<?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-6104589605536145085</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:17:27.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woolgathering lass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1979818754662384462</id><published>2009-06-26T08:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:22:58.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ/BG &lt;3</title><content type='html'>And what we've all been waiting for, Boys' Generations covering Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUvCUuAzQMw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUvCUuAzQMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes Jokwon is still equally enthusiastic! :D And Nichkun who looks so manly. I read that Sungmin had hurt his leg yesterday? I'm not sure but it's very recent. Poor sm ): He doesn't look as feminine in here as he did for Wonder Boys. Never mind, he'll always be the pretty boy and get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipeee, I've finished watching Sj Mini Drama Ep 2, 3 and 4. Kyuhyun who had one of the most NGs in the dramas, could not stop laughing whenever he needed to do an intimate scene with Sungmin. Then, Sungmin would get really angry at his magnae. Ah~ so cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;The third drama from Kyumin's team was quite touching. The theme was first love and Kyuhyun said he really did confessed his love to a girl when in a band. Last Concert (the title of their drama) was a reenactment of a true story but whether it really happened to Kyuhyun is something I'm not very sure of. Or did it happened to one of other teammates? :/ All I know is it's definitely a moving story and if it does happened in real life to any of the members, it's probably the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ViYqFSdcc44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ViYqFSdcc44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in black suits, sophisticated without losing the hotness :D Heechul and his tiny ponytail. Eunhyuk commented about the way he held his mic but he still holds it like that anyway x] I just realised Sungmin and Ryeowook will usually have the similar hairstyle at the same time. Now, it's the spikey season. Though I very much miss their fringe-on- forehead hairstyle, something like Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btest is next week so all sj love have to be put on hold. D: Ah, I'll fight the urge to watch their videos for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-1979818754662384462?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1979818754662384462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1979818754662384462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1979818754662384462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1979818754662384462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/sjbg-3.html' title='SJ/BG &lt;3'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2698583649513421372</id><published>2009-06-25T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:08:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ &lt;3 + KH INFINITY &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the last FH episode,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heechul:&lt;/strong&gt; I've always thought the word 'goodbye' only existed in song lyrics. Now it's happening right in front of me, it feels upsetting inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want FH to end so quickly. )': Hankyung and Kibum cried in the last episode and Kibum's crying expression was almost identical as his disappointed face in It's You mv. With a butterfly on his left chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the selected Boys Generation for tomorrow's Music Bank Half Year Special Show are...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SUPER JUNIOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yesung, Shindong, Sungmin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Leeteuk &amp;amp; Eunyuk!&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jaebum, Nickhun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp; Taekyeon&lt;/strong&gt; ; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2AM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jokwon!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where is Heesica? D: Heechul is Miss Intimate, he must be in that show! Grrrah. Oh well, I'll still sleep with a big smile tonight because Sungmin, the prettiest boy is in it! With Nickhun and Jokwon! The famous eye flip during the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zj6bQTgxt6M"&gt;Wonderboys performance&lt;/a&gt;, I hope he will be equally enthusiastic for tomorrow's Gee! Ahh, Seung Ri should be in it too. Big Bang is very quiet these past months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you like Kyuhyun, YOU MUST WATCH SUPER JUNIOR MINI DRAMA! :DDDDD Because he is soooo hot that he set every forests in the universe on fire! I skipped the drama for episode 1 as they had to create a mini horror one and I've never been a big fan of horror movies/shows/anything. Episode 2 is the best! Since it's where I've stopped so far and Kyuhyun is so good-looking even when he is doing bad deeds :] I love his smiles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there's adorable couple Ryeosung/Yeowook (Ryeowook + Yesung). Ahhh, so cute and gay! But CUTE! ^^ Eunhae!!! Donghae and Eunyuk look so sweet and good together! The part when Eunyuk confessed that he used to like Donghae in the past and Donghae's reply was WHAAAAT??!! is priceless xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't bear to watch Episode 3 yet. The theme is First Love and Kyuhyun is the main lead again! (He seems to be the main lead in all of the three dramas) Never mind that he should go to jail for being too good-looking/witty, he has a nice singing voice and also, an amazing actor. Woah, so you can have everything in life actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See for yourself  C:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zFKG1F437o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zFKG1F437o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye, I shall round up my Math revision for next week's Btest then repeat the whole of SJ MD EP 2 again, &amp;amp; again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2698583649513421372?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2698583649513421372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2698583649513421372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2698583649513421372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2698583649513421372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/sj-3-kh-infinity-3.html' title='SJ &lt;3 + KH INFINITY &lt;3'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4988975520152745987</id><published>2009-06-24T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:10:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ &lt;3</title><content type='html'>All in favour to see Nichkun, Jokwon, Heechul, Sungmin and Ryeowook in doing a performance of SNSD's Gee as Boys Generations, say "Pabo!" (it means a fool in korean which this word had escaped from Heechul the Heesica's mouth many times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afrah showed me this: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/omonatheydidnt/837293.html"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/omonatheydidnt/837293.html&lt;/a&gt; and got me excited that we started to throw out names whom we want very much to be in Boys Generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, or not so secretly anymore I want to see Kyuhyun and Hankyung in it. Haha, and thank you Reshma for delivering the good news that the remaining IN ep 25 are subbed! Because Kyuhyun is super cute plus very witty in the last part and cheated his four hyungs! I love his P.S notes. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ip7MCn28AII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ip7MCn28AII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you want to know what Kyuhyun said to anger Kangin in the previous post's video, watch the below video (090424 Super Junior Intimate Note Ep 25 subbed 6) before watching the above one (090424 Super Junior Intimate Note Ep 25 subbed 7). If neither of these two videos make sense, watch IN episode 25 parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 and also, episode 24 (in my earlier posts) first. Confused? Just watch all Suju videos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2prldM9Mcjw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2prldM9Mcjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my way to Suju EHS. One last FH epsiode to go! Ahh, Lifen is right; watching Suju FH makes you want to hug them. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, Suju's Goodbye Special &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAmJ3jvsQVk"&gt;20 June&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfV7UGypE_Y"&gt;21 June&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I've turned this blog to a habitat for my Sj fangirl&lt;em&gt;tion.&lt;/em&gt; Sorry there Afrah for lagging your computer! And to those who are not interested in Sj, sorry you have to bear with these overwhelming Sj entries. Or you can check back 10 years later, maybe I'll get over with Sj by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-4988975520152745987?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4988975520152745987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4988975520152745987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4988975520152745987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4988975520152745987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/sj-3_24.html' title='SJ &lt;3'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-7998162863473931370</id><published>2009-06-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:57:41.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ &lt;3</title><content type='html'>The more I watched Suju videos, the more I love them :D It's very hard not to like their mischievous, sweet and hilarious attitudes. Three cheers for Lifen who brought Super Junior FH into my life! I must watch at least an episode and all their music videos each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're going for a break now to prepare their concert tour. Goodbye, Suju! I'll miss watching your weekly updated youtube music videos. Never mind, EHS and your movie are still waiting to be watched. Please come to Singapore one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're a lot of funny sj videos to post. So I'll post their "Goodbye Special" tomorrow and share this part of Intimate Note ep 25 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCJUJ1vB2YI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCJUJ1vB2YI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heechul and Sungmin are preeeeetty. If I haven't known them before this video, they would have fooled me with their cross-dressing. Okay, maybe until they opened their mouth. Eunyuk looks like a rich tai-tai but Kangin, you are manly even in girl's clothings. Heechul and his "Pa boo" Sungmin and his pigtail flip xD I want Ep 25 to be subbed, like to know what did Kyuhyun say that angered Kangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I'm going to learn Korean to soothe the urge for subbed videos. For the love of kpop. Speaking of new language, I learnt a sentence from Reshma's Hindi guide book - Namaste, mujhe do ladke aur ek ladkee hai. It means "Hello/Good Afternoon/Good Evening, I have two boys and one girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save up now to buy Korean version or just visit the library after Btest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSXiIQWQjIE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSXiIQWQjIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/itDsOBog_cg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/itDsOBog_cg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI5p9myFcWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI5p9myFcWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the overflowing sj obsession, I can't help it but to post FH Episode 9 too! This is by far the best FH ep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bookshop owner:&lt;/strong&gt; "What was your favourite Harry Potter book?