there, my lovelies! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And I went for my first Kbox session on Tues with Susan, Linglan and Janelle!! It was fun!! For $14.50, we had fried nuggets, fruits and Ice Honey juice for two hours! But we were so full already from eating Yuki Yaki! I kinda miss the ice-cream there even though you have to make your own ice-cream and it is super super tiring! Linglan and Susan were singing Chinese songs in the end, Janelle and I are aliens to it. :( But nevertheless we tried, and we sang our FIRST ever chinese song there. :D&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/12633213-76380205147409176?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/76380205147409176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=76380205147409176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/76380205147409176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/76380205147409176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/zoo-kbox.html' title='Zoo &amp; Kbox'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SWYMmOthPRI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gzdgXXzYA_0/s72-c/ZOO+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-7177764937446567143</id><published>2009-01-01T19:22:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:31:11.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I am so tired!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;My friend brought me horse-riding in the morning and I had to wake up at an absurd time of 5.30 a.m.!! That's not even the time for me to wake up for school! But I guess it was worth it! :) Except that when I went there they gave me a pony for the trial lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;A pony and me.... Hmmmmmmmmmm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;But well I didn't object or anything. I tell you. The pony is very very much alive then the horse I rode in New Zealand. He was sooo alive that while I was on him, he suddenly took off galloping and I had to do my utmost best to GRAB on for dear life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;It was sooo scaryyy!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The first time I managed to stay on but the SECOND TIME he was much cleverer, he charged and turn at a corner. Haha, I guess he got his wish. I FELL OFF! But since it was sand it wasn't painful. And good thing I managed to let go of the reins and the stirrups so I wouldn't get dragged all around by the pony. I shall not call him anything because as the instructor said there are many many factors that might have him charging off like a crazy animal. I was super glad I got a pony then because at least the fall won't be so high. Sighhhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;New Zealand was FUN FUN FUN! Some parts actually. The place is seriously breathtaking and it's just the place to refresh you and take a break from the busy busy business of Singapore life. Going there is some sort of stepping into those postcards you see of beautiful scenery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Singapore can never boast that its a clean and green city. New Zealand is probably 10x cleaner and greener than it is! It is so clean that ppl actually do walk around the city barefooted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;New Zealand is 5 hours ahead of us. You know, the sun rises around 6-7 a.m. and sets only at 9+ p.m.! So you have like more than 12 hours of sunlight in one day!! But then their shops closes around 6 or so. Meaning no more late night shopping or supper that most Singaporeans love to do. There's probably no night life there and you hardly see people. Maybe not hardly but you don't really see a lot of ppl. Not like in Singapore where you go to the MRT at like 9+ p.m. and there're still throngs of ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;According to information from someone(dont' know whether its reliable), Singapore has 6million on our tiny island while new Zealand has 4 million living there. Imagine the difference!! New Zealand is definitely a place I would love love love to go EVERY YEAR!! And you should too!! I wanna go shopping there too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286285297590998002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyoeGBIE_I/AAAAAAAAAoI/hEYi83qv-Qs/s400/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We took British Airlines and did a transfer to Qantas in Sydney. This is the first time I've seen such cute bottles of wine and sprite! And the Pretzels they give in those tiny packets are simply deeeelicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286285304497093666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyoefvqvCI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0Mp6qAqI_Yc/s400/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Airport has NICE stuff! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy62Jb1R8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/x0EGuYKJtCo/s1600-h/New+Zealand+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286305502034479042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy62Jb1R8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/x0EGuYKJtCo/s400/New+Zealand+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll go where you gooo~ LOL! Sounds like what ppl would put as captions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy61gIe-zI/AAAAAAAAAvo/FyLnlv1orEY/s1600-h/New+Zealand+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286305490947472178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy61gIe-zI/AAAAAAAAAvo/FyLnlv1orEY/s400/New+Zealand+343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;These are little christmas trees growing so that they'll be BIG and READY for christmas this year! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6mxmuFlI/AAAAAAAAAvg/IPUHexHuJzY/s1600-h/New+Zealand+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286305237939656274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6mxmuFlI/AAAAAAAAAvg/IPUHexHuJzY/s400/New+Zealand+337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Random river my father drove us too. He was pretty cranky that day. It was raining maybe that's the reason. I love how the clouds were rolling down the grassy mountains.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6mYvk5rI/AAAAAAAAAvY/XLVYuDqg5AM/s1600-h/New+Zealand+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286305231265916594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6mYvk5rI/AAAAAAAAAvY/XLVYuDqg5AM/s400/New+Zealand+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's my LUGE ticket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286305215103478050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6lciJqSI/AAAAAAAAAvI/8trhKBu-UwU/s400/New+Zealand+311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Their Luge ride is probably so much more fun than Singapore's one! Although I've never ridden Singapore's one before. But I can vouch for it. It was raining again on this day and the roads were slippery!! I took the advance lane and I almost skidded off the road!! But it was sooo super fun!! It was so fun that I was smiling like an idiot. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6l1XpCGI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VEtkoYFz7F8/s1600-h/New+Zealand+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286305221770283106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6l1XpCGI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VEtkoYFz7F8/s400/New+Zealand+328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6k6QOM3I/AAAAAAAAAvA/9wyV-QwVGfA/s1600-h/New+Zealand+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286305205901472626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6k6QOM3I/AAAAAAAAAvA/9wyV-QwVGfA/s400/New+Zealand+300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The plunge pool at our 3rd motel!! It's filled and kept warm so it's like a sauna inside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6HQnjDsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7dy7hxUx5ZU/s1600-h/New+Zealand+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304696508812994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6HQnjDsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7dy7hxUx5ZU/s400/New+Zealand+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We went to Wai-O-Tama(I don't know if its the correct title) thermal wonderland. IT IS NO THERMAL WONDERLAND!! It was raining super hard that day and my father was being a total loser forcing us to go round all the tracks. I understand about not wasting money and enjoying all the scenes. But seriously, the tone of his voice makes me wanna rebutt him but then it won't do me any good also. So ENDURANCE IS THE KEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And i've realise I've ABSOLUTELY ZERO interest with volcanoes or glacers or green pools like that called devil's pool. I think cos of the high level of sulphur that makes it green. The smell of sulphur was so strong that it almost made me