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunyuk &amp;amp; Heechul: &lt;/strong&gt;"...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heechul to Eunyuk (in Korean):&lt;/strong&gt; "Don't understand, just say ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunyuk &amp;amp; Heechul:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ok! Ok!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one reason that makes me perfect, makes me live, makes me laugh is having you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Why I Like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-7998162863473931370?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/7998162863473931370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=7998162863473931370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7998162863473931370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7998162863473931370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-say-i-love-you-you-make-me.html' title='SJ &lt;3'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1986351264552148768</id><published>2009-06-22T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:13:17.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKWWbPIuDBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKWWbPIuDBA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Hankyung gave the huge brown bear to Kyuhyun, x) Kyuhyun looks so small and boyish. Ryeowook and Sungmin are so adorable and look quite alike. I like their hairstyles in this mv and this song. Suju KRY sang this on their friend(?)'s wedding which was very heartwarming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been watching Super Junior FH. Heechul is so funnnny and playful. This is the first reality show of Super Junior I've watched so far that finally has Donghae and Siwon. (In Intimate Note, neither of them were there) Gentleman Siwon and kiddish-ly cute Donghae (with his hand spring xD). But it doesn't has much Kyuhyun and Ryeowook. Sungmin made an appearence in the martial arts epsiode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The episode which Kibum hired his English teacher to teach Suju so that they can communicate with their homestay friends easier is super hilarious. I like how they tried hard to speak English. Especially Heechul. And his acting skills - full marks (see the video below).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dukALCcq2Iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dukALCcq2Iw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-1986351264552148768?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1986351264552148768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1986351264552148768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1986351264552148768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1986351264552148768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/sj-3.html' title='SJ &lt;3'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-6798872162871166718</id><published>2009-06-20T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:22:58.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Afrah, Shaunice, Reshma, Muz and me went to the airport terminal 3 today to study/revise. We stopped at Candy Empire to get the seashells chocolates for our tuition teacher. Then, followed by lunch in Popeye's and finally studied at the viewing mall. I love this 3 years and ongoing tradition of airport-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Shaunice and Muz are in the same college as me, we hardly see each other in school so today was one of those rare days that we did some catching-ups together, whereas Reshma happened to have the same Mother Tongue periods as me and I usually chat with Afrah online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to those days? ): I miss these people who never failed to bring me smiles on &lt;em&gt;every single school days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the airport, we met up with our (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;one year) tuition teacher at Swensens which he promised to treat us a dinner. We learnt about his love life today and Reshma's too! While he was telling us about his story, Reshma was acting like a happy mother and suggested him to call his girlfriend and sing her a song in front of us. (Like what Mrs Lim's husband did to her last year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food are delicious. Since we're not as rich, ordering Swensens' food is a foreign task to us so we mostly based on Faeez's reliable recommendation to choose them. Swensens to him is just like KFC/mac/ljs/food court/Sakura to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the best day of my life! Another best day! :D I don't think I'd ever laughed as hard as I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Li Fen, SUPER JUNIOR IS LOVEEEE &amp;amp; please recommend more suju shows! My appetite for suju obsession is growing so quickly that I scare myself too! But never mind, when there's suju, everything will be okay! Haha, oh my what's wrong with me? And Hangeng (or Hankyung?) reminds me of you! Not because both of your feet(s) had stood on the land of China but both of you are fluent in many languages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more of Sungmin/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook/Heechul and all the suju people! Flood me, I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-6798872162871166718?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/6798872162871166718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=6798872162871166718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6798872162871166718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6798872162871166718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/afrah-shaunice-reshma-muz-and-me-went.html' title=':D'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5737366465126520277</id><published>2009-06-17T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:21:11.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Junior in Intimate Note</title><content type='html'>I think I'm starting to like Suju more and more. Super Junior in Intimate Note Episode 24 &amp;amp; 25 is hilarious! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/paIDH_3sPIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/paIDH_3sPIg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pua-e_uyLcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pua-e_uyLcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGELAsagyy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGELAsagyy0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w50XHBU0nfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w50XHBU0nfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially, I thought Kangin looks like a bear in hibernation. But after watching that, uhh...he seems scary. And his first words are "But I'm close to this kid!" A storm is coming with his frustration. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sungmin! He reminds me of Jiyong (Big Bang) but he is soooo cute like one little boy with a feminine side! His unusual laughter cracks me up. C: Ahh, Sungmin is darn cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heechul has a lot of mischievous tricks up his sleeve. His eyes really lit up when he was asked to write intimate note mission for Kangin and Sungmin. "Milky skin Heechul, We love you." :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I think Hangeng is one witty china man. He is so good in korean that he can fool everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kyuhyun! He is really quiet. But his "I'm Kyuhyun" xD I love his smile, it looks like a cat's face :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If Heechul is a prankster, Eeteuk is a mastermind. Very cunning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Why do they keep calling Eunyuk a backstabber and someone who does not have loyalty?) Eunyuk and Heechul's expressions when the other suju and MC told them they're actually the show's main characters - classsic, I like it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Episode 25,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryeowook: "Eunyuk, you jerk!...I've never been treated to a hundred won&lt;br /&gt;(about 7 cents)'s worth by you. Spend some money!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eunyuk: "No, it's because I didn't have a chance to because you were in&lt;br /&gt;China!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryeowook: "You are too noisy! Hyung(brother in Korean), I love you!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-5737366465126520277?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5737366465126520277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5737366465126520277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5737366465126520277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5737366465126520277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-junior-in-intimate-note.html' title='Super Junior in Intimate Note'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1318219917583391476</id><published>2009-06-15T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:03:44.