puke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6HXM-jxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/SESm0qmPrHo/s1600-h/New+Zealand+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304698276417298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6HXM-jxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/SESm0qmPrHo/s400/New+Zealand+289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Devil's hole. Why is everything devil? =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6HLfnxzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/x9IQded6dI8/s1600-h/New+Zealand+286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304695133390642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6HLfnxzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/x9IQded6dI8/s400/New+Zealand+286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The sky looks dark and mysterious~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6GoE2zJI/AAAAAAAAAug/dRlFFmqxrpA/s1600-h/New+Zealand+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304685625887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6GoE2zJI/AAAAAAAAAug/dRlFFmqxrpA/s400/New+Zealand+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6GS-7BTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/PAMIkq23FuM/s1600-h/New+Zealand+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304679963854130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy6GS-7BTI/AAAAAAAAAuY/PAMIkq23FuM/s400/New+Zealand+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My mother didn't want to kiss me. :( But anyways I don't want her to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5ngc1ZlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/jYXx4RtQ3mc/s1600-h/New+Zealand+275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304151003031122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5ngc1ZlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/jYXx4RtQ3mc/s400/New+Zealand+275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304149060834050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5nZNx0wI/AAAAAAAAAuA/9-np4REmyTc/s400/New+Zealand+268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tororongiro National Park! This was as close as we could get to the Lord of the Rings sets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5njVp7NI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vCMFxtCpvto/s1600-h/New+Zealand+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304151778225362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5njVp7NI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vCMFxtCpvto/s400/New+Zealand+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The rocky plains are supposedly to be Mordor from the Lord of the Rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5mw9fiJI/AAAAAAAAAt4/xMW4EY4pSo8/s1600-h/New+Zealand+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304138255108242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5mw9fiJI/AAAAAAAAAt4/xMW4EY4pSo8/s400/New+Zealand+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm annoyed at my mum!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5mR_yAMI/AAAAAAAAAtw/FtdwN3Kp3E4/s1600-h/New+Zealand+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286304129943208130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy5mR_yAMI/AAAAAAAAAtw/FtdwN3Kp3E4/s400/New+Zealand+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Popcorn flower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4v6So2wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/oVjrZNHn1CQ/s1600-h/New+Zealand+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286303195866913538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4v6So2wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/oVjrZNHn1CQ/s400/New+Zealand+253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ICEE not snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4vjxLxQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/x5kZbA9yNX0/s1600-h/New+Zealand+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286303189821015298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4vjxLxQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/x5kZbA9yNX0/s400/New+Zealand+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That snowy mountain is Mount Raupehu which is supposedly Mount Doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4vcFYZOI/AAAAAAAAAso/DC1JtwG_nTo/s1600-h/New+Zealand+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286303187758245090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4vcFYZOI/AAAAAAAAAso/DC1JtwG_nTo/s400/New+Zealand+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Does it look like Mount Doom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4vHWyFWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/-a0YruUEKtA/s1600-h/New+Zealand+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286303182194087266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4vHWyFWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/-a0YruUEKtA/s400/New+Zealand+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I made them do this pose. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4OoVsSmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/4F1emkp5GS8/s1600-h/New+Zealand+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302624112200290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4OoVsSmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/4F1emkp5GS8/s400/New+Zealand+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is our boat for the day!! With our skipper, Richard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4OYJeCJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/j7s1fvRvftk/s1600-h/New+Zealand+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302619765966994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4OYJeCJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/j7s1fvRvftk/s400/New+Zealand+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mum was too afraid to come up. Plus it was sunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4OELqlnI/AAAAAAAAAsI/-zS5AMyibFo/s1600-h/New+Zealand+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302614406469234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4OELqlnI/AAAAAAAAAsI/-zS5AMyibFo/s400/New+Zealand+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My sister and I took the time to Sun tan! Though I'm already so super dark. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4N3ZzhOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/UDl665DcP7c/s1600-h/New+Zealand+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302610976113890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4N3ZzhOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/UDl665DcP7c/s400/New+Zealand+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our lovely kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4NnuUluI/AAAAAAAAAr4/w0CvT66-EGQ/s1600-h/New+Zealand+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302606767199970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy4NnuUluI/AAAAAAAAAr4/w0CvT66-EGQ/s400/New+Zealand+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3yF-8srI/AAAAAAAAArw/_b15NUy5D2E/s1600-h/New+Zealand+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302133853663922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3yF-8srI/AAAAAAAAArw/_b15NUy5D2E/s400/New+Zealand+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;An attraction at Lake Taupo. Apparently two Maori people used some tools to carve out this picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3xrpFtGI/AAAAAAAAAro/aMou8KE_sTY/s1600-h/New+Zealand+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302126782657634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3xrpFtGI/AAAAAAAAAro/aMou8KE_sTY/s400/New+Zealand+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3xY3TA3I/AAAAAAAAArg/KRK4oob70O0/s1600-h/New+Zealand+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302121741976434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3xY3TA3I/AAAAAAAAArg/KRK4oob70O0/s400/New+Zealand+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Craters of the moon. More steam, more sulphur, more glacers. Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3xCPzdwI/AAAAAAAAArY/OL3CCYnc04U/s1600-h/New+Zealand+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302115670750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3xCPzdwI/AAAAAAAAArY/OL3CCYnc04U/s400/New+Zealand+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3wz9XqAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/p32R7k_-JkE/s1600-h/New+Zealand+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286302111835334658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy3wz9XqAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/p32R7k_-JkE/s400/New+Zealand+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Horsies!