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You turn blue skies gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It will do words injustice if I would to assemble them in sentences or paragraphs for the use of insulting you. I've always thought that hate is a very strong word and no one in this universe should ever deserve it. Not until I met you. I really do hate you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, you're not worth my thoughts so I shall watch Super Junior and discover more of their suju subgroups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different subgroups for suju like Super Junior H (which sings very happy songs), Super Junior M (which sings Mandarin songs), Super Junior KRY (which consists of only 3 members) and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior H has very cute MVs and haha, Shindong is so funny in them, especially in Cooking? Cooking! He wore this round spectacles and tied a little pony tail on top of his massive curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GdyvAgyGgPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GdyvAgyGgPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Super Junior M singing U in Mandarin but I prefer their korean version. Kyuhyun sounds weird in chinese though not as weird as I do. Ryeowook (guy at 3.16) looks like a teacher in our school so it keeps us imaging him singing and having different kinds of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E00o4FeFwI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E00o4FeFwI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;U by Super Junior in Korean. Oh my, punk hairstyle?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSVuVuV3KMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSVuVuV3KMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This has SEUNG RI in his jail-looking shirt trying to stop Shindong and Eeteuk's fight. And Shindong hugs that lady! 0.o Daesung is in it too! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QA0pdqwA8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QA0pdqwA8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, I'm done with fangirl-ing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-1318219917583391476?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1318219917583391476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1318219917583391476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1318219917583391476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1318219917583391476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-turn-blue-skies-gray.html' title='You turn blue skies gray'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-7564265416436961236</id><published>2009-06-11T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:54:47.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>east, the closest thing to heaven</title><content type='html'>We went to Afrah's house today to watch McFly RadioActive Tour DVD. After submerging in Kpop for too long, my fangirl spirit for McFly had faded away. But watching the DVD brought me back a lot of memories (because we were crazy about them back in secondary school years) and the mini McFly fangirl in my heart is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embedding McFly RadioActive Tour videos are disabled by Youtube so here's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOB4WlW3Mqs"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; for the song Black or White. And one of my favourites, Falling In Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVUeNCVrEWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVUeNCVrEWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left to Tampiness Mall for Frolick, Uniqlo and Urban Write! Frolick is this amazingly colourful shop that sells delicious frozen yogurt. I'm so thankful that Khairiah and Afrah introduced it to us because it's the best thing ever. Which reminds me of Udders - one of the best ice cream shop - for our puny 4E8 outing two years ago. Urban Write has scrapbook kits, card making kits and scrap materials that are so mesmerizing. If only my pocket is filled with cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I've just been to heaven today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos @ Frolick are posted up in my fb already. Thank you Khairiah, Afrah and Reshma for this superb day! I want to go to the east again that is so foreign to us and we had to ask around for directions of our destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-7564265416436961236?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/7564265416436961236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=7564265416436961236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7564265416436961236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7564265416436961236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-go-east.html' title='east, the closest thing to heaven'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1887105812004832011</id><published>2009-06-09T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:03:21.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only you can keep me going</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9vBuu2PCy8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9vBuu2PCy8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyuhyun's smile at 1.23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart explodes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shindong's glasses + haircut + suit = Classssic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pssst Lifen, I still can't identify Donghae in this video. (or the rest of suju members)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reshma and me made a date with B&amp;amp;J! :D Which is a happy ending for today because I was depressed throughout. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Urgh, I want to fly to Korean/Japan/anywhere else. Disappointingggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-1887105812004832011?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1887105812004832011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1887105812004832011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1887105812004832011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1887105812004832011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-you-can-keep-me-going.html' title='only you can keep me going'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4031838370778799562</id><published>2009-06-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:31:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>max, suju and breaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9_rRnOjGnI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9_rRnOjGnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is what I watched when I was young. I want to hug Max and poke his over-sized tummy dressed in his blue overalls. And he speaks no more than one word and repeats the same single word in each episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7c-8kEL-zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7c-8kEL-zc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is what I watch nowadays. Korean male bands kill the stereotype thinking for good - that boys who can dance are gays. 'Cause they look more than just great and dance even better. An obvious remedy to the downs and darkest. (Kyuhyun!:D )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ah, I feel so lost in the midst of this month long break. Holiday blues? Oxymoron. Probably because I'm too used to waking up in the early hours of morning, for the sake of my education. Well, at least straight after this break we would be having our block test so I have to keep my engine going. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Someone, pull me out from the house before I stab myself with homework ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't do as a living shadow. It's bad enough to swallow all these ironies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-4031838370778799562?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4031838370778799562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4031838370778799562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4031838370778799562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4031838370778799562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-what-i-watched-when-i-was-young.html' title='max, suju and breaks'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-740029729839928906</id><published>2009-05-30T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:26:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of GPP,</title><content type='html'>Ruzzie, Theodore and me went to Peranakan Museum today. Before that, Ruzzie and me were lost somewhere so we tried to walk our way out and came upon this Civil Defence Heritage Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341625612632386402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SiFEMYwU62I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DZ4ArladBps/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Mr fireman! After exploring the firemen museum, we found a map on its glass door which gave us the direction to PM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341626819862816354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SiFFSqCfZmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T8VqQNWyfEo/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Do not be fooled by its small exterior look. This museum is really huge and has many exhibitions. There are numerous screens around the gallery that provide visitors more information on the unique culture. And because our school isn't a member of latter, we had to foot an admission fee of $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341628188646259890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SiFGiVJ5PLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FvLAJEKhj_Q/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A typewriter! I really like to try my hands on this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341628192459265106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SiFGijW_FFI/AAAAAAAAALA/EruchUb3-K4/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peranakans adore bling blings. They have jewelry for all occasions like weddings or an amulet for the newborn child and some are specially wore for funerals. This might be what you will call an olden day charm bracelets (or necklace). It is one of my favourite as there are different little elaborated charms attached to it. The amount of jewelry a Peranakan bride has to wear, well it probably adds 10kg to the bride's weight and she has to be wheeled to her wedding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341628199298799138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SiFGi81qFiI/AAAAAAAAALI/UK10zKCIwTQ/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Get your hankies ready because we're going in. Basically, there is a mock coffin display to show how a Peranakan funeral is conducted. It is quite similar to a traditional Chinese one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630426531066450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SiFIkl7NclI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2Mg3MM9gEdQ/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ruz and Ted had their eyes glued on the interactive screen that answers one of our GPP question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341631113803402866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SiFJMmNtDnI/AAAAAAAAALY/wMB0duBr5Ys/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After about two hours, we left the place. I love the old-fashioned shophouses along the street and we found a cafe that sells all kinds of curry like "Half-sized curry". Then, we saw this poster on a billboard. Yoga lesson anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Theodore went to his church while me and Ruzzie had our lunch before going home. All other photos are in Theodore's camera which I will post on my fb once he sent them to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Going to all the Singapore Museums is in my to-do list now! To say a museum is boring is stereotyping. Because I'd fun today. And my mum thought that I was going out on a date, in a museum. Maybe that's her idea of a romantic date. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I want to be happy, I'll just think about you. How long is a lifespan of a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-740029729839928906?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/740029729839928906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=740029729839928906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/740029729839928906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/740029729839928906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-love-of-gpp.html' title='for the love of GPP,'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SiFEMYwU62I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DZ4ArladBps/s72-c/DSC00117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8297214135080656015</id><published>2009-05-29T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:10:45.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisle No.15 - Fun, laughter and joy</title><content type='html'>Reshma and me had lunch together at ljs! That was where we happened to meet our seniors, Michelle and Rachel. And Reshma displayed her newly-mastered skills - lying without battling an eyelid. &lt;em&gt;(Imagine me having a knowing smile on my face now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pastime is touring Cold Storage with her. I haven't met any other youths who can spend more than an hour in a supermarket itself. As usual, we made a point to get awe by the cheese at the dairy section. Our next stop is always the pancakes, cakes and all those little treats mix. We spotted one that says "with real can of blueberries" in a cupcake mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was slightly different because Reshma got excited and overjoyed by the 800g of Cream Sutchi Fillet that only cost $5.90. She immediately called her mum to ask if she could buy it and the permission was granted. But she didn't, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we spent about 15 minutes in front of the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry Ice cream fridge because she couldn't make up her mind whether to buy a tub. After she was partially convinced to buy the ice cream, we hung around the fridge for another 10 minutes before she decided to pick One Cheesecake Brownie (because "&lt;em&gt;God wants us to buy the ice cream so we must obey him&lt;/em&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can learn tons of new things in Cold Storage. For example, there is a microwave egg cooker which is an egg-shaped two piece container that is specially designed to cook egg in microwave (and hence, the name). Yogurt soup exists and we happened to chance upon its recipe in a cook book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we left the supermarket alone and visited the pet store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy Fatty a new house with hamster wheel, food bowl and built-in water bottle. I want to buy all my hamsters comfortable, odour-free and coloured (probably&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;) beddings. Also, soft cotton balls that has a picture of hamster tucking snugly and sleeping among the cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want most is Fatty to have an eternity lifespan so I'll never be alone and have someone to talk to. He's sleeping more than he should and completely ignores me now. Usually, he will greet me excitedly and try to crawl out of the cage. It's either he has lost interest in me or &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, he is going to heaven soon.&lt;/span&gt; )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mentally preparing myself for it to come but, &lt;em&gt;you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shocking? Probably. This is how much JC has taken over me and became the pilot of my life. You can't believe it and neither could I. It would be a very long time before I trust myself or my heart. But, the first enemy I'm up against is time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've this thing for guys who look good without spectacles yet look amazingly cute in them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peranakan Museum, here we come, for the (ahem) love of GPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-8297214135080656015?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8297214135080656015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8297214135080656015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8297214135080656015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8297214135080656015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-is-love.html' title='Aisle No.15 - Fun, laughter and joy'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3994521602414560074</id><published>2009-05-25T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:35:01.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had this sinking feeling when my classmate unfolded the paper and threw us a hint, "The quietest girl in class..." Immediately, my head turned around, searching for the "quietest girl". I wanted to drop dead when I caught his eyes and all the other classmates' eyes, looking at me. Then, my teacher broke what-seemed-to-be a few seconds of silence, "So, her group is going to be the representative of our class to present their GPP next week." All the other group leaders started to shake my hand and offer me words of "congrats"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I know it isn't right to complain. But initially, our very rough and extremely brief GPP consists of 302 words only. And now, despite churning out desperately for more ideas, it probably hasn't reach the 500 words margin. To meet the approaching dateline, our break times have to share the attention with GPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The label of characteristic "quiet" is haunting me back again. Every week there will be at least one teacher/classmate telling me that I'm too quiet. Today is the best example and it is only the first day of this week. Almost all my posted online comments by the teachers have phrases like "too quiet" and "speak up more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a comment from my Math teacher that says, " XXX (my classmate's name) is a ....". Apparently, she has forgotten about me and given me my classmate's comments instead. It's not that she had mixed up our comments by mistake because she had given the correct comment (with the name properly spelled) to the same classmate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-3994521602414560074?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3994521602414560074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3994521602414560074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3994521602414560074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3994521602414560074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-this-sinking-feeling-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3232889087452242418</id><published>2009-05-24T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T06:03:05.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by its very definition, Glee is about opening yourself up to joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://kameronaloud.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/glee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(: The first episode is great with a superb ending! I'm so excited to find out what's going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Afrah, Khairiah, Laavanya, Muzdalifah, Shaunice, Reshma and Ruzzie&lt;/strong&gt; for that joyous night! I couldn't stop blabbering until I got sick of my own voice and I've forgotten how's it like to talk non-stop and just about anything my mind thinks of. On the contrary, I'm nothing like what my college friends or classmates think - shy, quiet or untalkative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have dinner together again but of course, with Syara and all those who weren't able to make it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss us&lt;/em&gt;. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People can be jerks unknowingly because of their endless desires and selfish greed. But please don't be a jerk anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-3232889087452242418?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3232889087452242418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3232889087452242418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3232889087452242418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3232889087452242418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-its-very-definition-glee-is-about.html' title='by its very definition, Glee is about opening yourself up to joy'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-885155762708778654</id><published>2009-05-21T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:04:34.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i get by with a little help from my friends"</title><content type='html'>The display of inconsiderate behaviour spoils the mood. Is it planned to be served as a nasty surprise and expected me to swallow it up? And I would agree if I was being asked. Apparently, no one care to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I've Tomorrow to look forward to :D&lt;br /&gt;And Jarratt sent me songs from Glee which cheer me up tremendously because I've been figuring out how to Google it and get the songs (which I doubt it will work). Plus, he took the effort to save Glee into his thumbdrive and passed it to me today. That's very sweet of him, thanks so much, Jarratt!&lt;br /&gt;Then, Afrah told me the thrilling news that causes my heart to do a million somersaults. When I shared with Ruzzie and Afrah about the unpleasant issue that got me worked up, they help to douse the burning anger like they always do. Ruzzie is the firefighter, putting up the fires in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Reshma said something so ever touching that makes me smile very widely and gives me the indescribable feeling of being loved. (x&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these, I get to meet the people whom I loved the most in this whole entire universe and so much that it even overspills my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the sun will shine so brightly and if it doesn't, the moon will smile for sure, showing off its pearly white teeth. &lt;strong&gt;Because I'm with the greatest people of my life.&lt;/strong&gt; (-: The only people left to complete this "family" (quoted by Afrah) are Li Fen and Sureesha whom we always love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will pray. I'll be there for you and when you need someone to pull through, just turn around and you will see me right beside you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-885155762708778654?