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286286526876058690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyplpdhhEI/AAAAAAAAAow/Su76nNvqlCo/s400/28122008334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That was my horsey for 1 hour. Her name is Autumn. But seriously all their horses looks pretty dead though I've rather a dead one then one who would suddenly charge and try to get me off its back. Horse-riding in new Zealand is the best!! They teach us a bit about turning, stopping and going before we head the trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The trail is absolutely wonderful. It's like walking into a whole forest filled with christmas trees all around, the air is cool and smells like pine trees and you're riding a horse who is rather well-behave unless its obstinate and starts eating away. The next time I go there I want to go and do horse-riding in an open land, like a meadow. But i doubt I can gallop or anything. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1Wy8wcCI/AAAAAAAAArI/cV5BWKfUonI/s1600-h/New+Zealand+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286299465864474658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1Wy8wcCI/AAAAAAAAArI/cV5BWKfUonI/s400/New+Zealand+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lake Taupo! It's formed from a volcano or something which is extinct or dormant. The skipper told us that Lake Taupo is the same size of Singapore but I don't think it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1Weaj0qI/AAAAAAAAArA/jWxc9TRg2j4/s1600-h/New+Zealand+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286299460352332450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1Weaj0qI/AAAAAAAAArA/jWxc9TRg2j4/s400/New+Zealand+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honey bees who makes the deelicious New Zealand honey which is a just buy! And they sold lovely lovely Hokey Pokey ice-cream there which is my ultimate favourite ice-cream in new zealand cos it tastes the best there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1WBviMsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/TnZU5TlLV6M/s1600-h/New+Zealand+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286299452655678146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1WBviMsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/TnZU5TlLV6M/s400/New+Zealand+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Huka Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1VmiVzBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/sh7N2GL27ZE/s1600-h/New+Zealand+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286299445352582162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1VmiVzBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/sh7N2GL27ZE/s400/New+Zealand+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1VX3FVoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hHzwUUsY1_k/s1600-h/New+Zealand+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286299441413052034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy1VX3FVoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hHzwUUsY1_k/s400/New+Zealand+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Garden of really pretty roses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0xVSqoDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9Xm31NfYetU/s1600-h/New+Zealand+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286298822248144946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0xVSqoDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9Xm31NfYetU/s400/New+Zealand+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha! I've found your favourite vampire's restaurant. I din't go in. I'll probably be the dinner instead. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0xA5l--I/AAAAAAAAAqY/KptaN1Xj2Cs/s1600-h/New+Zealand+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286298816774274018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0xA5l--I/AAAAAAAAAqY/KptaN1Xj2Cs/s400/New+Zealand+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's how bright it is at 9.00 at night! We're having dinner where we ate fantabulous beefs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0wn3qxDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J2Ih8DMDxMQ/s1600-h/New+Zealand+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286298810055312434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0wn3qxDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J2Ih8DMDxMQ/s400/New+Zealand+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;War memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0wZx8M6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/9uRwe9Ddnqg/s1600-h/New+Zealand+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286298806273192866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0wZx8M6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/9uRwe9Ddnqg/s400/New+Zealand+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think this is such a pretty photo! The blue is just so.... BLUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0wB7PAEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/jBQsJhuDgNg/s1600-h/New+Zealand+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286298799869722690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVy0wB7PAEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/jBQsJhuDgNg/s400/New+Zealand+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286287120427948802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyqIMnUmwI/AAAAAAAAApw/3p1T2TIdRgw/s400/New+Zealand+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's my house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyqIX5FNHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/m7Mhy6L9w7U/s1600-h/New+Zealand+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286287123455226994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyqIX5FNHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/m7Mhy6L9w7U/s400/New+Zealand+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The background people look like little dolls. What is my dad doing? =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyqHl2SSlI/AAAAAAAAApg/Ctiu7E49oRg/s1600-h/New+Zealand+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286287110021728850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyqHl2SSlI/AAAAAAAAApg/Ctiu7E49oRg/s400/New+Zealand+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My oven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyqHgE570I/AAAAAAAAApY/Ane96Lze1QY/s1600-h/New+Zealand+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286287108472434498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyqHgE570I/AAAAAAAAApY/Ane96Lze1QY/s400/New+Zealand+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love the sky in new Zealand. It is really azure blue with white fluffy clouds dotting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVypm2weUZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/cjjbCWHfT90/s1600-h/New+Zealand+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286286547625070994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVypm2weUZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/cjjbCWHfT90/s400/New+Zealand+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVypmem9itI/AAAAAAAAApI/m3plAnslurs/s1600-h/New+Zealand+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286286541142723282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVypmem9itI/AAAAAAAAApI/m3plAnslurs/s400/New+Zealand+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The art school in Auckland. I think the environment is a most suitable place to inspire people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVypmdxd2-I/AAAAAAAAApA/NkoL992aK8Q/s1600-h/New+Zealand+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286286540918348770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVypmdxd2-I/AAAAAAAAApA/NkoL992aK8Q/s400/New+Zealand+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyplz_fu4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/nFr-MBUpg4A/s1600-h/New+Zealand+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286286529702902658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyplz_fu4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/nFr-MBUpg4A/s400/New+Zealand+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The weather there is sooo good then you can just plant oranges and grapes in your backyard. Even in summer, the weather felt like air-conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyofOsyIPI/AAAAAAAAAoo/c8gPB0vN5Kg/s1600-h/New+Zealand+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286285317101461746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyofOsyIPI/AAAAAAAAAoo/c8gPB0vN5Kg/s400/New+Zealand+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jacuzzi in our room! My sandfly bites hasn't healed :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287085553697618930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SV-ATIU--_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/cvIz2jcITJQ/s400/New+Zealand+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We're flying over the houses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyoeiP6o9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/kt4ioRoqwUg/s1600-h/New+Zealand+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286285305169224658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyoeiP6o9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/kt4ioRoqwUg/s400/New+Zealand+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The view from Mount Eden. One of the tourist spots. A crater is formed here from a hitting meteor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;All I can is that even though there were quarrels and discontentment, the place still really really left me loving it so much more. And when I truly touched down in Singapore, it was then that I really missed the environment and weather there. But when I was in new Zealand i really missed my bed and home. Haha! But I think I'll always think of Singapore as my home and new Zealand as a place for summer vacation :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;P.s. If you want any photos to put as background or what, feel free to email me or msn me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dolphin_crystal@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dolphin_crystal@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; I don't charge a single penny:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-7177764937446567143?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7177764937446567143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=7177764937446567143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7177764937446567143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7177764937446567143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-zealand.html' title='new Zealand'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SVyoeGBIE_I/AAAAAAAAAoI/hEYi83qv-Qs/s72-c/DSC01063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-3179621548990444352</id><published>2008-12-25T06:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:14:36.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM SYDNEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have just touched down in Sydney to transfer to another plane to go to Auckland, NZ. But we have to wait a darn 4 hours in the airport before we can be on our way. =.= An awful waste of time if you ask me. It's now 9.10a.m. here in Sydney. 3 hours ahead of Singapore. And I've seen so many cute babies that Linglan and Janelle&lt;br /&gt;would probably fight over to take photos with. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deprived of sleep. My aunty keeps nudging and fidgeting and keep disturbing me. I was sooo irritated. Zzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll try to take lot lots of photos! Hope I'm not too lazy to pull out the big big dslr camera. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed christmas! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-3179621548990444352?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3179621548990444352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=3179621548990444352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3179621548990444352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3179621548990444352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/sydney.html' title='Sydney'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-3107947822493204452</id><published>2008-12-17T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:41:30.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Yuletide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="374" src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/690/690067a8oj2ua08r.gif" width="528" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank"&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; AM&lt;/span&gt; FEELING THE &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS SPIRIT&lt;/span&gt;! AND YOU SHOULD TOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-3107947822493204452?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3107947822493204452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=3107947822493204452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3107947822493204452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/3107947822493204452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-yuletide.html' title='Christmas Yuletide'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-16608230499948088</id><published>2008-12-12T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:50:49.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess it's true. After a while of not blogging, you don't feel like blogging already. It just seems like something that has to be done! Haha! But not anymore for me. I've been sick!! Sick and tired and lazy perhaps. But now I'm back, probably cos I don't have anything else to do. Holidays sometimes does have its cons too. But I don't wanna be the one to be complaining about it. :x I guess I haven't put it to good use! I really wanna go out but the sickness and the burnt pocket has kept me home. Sighs. And when you're at home your social bar just keeps going down and down till you'll fall into a state of depression. Muahaha! No I'm not depressed. My social bar's not fallen till that deeply. I hope. :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, on last Tuesday, Linglan, Jan and I had the best experience so far! Cycling in the cold, harsh rain through about 32KM! We cycled all the way to Changi Village for makan and then back to East Coast Park. Lol when we set off we were still feeling very happy and shuang and not at all worried about the rain or anything. But when we came back, it was a very very different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278893469753683650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJlpFfMLsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Dip2662uKQk/s400/Cycling16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Disgusting LuoHanGuo juice I bought at Causeway bus interchange for my sore and itchy throat. It didn't heal it, in fact making it worse. It was probably 5% luohanguo flavour and 95% brown sugar. YUCKS! DON'T EVERY BUY IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888984188233554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJhj_dDJ1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/8zBhS-W5tgc/s400/Cycling1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Posing on the floor! Still happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888985441228994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJhkEHyWMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/jTO5PCn00cs/s400/Cycling2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;... still happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888993382091330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJhkhtCSkI/AAAAAAAAAmo/H9xdqcg0WAU/s400/Cycling3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Uh oh! Are those dark clouds I'm seeing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888998863322914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJhk2H3PyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/et684bm5roU/s400/Cycling5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Janelle's trying to be cool. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278889601099958802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJiH5oRChI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ZwHlQ9C33Pw/s400/Cycling6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;At the secluded beach spot we found!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278889600262090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJiH2ggLcI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JMaWXCmuCs4/s400/Cycling9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Janelle's only succeeded jump post :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so we reached Changi Village and had our lunch/tea/early dinner however you call it. It rained while we ate and cleared right after we finished. Amazing isn't it. So we set off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278889611314432034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJiIfrliCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/moL_U-zJc4E/s400/Cycling11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;On the way back we met up with cyclists who werewaiting out at the shelter. We decided to join them because it indeed seem like it was going to rain.  