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/885155762708778654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=885155762708778654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/885155762708778654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/885155762708778654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/display-of-inconsiderate-behaviour.html' title='&quot;i get by with a little help from my friends&quot;'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4634020917743199907</id><published>2009-05-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:18:59.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing is a close substitute for friends</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to cut down the size of flavoured drinks I consumed each day, each &lt;em&gt;school &lt;/em&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unhealthy and that goes without saying but I couldn't stop myself from purchasing at least a bottle each day. If I have to pick an excuse to defend myself, it would be the sugar rush theory and how it helps keep children (or young adults) awake. Unfortunately, this theory doesn't seem to exist in me. Despite of the mountains of sugar I devoured, my eyelids still drop dangerously low and my snores threaten to escape out of my mouth anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since old habits die hard, cutting down the size (not the number) of the bottled drinks per day sounds more achievable. Then again, sugar has little effect on my body. I need to find something to keep awake from lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone/something, please give me motivation to pull through the college life. I don't want to wake up every morning with the same dreadful feeling. Fridays don't make it better either because Mondays will come anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you people to liven up my day? Yes, I miss you so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-4634020917743199907?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4634020917743199907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4634020917743199907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4634020917743199907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4634020917743199907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-is-close-substitute-for-friends.html' title='nothing is a close substitute for friends'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2504553857777599101</id><published>2009-05-16T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:05:45.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>till the right one comes</title><content type='html'>It's like a ticking time bomb, waiting for the right moment to blow. The atmosphere is similar to that of countless landmines stretching across the field, sparing not an inch. Everyone is after each other's throat. Even my annonyance is growing silently and hastily by each tiniest bits of reasons. A little more and I might succumb to biting anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I losing myself to those setbacks? Like death traps attempting to engulf me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't fight it, don't just stand there. Move away, Ann, move out of harm's way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336258725005283154" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/Sg4zCaWEz1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MqVX4R8KSHo/s320/SeungRi_icon_2_by_satoo_yuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't been able to understand the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the curves and function topic of my H2 math.&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-2504553857777599101?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2504553857777599101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2504553857777599101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2504553857777599101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2504553857777599101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/till-right-one-comes.html' title='till the right one comes'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/Sg4zCaWEz1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MqVX4R8KSHo/s72-c/SeungRi_icon_2_by_satoo_yuki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-256542249346539577</id><published>2009-05-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:30:14.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's 101 Jokes For Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher to Boy A:&lt;/strong&gt; Your hair is so loong. Do you&lt;br /&gt;know that your fringe is not supposed to touch your eyebrows? It's the&lt;br /&gt;school rule. So you either cut your hair or &lt;em&gt;shave your eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Half an hour later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher to Boy B&lt;/strong&gt;: Why is your hair touching your&lt;br /&gt;collar and eyebrows? Turn around and show the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Boy B turns around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher to class&lt;/strong&gt;: Look at his fringe, it's touching&lt;br /&gt;his eyebrooows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher turns her attention back to Boy B&lt;/strong&gt;: Wait, only&lt;br /&gt;part of your fringe is touching that eyebrow&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (pointing to Boy B's left eyebrow).&lt;/span&gt; You have an alternative,&lt;br /&gt;it's either you cut your fringe or&lt;em&gt; shave one of your eyebrows. &lt;/em&gt;The school rule&lt;br /&gt;only states that the fringe cannot touch the eyebrows. &lt;em&gt;So you will left&lt;br /&gt;with one eyebrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Laughing to herself, probably imagining the guy with only one&lt;br /&gt;eyebrow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-256542249346539577?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/256542249346539577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=256542249346539577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/256542249346539577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/256542249346539577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy.html' title='Teacher&apos;s 101 Jokes For Students'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-782742077833054872</id><published>2009-05-14T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:19:11.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is governed by no rule.</title><content type='html'>We should never discriminate someone because of who he/she loves. This is easier said than be done and I don't deny that sometimes I feel alittle awkward around LGBT couples. But, their love is nothing different. It still makes the world goes round and gives the same warm fuzzy feeling to them and their loved ones. Their love is very much achieved through their hearts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I have Seung Ri and all those cute celebrity guys pictures posted on my blog &amp;amp; talk about hot guys with Khairiah, Li Fen and all, I say: "GO LGBT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkdot.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Freedom To Love" src="http://pinkdot.sg/web_badges/pinkdot_badge2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Details events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Venue: Hong Lim Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Date &amp;amp; Time: 16 May 2009 (This coming Saturday), 4.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For more information: click on the lovable pink dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaking of love (but a totally different kind),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khairiah&lt;/strong&gt;! I miss your presence and we will talk non-stop from our favourite bands, celebrities and to almost everything else. Your contagious smiles and jokes blow my blues or greys away.&lt;br /&gt;And where is &lt;strong&gt;Afrah&lt;/strong&gt; to update me on McFly, Big Bang or anything else at all? All those English lessons with you and Reshma were priceless. You are forever caring towards the people around you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syara&lt;/strong&gt;, I need you to give out your artistic aura to the atmosphere. I want to look at your neat handwriting again, which people always mistake them as works printed out from the computer. And your sincerity and care for the friends around you never fail to touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruohan&lt;/strong&gt;, you're missing from the band gang! It is not the same without your spastism and signature laughter. I willl never forget your "What are you all waiting for? For Singapore to snow?" and those naggings that are for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I met &lt;strong&gt;Li Fen&lt;/strong&gt;. Whenever you are around, the mood will always be joyous. You are like the happy sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaunice&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha, I miss you and your elephant purse which you always seem having it. You always cheer me up tremendously when you tried to imitate others' actions or telling jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4E8&lt;/strong&gt;, I wonder how all of you have been. We're in our separate paths now, chasing after dreams that we fondly talked about for the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim&lt;/strong&gt;, all the Thank Yous that I could say in my lifetime will never amount to the support, love and care you showered for us. It's a blessing to know you and a honour to have you as our form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Also, not forgetting the kindest friends whom I'm lucky enough to spend another 2 years with, &lt;strong&gt;Ruzzie, Reshma, Kenga, Yuding &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Laavanya&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the people who coloured my secondary school years and pull me up when I fell to the deepest trench. And never once did they ask for anything as return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I want to kick myself for not appreciating them enough in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Economics lecture today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Teacher: If you do not know how to speak their language when you go to&lt;br /&gt;South Africa (or other foreign countries), you can just say "coke" and they will&lt;br /&gt;still understand. Everyone in the world knows what is coke. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; i&lt;em&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;you want to strike a conversation with a stranger at the bus stop, just say&lt;br /&gt;"coke".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-782742077833054872?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/782742077833054872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=782742077833054872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/782742077833054872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/782742077833054872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-governed-by-no-rule.html' title='Love is governed by no rule.'