And rained it did. It didn't show any mercy. From where we were, the whole airport was totally obscured from sight due to the heavy rain. It was soo cold too! It took about half an hour for the rain to blow over which made us really late in returning our bikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278889612681288978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJiIkxeHRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Bcthana8kQc/s400/Cycling19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It started to rain again while we were on the road! It was fun though! Cold, wet with the rain dripping down your face, thighs burning as you try to cycle as fast as you can back. We saw army guys marching in through the rain and other cyclist too so we didn't feel too lonely out in the dreary rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FINALLY FINALLY WE REACHED THE BICYCLE STATION!! We were sooo happy and the uncle was sooo nice to not charge us a huge amount for the many hours we had to take to cycle back. I guess he thought we looked terrible already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After that day I fell sick though. It was all because of that stupid stupid bus! It was like super super cold until I could feel myself shivering violently and hear my teeth chattering. My muscles were all feeling tight and numb. I guess my body temperature really dipped to an extreme low. :x Hypothermia its called. But I'm all ok now! Except for the stupid phlegm still stuck in my throat. Bleagh! But overall, it was a really exciting experience. I wanna do it again! But this time, instead of just sunblock I'm going to bring a cap and a WINDBREAKER so I don't fall sick again. Hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;THANK YOU AGGIE FOR TREATING US TO SEOUL GARDEN!! Knowing that I have a burnt hole in my pocket she dated me out and told me she'll treat me to seoul garden. Awwww! What'll do without you!!?? So we ate, and camwhored, and ate somemore. But I think I didn't eat as much as I did last time. Sighs I guess my stomach is growing smaller and smaller. And Janelle can't eat chicken so she was eating all the pasta and noodles and rice. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278889619769698034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJiI_LepvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/cLw-kC8zDLs/s400/SG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I look like Smarty from the bookworm gang. Just that he's a boy and I'm not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278890368573408994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJi0ksMhuI/AAAAAAAAAng/aSew5yZW2dc/s400/SG8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278890380201104530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJi1QAdFJI/AAAAAAAAAn4/7XMIV-RVXP0/s400/SG19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is one of Janelle's concoctions which she claimed would be nice and all. In the end, she threw it away and told us not to try. Muahaha! At least she wasn't evil to make us drink it. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278890370249041074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJi0q7spLI/AAAAAAAAAno/FmrAnmzwMxM/s400/SG17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And we saw our sec sch history teacher with her family. I think her baby is cute!!! He looks like snoopy. Poor Janelle! He's not paying any attention to her. He's looking at MEEE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278890383227127218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJi1bR6hbI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-u8oBK4_c9g/s400/SG18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hahah Janelle in the curtain dress which I took to try but couldn't fit! It drops! I think she can camouflage with the curtains! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And the rest of the time was spent slacking and rotting at home. I can totally feel myself degrading like a piece of product. Sighs. I realised I miss watching anime so much. If only ... &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/12633213-16608230499948088?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/16608230499948088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=16608230499948088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/16608230499948088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/16608230499948088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SUJlpFfMLsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Dip2662uKQk/s72-c/Cycling16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-2983020019436224784</id><published>2008-11-28T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:32:20.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code geass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;CODE GEASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SS_1WVO8rdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/P-KJnLoPyNc/s1600-h/Code+Geass+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273703452679908818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SS_1WVO8rdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/P-KJnLoPyNc/s400/Code+Geass+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;My cousin introduced me to this anime saying that it was very very nice and that I would not regret it and all. So one morning when I was bored I went to watch! And since I started watching, may as well just finish watching isn't it? And so I finished both seasons each with 25 episodes. I can proudly tell you now that my cousin's words are as good as gold! There's action, love, friendship, tragedy and so much more mixed into this anime. Though a few parts were quite confusing but the storyline still flowed. It is such a beautifully done storyboard. This is the first anime, and probably the very very few shows, that have made me cried. It made me cry all the way till I slept. Not because of the negative parts but because it was so touching and sad. WATCH IT!! For guys, there's also a lot of robots and machinery and spacecraft which my father adores a lot so you won't be disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WATCH &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85sJX-qyedg"&gt;IT&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WATCH &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85sJX-qyedg"&gt;IT&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WATCH &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85sJX-qyedg"&gt;IT&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;And tell me if what I say isn't the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, my friend is such an innocent innocent girl. (Name has been removed to protect the identity of the person) Today we went down to Ahmad Ibrahim for their dance mini showcase. Before leaving, we went to the washroom. The doors to the cubicles are super easy to open from the outside. My friend used her fingernail to turn the knob so that the catch would be released. Another friend pretended to open the door and then quickly close it back again. My friend who was inside the cubicle saw the door open and exclaimed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" OMG I AM SO EMBARRASSED! HOW CAN I FORGET TO LOCK THE DOOR?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That was the last straw. When she said that, all of us just burst into fits of laughter! She's such an innocent innocent girl. All the way home she kept saying how embarrassed she was that she forgot to lock the door until we told her the truth. Haha! Then she seemed so amazed and asked us to teach her how to open the door!! LOL she is so funny!:)&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/12633213-2983020019436224784?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2983020019436224784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=2983020019436224784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2983020019436224784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/2983020019436224784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/code-geass_28.html' title='Code geass'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SS_1WVO8rdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/P-KJnLoPyNc/s72-c/Code+Geass+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-7575395365800672265</id><published>2008-11-25T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:35:15.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS 2nd part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have decided to name my grand piano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;GRAND PIANO CHARLIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hahahaha so random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm peelingggggg!! It's the first time I have ever gotten sunburnt and peeled before, ever ever in my whole life!! But kayaking in OBS ws fun! It was the only thing that everyone looked forward to during that 5 days 4 nights spent there. We kayaked from morning to about mid afternoon, about 6 hours kayaking journey. We kayaked through Pulau Ubin, in the deep blue sea all around Pulau Ubin. Now where do you get a chance to do somthing like that? I'm thankful and grateful that I had a great partner! Together we conquered the waves and the sea. Bwahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;And because of that I also got sunburnt. :( I put on sunblock also lor,130 spf, doesn't work apparently because I am like 10 gazillion times darker.(exggeration xP)  But it was funnn!! And at night when I was sitting down, I still feel as though I'm drifting on the waters. It made me feel really really sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sighs... I wanna go out and play, shop, eat. But I AM SO BROKE!! :(( Need to settle my accounts with my momma! Muaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Does anyone has the book "Breaking Dawn" by Stephenie Meyers to lend me, please? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-7575395365800672265?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7575395365800672265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=7575395365800672265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7575395365800672265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7575395365800672265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/obs-2nd-part.html' title='OBS 2nd part'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-1115964387768862679</id><published>2008-11-24T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:51:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I AM TIRED TODAY! I AM HAVING A HEADACHE AFTER CHANGING ME BLOGSKIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just going to post up some photos cos JAN IS HAUNTING ME FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JANELLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219619511788978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SSqvz37YZbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iStdSRf62XA/s400/DSC01037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;She is so cuteee! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219616383992866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SSqvzsRqBCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/amfSTHxfk4w/s400/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The teddy bear is HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219610160446642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SSqvzVF2PLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/j7Py0aENn3I/s400/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Taiwanese Star Janelle saw but I don't know who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219597074447666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SSqvykV5vTI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ky8tqthO3gk/s400/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hot Random Guy Janelle saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219593938584498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SSqvyYqQQ7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/i57urrysGtc/s400/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The hot random guy she saw again and needed to take a picture with him on her birthday. I think he thinks that she's stalking him. Wahahaha! Janelle you need to give me half of the courage that you have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will be back soon with more! :D&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/12633213-1115964387768862679?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1115964387768862679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1115964387768862679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1115964387768862679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1115964387768862679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SSqvz37YZbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iStdSRf62XA/s72-c/DSC01037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-1437133870469767818</id><published>2008-11-21T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:38:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;OBS IS DONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it has helped me to learn something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;LEARN TO HATE AND SMACK ANY SANDFLIES ON EARTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sandflies are super super small like a black dot but their bites are super duper itchy and I can't stand it!! There're 73 (not inclusive on those on my arms) mozzie/sandfly bites all over my legs and itching me like crazy. According to Ting Hui, my legs look as though they're growing barnacles. :(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;OBS was OKAY. It could have been fun with better company!! There was so much politics between the groups that it was rather hard to breathe in the company of them. During OBS, all I wanted to do was to GET AWAY FROM IT ALL! For it to finish so I can come home. But now sitting at home, I realised that the reason why I wanted to come home wasn't because of the OBS itself but because of the company. I think its me, myself cos I'm not so hyper and outgoing where I can make friends in a minute or so. But I doubt that I'm so dense that I can't feel the group's aura in a sense. Aiyah! Just in short... I miss OBS a bit. I miss the nature. I miss my instructor surprisingly. I kinda miss the life we had there. Kind of crazy. When I got back my phone, it was like an alien to me. Staring at the screen and smsing felt so weird suddenly. hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I doubt I have lost weight as OBS gave us A LOT and A LOT of biscuits, bread, can food and maggi mee! We can't say we didn't have enough to eat. I weighed myself when I came back and could only sigh in disappointment as the scale didn't change. :( But I think something in OBS has made my complexion SUPER SUPER SMOOTH!! Ooooh! So happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sighs feeling sleepy and a bit sian now. Shall blog more about OBS another time! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;P.S. JANELLE! SORRY... YOUR PHOTOS WILL BE UP SOON! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-1437133870469767818?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1437133870469767818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1437133870469767818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1437133870469767818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1437133870469767818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/obs.html' title='OBS'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-7321605460537193690</id><published>2008-11-15T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:34:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I learnt a valuable lesson today! To be firm when I say NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today there was a piano recital at my house. Not I organized nor my mum but one of her church friends. Parents, children swarmed in and took over my house for that afternoon. And even though it was held in quite a dilapidated house, they were wearing long sleeve and bowties. Soo cute! They performed one after another, some good, some not so good. The music teacher who organized this event also played on her violin, she's super good! :D And then they kept pushing me to play also. Cos im the Grade 8 girl who my parents bought the grand piano for. *rolls eyes* Thinking that I can play better then the little children, I decided why not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to play and it was the HUGEST mistake I made. It's been a long long while since I've been playing piano extensively. I think from after my grade 8 exam till now. My fingers are all stiff and frozen and I hadn't even warmed up. To play my pieces without practice was like jumping off a cliff with no strings attached. And so the predictable result is that I horribly failed in completing my piece. I stumbled, pressed wrong notes and in the end, totally gave up when I realised that my mind had just frozen in place. Given them an apologetic smile(they still clapped for me.. sighs) I ran back to my mum and started blaming her for pushing me to play. Hahahaha! So like people who are terribly embarrassed by their utter defeat and humiliation. SIGHS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;AND SO, I AM NEVER GOING TO PLAY UNLESS IM TOTALLY PREPARED! I DON'T WANNA BE HUMILIATED AND EMBARRASSED EVER AGAIN! RAWR!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON LEARNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I learnt a second fact too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Manpower is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Instead of manpower, it should be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ever since I was young, there was probably no such thing as manpower. Everything was done by my sisters, mum and I. We have done riveting, hammering, building of wardrobes, gardening, painting, shifting of heavy furniture and lots more. My father only comes in to help if we really cannot do it. Zzzzzzzz! Shake leg and wait for us to fail. SO EVIL LOR! Today during the recital there were a few husbands there also BUT they didn't do anything at all! Ok at least one of the men helped to arrange the chairs, the rest are all done by WOMEN! Even when they saw us struggling with a heavy table, THEY NVR OFFERED TO HELP!! Issit that there's no such thing as manpower or is it that there's no such thing is gentlemen in the world already? Sighs...&lt;br /&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/12633213-7321605460537193690?