/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1323080294968329911</id><published>2009-05-10T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:31:25.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I discovered Drama City at KBS channel over my breakfast today. &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos/category/dummy/watch/v156400559AkrbKj7#watch%3Dv156394802DBhBMMj"&gt;Once there lived sweetfish&lt;/a&gt; is the first drama I encountered and it lasts for an hour. In fact, Drama City airs 1 hour short dramas just like Enid Blyton's books with short stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was debating with me on the ending to Once there lived sweetfish drama. Happy endings give the 'aww' factor but a pinch of regrets at the unexpecting ending leaves a heavier impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Watching Boys over flowers makes my world a happier place. Unfortunately, half of my life is dedicated to the endless tutorials. So Boys over flowers have to wait and that's how I lose track of the storyline. Maybe I got to afford just one day to watch the remaining episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ltik-L6rZjI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ltik-L6rZjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its soundtracks and corresponding music videos are equally touching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-1323080294968329911?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1323080294968329911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1323080294968329911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1323080294968329911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1323080294968329911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-discovered-drama-city-at-kbs-channel.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-389147389307357478</id><published>2009-05-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:32:16.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;" How likely do you think that we shall ever be able to predict accurately the&lt;br /&gt;occurrence...of tectonic events?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is nature ever predictable?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-389147389307357478?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/389147389307357478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=389147389307357478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/389147389307357478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/389147389307357478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-likely-do-you-think-that-we-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-338115151135676488</id><published>2009-05-08T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:08:49.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's more of a relief that everything is over. &lt;em&gt;Almost&lt;/em&gt; everything, but the major part is past us now. Still, I do gain a lot through this whole agonizing yet enriching process. Be it getting to know my crazily hilarious partner, Der Bi better or bringing those inanimate black lolly alive.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to return to my momentum and pull my socks high up to my knees.&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy belated birthday, Khairiah! and Happy Birthday, Shaunice TEN!&lt;/strong&gt; :D I remember how we celebrated your birthdays last year! We had A math mid year exam on Khai's and another paper on Shaunice's. The presents we bought were all edible, haha! Food is our comfort beside having friends, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: I managed to pull through each day on the memories we weaved together. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes, you don't appreciate fully till you lose it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC Maestro! It's this reality tvee which selected British artists such as journalists, comedians and so on had to undergo training on conducting orchestra. They had no prior conducting background. At the end of their training, they had to conduct an orchestra piece live and compete among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite is Sue Perkins. She's a natural. I love her expression when she conducted Polovtsian Dances because the it triggers your imagination to paint a story.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TL0SZSbsoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TL0SZSbsoE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoU_VgfdROo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoU_VgfdROo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where's the smile that caught me off guard? But then again, I lost the faith and only retreat to the furthest corner. Every time when my heart is probed by the unsolved puzzle that baffles even the world genius and lured by the endless race to win the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-338115151135676488?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/338115151135676488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=338115151135676488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/338115151135676488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/338115151135676488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-more-of-relief-that-everything-is.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8184394036154332217</id><published>2009-05-03T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:40:30.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvIShZih1jM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvIShZih1jM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Probably one of the many commercials that Big Bang did recently and with some other Korean artists. Reshma's Handsome (Top) is supeeeer hot here and reminds me a lot of Boys over flowers' Gu Jun Pyo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/Sf2JN-zcw2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ho5glF5I34Y/s1600-h/19ghj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331568407166632802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/Sf2JN-zcw2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ho5glF5I34Y/s320/19ghj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four&lt;/em&gt; more days to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-8184394036154332217?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8184394036154332217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8184394036154332217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8184394036154332217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8184394036154332217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/05/probably-one-of-many-commercials-that.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/Sf2JN-zcw2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ho5glF5I34Y/s72-c/19ghj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4063836776283720601</id><published>2009-04-28T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:19:35.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jotJZhBsmjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jotJZhBsmjE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seung Ri: "Nuna, Ah yang."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  (^.^)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:D Ah! oh my god, I can just faint now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha, then Jiyong tried out Seung Ri's "Ah yang" pose! After that, he teased Daesung about the "I heard that when picking members of Big Bang your looks play no role"! Daesung is so cute and when he smiles, his eyes hide away! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-4063836776283720601?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4063836776283720601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4063836776283720601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4063836776283720601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4063836776283720601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/seung-ri-nuna-ah-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5209686811406427282</id><published>2009-04-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:44:36.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="334" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-qrvEVah8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-qrvEVah8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2pm comeback gives the word "hot" a hotter meaning! :D Junho and his jump make me very happy after a long day of CCA and tuition! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5209686811406427282?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5209686811406427282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5209686811406427282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5209686811406427282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5209686811406427282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/2pm-comeback-gives-word-hot-hotter.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-141452877739396507</id><published>2009-04-21T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:53:51.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprisingly, yesterday wasn't that bad after all. Maybe because we had two hours of free lesson as our GP teacher had fallen ill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jarratt gave me this box of glow-in-the-dark stars yesterday and he told me about his photo shoot with these stars. They're not just any glowing stars but they glow in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; light! I hung them up with the strings (that Jarratt put it in the box along with the stars) and when I switched off the bedroom lights, the stars were glowing in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; by my bedside! Thanks a lot, Jarratt! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Math Teacher upgraded her punchline today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When a student's handphone ringtone rang in the middle of the lesson today, instead of going "&lt;em&gt;Oi, who bring pager to class?&lt;/em&gt;" like she did last week, she went "&lt;em&gt;Jane (not the student's real name), please switch off&lt;strong&gt; all&lt;/strong&gt; your handphone&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." Haha, then we were laughing at her comment but she didn't understand why and kept going "Correct what? You must always switch off your handphone in class." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another funny thing happened today was during Geography tutorial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ruzzie, me and another classmate were in the same group and had to discuss this essay question together. After about thirty minutes later, we completed our group discussion. This guy (our classmate) then took out his handphone and started to sms. Our Geography teacher walked and stood silently behind him and started to read out loud his message, "&lt;em&gt;So how did you get the ball? - Jennatte&lt;/em&gt;" After which, she walked away with a smug smile. Haha, so cunning of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If our teachers start to publish their own joke books, they will sell like hot cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-141452877739396507?