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7321605460537193690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=7321605460537193690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7321605460537193690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/7321605460537193690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/lesson.html' title='Lesson'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-353005651850208357</id><published>2008-11-10T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:38:44.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;PROMOTED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am happy! Trust me I am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations Janelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations LingLan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations Priya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations Shirley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations Belinda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations Tissany!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations WeiXiang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the list goes on and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't help but feel so sad for those who din't. It totally killed my mood to be happy. I felt like crying for them. But be happy people! We still can see each other! And for those taking Sub paper. ALL THE BESTTTT!!! I wanna see you next year too! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;3s115&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/12633213-353005651850208357?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/353005651850208357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=353005651850208357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/353005651850208357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/353005651850208357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-6076669951578357070</id><published>2008-11-07T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:06:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I've just started on my vampire journey having bought the book, Twilight, out of boredom and interest. It's an overall okay book. It's not a really amazing book that makes me go "Wow!" like the shopaholic series which I thoroughly enjoyed, or the kind of book like "The inheritance of a loss" which is really poetic, descriptive and hold such profound meaning in its words. This book is neither here nor there in a way. The only thing that had captured me was their teasing, flirting dialogues which have developed into him trying very hard to save her life from other vampires! And the thing that there are 3 other books makes me wonder how much the story is going to develop. I can't sing praises for the book, but I wanted to watch the movie because of it. BUT I was reading my Sister's 8 days magazine which had an exclusive about the movie and I WAS SO SO SO HORRIFIED!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;In the storybook, the author made it to great lengths to describe the vampires as such (not in her exact same words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;- amazingly stunning&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;- poetic, graceful&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;- Out-of-the world models&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;- Musical voices&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;- Porcelein fair skin&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;- VERY VERY VERY HANDSOME AND PRETTY&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;AND I AM SUPER SUPER DISAPPOINTED. Ok I haven't had the chance to see their actions or hear their voices that'll give them, hopefully, credit but THE CAST IS NOT TOTALLY GORGEOUS OR STH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ta-daaaaa. IMO, they look weird. They look like a group of introverts, or emo people. =.= Wahhhh! I thought they were really going to have VERY VERY VERY GORGEOUS people. But I suppose in this world, its either tit or tat. Or that they're too old. Imagine Orlando Bloom doing the vampire part or Brad Pitt. Maybe cos they don't look 17 that's why they can't be chosen for the part. BUT I don't think the guy looks anything like how the author described and wrote in her story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRRFEoFVbQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/lO2zg7jOOgE/s1600-h/Twilight+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265909810084539650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRRFEoFVbQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/lO2zg7jOOgE/s400/Twilight+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What's with HIS look? =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRRFEZvVw_I/AAAAAAAAAkY/AK1jM-kDtTY/s1600-h/Twilight+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265909806234190834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRRFEZvVw_I/AAAAAAAAAkY/AK1jM-kDtTY/s400/Twilight+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;They don't look super impressive. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRRFEAxTw7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/syy07EhITEg/s1600-h/Twilight+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265909799531561906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRRFEAxTw7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/syy07EhITEg/s400/Twilight+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hehe But this photo changed my thoughts a little. Edward Cullen still looks weird. Jasper looks really boyish and maybe a smite dashing :D Carlisle looks exactly like how a vampire might look like, or maybe in my imagination though in the book he had blond hair? Esme looks too old to play her part. Rosalie looks too old to play her part too. Emmett looks too skinny to be the muscleman of the show. But James IS GOOD LOOKING! Woooo! Hahahaha! But I can't say I'm very happy with the cast. Sighs!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265909815335956066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRRFE7pXrmI/AAAAAAAAAko/dJQqIiUzFoA/s400/twilight+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I super like this poster of them. They look super good her after all the photoshop here and there. I really like this pose too. The way he arches over her shows a sign of protection, and sends the "She's mine!!" kind of message. The way she lays her hands on his chest shows that she completely trust him, loves him, and is glad that his there and that she never wants them to be apart. And also that she's vulnerable and blah blah blah. hehehehe! I'm disecting pictures now!! O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But all I can say that, seeing the cast has quelled my enthusiasm in watching the movie. Maybe I won't catch it afterall? Since I've already missed out on SO MANY SO MANY GREAT MOVIES already. Sighs sighs sighs! I want a really good romance novel now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stupid stupid 7 hr, 6 hr, 5 hr breaks that we had during this week. Monday 7 hrs, yest, 5 hrs =.= Make us rot in school for 7 hrs on monday! But yesterday we were cleverer! We travelled all the way to vivo to play! Oh man, I'm totally missing the chocolates from Candy Empire. SUPER SUPER DELICIOUS! It's nothing like I've tasted before. HONESTLY! *salivates* I want their chocolate!! *hopes to break in* :DD&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/12633213-6076669951578357070?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6076669951578357070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6076669951578357070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6076669951578357070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6076669951578357070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRRFEoFVbQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/lO2zg7jOOgE/s72-c/Twilight+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-1083407366379450745</id><published>2008-11-04T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:15:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;DENG DENG DENG!! I HAVE OFFICIALLY FINISHED ALL OF MY EXAMS!! Project Work is gone, Chinese is gone, Promos is gone. My J1 life is coming to an end!! That sounds so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;Br&gt;We were the first group to present for Project work day! I was so so so so scared that I would oversleep lor! Having overslept for two major events in my life already! And stupid me went and rub my eyes the previous eye so that when I woke up, I couldn't open my eyes. =.= But I managed to reach there early. RAN FOR THE BUS LOR! Teeehee. The teachers, audience and us were so so very punctual. Even before 8 we were all set up and ready. The place was unnaturally quiet and we din't really know whether to start or not. It was sooo nerve-wrecking. But thank God i was the last speaker so seeing my other team mates gave me to the strength and courage to present my part. Especially Weixiang who was uncharacteristically animated. Lol!! But the project came and went by so very fast. Before we knew it, IT WAS OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784585108488290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBFr6ZYAGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GUEwd4kyRTE/s400/MACS+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And silly us couldn't help being our silly selfs but to take pictures with our big big sticker name tag!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784585385807810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBFr7bfj8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/5PLz_yzIb1E/s400/MACS+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dan is our spokesman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784590084509170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBFsM7wDfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vT8AytRYEu4/s400/MACS+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, we went to celebrate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBGan4TGSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HZnI6nYoFqE/s1600-h/MACS+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264785387591768354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBGan4TGSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HZnI6nYoFqE/s400/MACS+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best friends-&gt; 1991-2008 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBGaawsq8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/3HKWo9NAoFI/s1600-h/MACS+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264785384070228930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBGaawsq8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/3HKWo9NAoFI/s400/MACS+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aren't we guai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBFsrYbvnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZWxryT8doKo/s1600-h/MACS+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784598257876594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBFsrYbvnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZWxryT8doKo/s400/MACS+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT A MESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBFsty1RMI/AAAAAAAAAjo/40Q4Pn2DHXs/s1600-h/MACS+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784598905472194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBFsty1RMI/AAAAAAAAAjo/40Q4Pn2DHXs/s400/MACS+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;U take me, I'll take U!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264785391147856594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBGa1IIstI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cgNbqZais18/s400/MACS+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And finally, the model of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we have disgusting days coming up where we spent a long long long time rotting in school!! Cos there're so many breaks!! RAWR! Why don't they let us come home ah?! Making me stay in school won't make me love it more! =.= So boring! Nothing to do lorrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12633213-1083407366379450745?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1083407366379450745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1083407366379450745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1083407366379450745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1083407366379450745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/pw_04.html' title='PW'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SRBFr6ZYAGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GUEwd4kyRTE/s72-c/MACS+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12633213.post-933157261500158236</id><published>2008-11-03T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:15:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOMORROW'S D-DAY... WISH US LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the best to ABIGAIL HO and SUSAN YOWENDRA and OTHERS who have OP tomorrow! Jiayouxxxx! Its going to be over and done with :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/12633213-933157261500158236?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/933157261500158236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=933157261500158236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/933157261500158236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/933157261500158236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/pw.html' title='pw'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-6136703623729164075</id><published>2008-11-02T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:59:46.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haven't been feeling too well lately!! I think it's from all the late night computer gaming without my spectacles!! AUDI CAN PATCH! Kills my eyes and the brain cells. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wooohoo! Tuesday is coming soon! Monday is a retarded day. I go for 1 hr of Bio tutorial in the morning and then some CCM class at 3.10-5.10. RETARDED! I have break all the way after Bio tutorial to the CCM class. I've rather go home, thank you very much. Why does the school make us stay in school for sooo long? Is it to make us love Yj more... NOT WORKING!! Tomorrow seems to be a short day though. At least can practice OP during breaks! Must make it PERFECTO PERFECTO by tomorroww!! And then Tuesday will come and then go and then it didn't seem like OP is over. I'm still not feeling scared. I wonder why? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just again, I've seen how God is blessing me in and out. And I'm still so scared that the world will start to dull me again. Please God, help 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/12633213-6136703623729164075?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6136703623729164075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=6136703623729164075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6136703623729164075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/6136703623729164075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/gloom.html' title='Gloom'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-1143967995557598809</id><published>2008-10-30T17:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:28:23.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I AM SO ANGRY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Chinese A levels are finally over!! Hope I can get a C at least! This means that I won't ever, ever have to touch Chinese ever again! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;Br&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now we're having project work, and I've done my part and it's so boring, and the damn audition patch doesn't work. T.T Whyyyy? So sad!! :(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sighs.&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/12633213-1143967995557598809?l=prancinghorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1143967995557598809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12633213&amp;postID=1143967995557598809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1143967995557598809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12633213/posts/default/1143967995557598809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prancinghorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/chinese.html' title='Chinese'/><author><name>Rose Fairy</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-12633213.post-8177911610251406759</id><published>2008-10-27T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:53:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I am so super unproductive! In one day, I have only,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;1) finish up my script and ppt slides and find pictures for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;2) I&amp;amp;R which I'm still not confident about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;3) done a little bit of the video and fret the rest of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ahhhh!! I haven't managed to study chinese too!! Damn! 3 more days to chinese A levels, 1 more week to PW!! Ewww! Ok I'm getting stresser already! And when I'm stress, I EAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261845016850660690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SQXUKhSK_VI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-1x9oXemcWc/s400/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deeelicious cereal! Why? Because there's chocolate in it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261845029847220610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rcq3WpilphQ/SQXULRsywYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1SNSt631WBg/s400/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The ominious black skies tells of the imminent rainfall. And it rained cats and dogs! I was glad I was nice and warm in the house and not in school wishing fervently for the rain to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_526184503739