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/141452877739396507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=141452877739396507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/141452877739396507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/141452877739396507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprisingly-yesterday-wasnt-that-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5170017399505674698</id><published>2009-04-18T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:06:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGWqffzp_hE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGWqffzp_hE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;P&gt;Seung Ri to the rescue! :D and Top is so cool with spectacles! I love the lollipop stick inspired hairstyle that one of the 2NE1 had, haha! G dragon: "Nah, that's not how we do it." (At the beginning of the mv)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lolli, lolli, lollipop, oh lo-lli, pop pop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5170017399505674698?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5170017399505674698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5170017399505674698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5170017399505674698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5170017399505674698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/seung-ri-to-rescue-d-and-top-is-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3769742506352527811</id><published>2009-04-17T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:47:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ann, I don't know how you sound like. I've never heard your voice before in&lt;br /&gt;tutorials or lectures&lt;/em&gt;." - Economics teacher&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was once in a lifetime experience. To come forward to the whiteboard and write down every points she said was like running away from an avalanche. Because I got so confused and the feeling of her watchful eyes at me was setting on my panic button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, Ann no. Are you sure this is correct? Why are you writing this down?!"&lt;/em&gt; I can hear her voice inside my head.&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/6104589605536145085-3769742506352527811?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3769742506352527811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3769742506352527811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3769742506352527811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3769742506352527811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/ann-i-dont-know-how-you-sound-like.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-7356252647294207971</id><published>2009-04-14T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:45:26.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyone would have feel miserable or upset if they were in my shoes but I feel much relieved and happier instead. Even I surprised myself for this abnormal reaction or perhaps in the first place I had made the wrong assumptions. I think I'm going crazy, most likely due to the growing pile of tutorials and never ending school hours. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, at least we didn't get any nasty but entertaining and passionate teachers. Like today, our maths and geography teachers made some amusing comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A handphone's ringtone broke the silence in the class and caught our teacher's attention. She looked up at us and we thought at this moment she would scold us for not switching off our handphones. But..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Math Teacher (in an annoyed tone): &lt;em&gt;Oi, who bring &lt;strong&gt;pager&lt;/strong&gt; to class?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ruzzie: -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A student couldn't find his tutorial and started to search frantically through his file filled with papers that are stacked as high as Mount St Helens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography Teacher (very frustrated):&lt;em&gt; If I were your notes, I would be very upset to have a owner like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she said it makes me want to just laugh out loud but looking at her stern face, I decided that the best option was to swallow my laughter and giggle silently in my heart. For fear that I became the next topic of her outburst.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, her stern face disappeared and a smile replaced it. "Okay, let start with our tutorial!" she chirped. Her mood swung to an opposite direction. 0___0 &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is currently into health products and even plans a timetable mentally in her head on what kind of health products should we take on which day, how much is the consumption a week and all that sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruzzie and Reshma are now used to the unappetising brown coloured liquid imprisoned in my bottle. Like how I'm used to people asking me what the hell am I drinking. Chocolate would be my initial reply because I would very much like to imagine it is chocolate that I'm drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks back, my mother was into Kisses and Hugs chocolates and this container would always be filled up with those delightful goodies. How nice would it be if she has continued with this obsession. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-7356252647294207971?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/7356252647294207971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=7356252647294207971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7356252647294207971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7356252647294207971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyone-would-have-feel-miserable-or.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8420921071710278647</id><published>2009-04-13T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:34:30.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day, I want to just take in the sight of the stars (or satellites) sprinkled in the night sky and detach myself from everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-8420921071710278647?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8420921071710278647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8420921071710278647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8420921071710278647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8420921071710278647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-i-want-to-just-take-in-sight-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8413102071715717399</id><published>2009-04-12T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:03:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Argh, I don't want to fail math again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                      and again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                       ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-8413102071715717399?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8413102071715717399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8413102071715717399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8413102071715717399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8413102071715717399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/argh-i-dont-want-to-fail-math-again.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-738934543685764253</id><published>2009-04-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:38:14.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GU1huM02dJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GU1huM02dJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seung Ri is playing the piano :D and the way they advertised the ice-cream make me crave for one right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17SQomU2yjk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17SQomU2yjk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The video goes like this: Taeyang's stomach hurts then Jiyong recommended him to eat broccoli (which Seung Ri is holding). Daesung had pimples outbreak but after he ate the (same) broccoli, he regained his baby face and his pimples disappeared. Seung Ri wanted to cure his panda eyes and so he ate the broccoli too. With the help of the broccoli (and Jiyong's fingers to hide the dark circles, haha!), no more panda eyes for Seung ri! In the nutshell, they're advertising broccoli? Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today, we learnt to maintain a healthy diet balance with Big Bang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-738934543685764253?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/738934543685764253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=738934543685764253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/738934543685764253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/738934543685764253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/seung-ri-is-playing-piano-d-and-way.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3309232806557428204</id><published>2009-04-08T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:43:23.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as I want to pat your shoulder and said, "It's okay.", I can't bring myself to because I don't feel that it is okay either. You all deserved much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I can truthfully tell you is no matter what other people see you as, &lt;strong&gt;you all will always be the gold in my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: I've never been so proud to tell people where my passion is ignite from and my true sense of belonging is always at.&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every sigh I made today is a drop of water, then I would drown in my own tsunami. You bring pain in my life and every time I see you, I need anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that your favourite word &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; is not applicable to this situation because I pray you get out of my life for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-3309232806557428204?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3309232806557428204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3309232806557428204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3309232806557428204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3309232806557428204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-much-as-i-want-to-pat-your-shoulder.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-668023713673277302</id><published>2009-04-03T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:06:16.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish we have all the time in the world so our conversation will never last. We had a bit luxury of time to sit down and catch up with one another. And they are my secondary school best friends who are just studying the same college as I am. Yet, so many things to say and share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nostalgia is drowning me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 17th birthday, girl! I know this is a day late and time should never be an excuse for our friendship. You probably won't read this post but nevertheless, I miss you so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been 2 whole years since we met. And four years since you initiated our friendship. That one year was too beautiful to last. If I have been innovative and a science genius, the thoughts and memories we had would definitely encourage me on to invent a time machine. Or some method to turn back time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kick myself for not appreciating the times back then. Because of your sudden migration, I learn to appreciate friendship even more than ever. You taught me how to be a better friend. Even though we all know that this friendship doesn't end here, your lesson is a painful one to learn anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I wish the time can freeze. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if you haven't move away. (I remember how naive we were back then, we wanted to run away together so you can never migrate away.) But, I can never control the time and fate. Maybe that's how it makes you so precious to us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because a friend like you doesn't come round my life every time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, Sureesha Jane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-668023713673277302?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/668023713673277302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=668023713673277302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/668023713673277302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/668023713673277302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-we-have-all-time-in-world-so-our.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-9903528633718174</id><published>2009-03-30T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:38:19.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A series of things happened but band just took up more than half of last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was this compulsory CIP programme for our band and children of ages 6 - 12 years old came by to our school. We had to teach them how to jump rope and dance to eh music. Hafizah, this outgoing 9 years old girl was my buddy and she can skip very well. On top of that, she is very enthusiastic and some of it rubbed on me. I ended up dancing along with her which was something I didn't expect myself to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(: I really like her and miss her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Sunday, we went to Esplande to watch West Winds. And and, they played Ross Roy with the composer, Jacob De Haan conducting the band! :D :D :D My life is complete! Not literally though and not true either. But for the moment, I felt overjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want the ride to keep going.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe my thoughts are flying further than reality. I confused myself more than you do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You all make the long hours much more tolertable and lighten up the mood. Reshma lied to Gamaliel and Nisa that she is in Indian Dance and to make her lie more convincing, she showed some dance moves (which she learnt from her friends). Gamaliel couldn't stop laughing when he tried to imagine her dancing but we told them the truth in the end. Also, he kept singing the annoying JoBro's song in a very hilarious (according to him) way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, Reshma's dream came true. She gets to play her English Horn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Nisa dances when she feels hot. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-9903528633718174?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/9903528633718174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=9903528633718174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/9903528633718174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/9903528633718174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/series-of-things-happened-but-band-just.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2235035294310488510</id><published>2009-03-24T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:27:16.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We returned back to our secondary school to collect our testimonials and O level certificates. The school was having Speech Day rehearsal and many of our classmates were there. I waved at my little juniors who are going to perform for the actual day, Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, we didn't have much time to interact with one another. I have soooooo much to tell Khairah, Syara and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still blinded by all the seven B3s that Cambridge awarded me ): No matter what they say, I've definitely let myself down. In fact, as much as I'm excited to meet all my old classmates, the shame was burning me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what we received mostly from our teachers, "You all are still in the same school?!" Obviously, anyone with eyes and equip with the sense of sight could see the identical uniforms most of us are in. But we were mentally prepared and expected this from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If this is a game, I'm backing out. You choose the wrong person to make a fool out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can only count on Hana Yori Dango to make my day better and all the good things that happen in dramas only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today isn't fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2235035294310488510?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2235035294310488510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2235035294310488510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2235035294310488510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2235035294310488510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-returned-back-to-our-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-6795909013919799386</id><published>2009-03-23T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:57:45.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I get moody on every Mondays and today is one of the worst Mondays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had memory test, literally for Economics. Or at least I'm the only one who didn't study the right book for the test. I cracked my brain real hard to lure back the memory of our last lecture, just to do 2 questions. I'm no psychic but I can already foresee a zero in my test ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To make the matter worse, our school seems like it has a policy of retaking tests which I have developed a phobia of. Re-studying is not my favourtie past time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we had to stand for an hour during Mathematics tutorial because apparently we came in late. A whole line of us stood neatly like wooden soldiers at the back of the classroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the rest of the day, I was lethargic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The turning point of the day was going home with Reshma. We went to Cold Storage again to drool over the large collection of cheese. If I have a hobby, this is it - going Cold Storage with Reshma and be awed by all the cheese. And we seem to be visiting it at least once a week. The last time we had been there was to buy her blue cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reshma got so hyped up by the sight of students dressing in our secondary school uniform. Speaking of secondary school, I need to make a trip back to collect my O level Certificate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I want to continue watching Hana Yori Dango but it looks like time is running faster than I can catch. All the flutter-ness that I have to postpone, argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Tuesday, please work out fine tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-6795909013919799386?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/6795909013919799386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=6795909013919799386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6795909013919799386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6795909013919799386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-get-moody-on-every-mondays.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2412175592638606307</id><published>2009-03-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:28:37.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There goes half of the holiday week and my holiday homework are untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our band camp ended last night. Honestly, I enjoyed this camp as it was really fun and I got to know more people whom I didn't even know they are in band. My camp group was very sportive and enthusiastic people. I think they are part of the reasons that make this camp enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least part of my holiday worked out fine. Another part will be spent over the uncountable tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When they say men are from Mars and women are from venus, they really mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2412175592638606307?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2412175592638606307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2412175592638606307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2412175592638606307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2412175592638606307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-goes-half-of-holiday-week-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-68245855744105280</id><published>2009-03-16T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:53:14.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a child who had his balloon blown away. I can no longer see you in the same way as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-68245855744105280?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/68245855744105280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=68245855744105280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/68245855744105280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/68245855744105280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-child-who-had-his-balloon-blown.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3820814619527367093</id><published>2009-03-14T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:28:11.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did tons of catching-ups today at my college's carnival as a lot of our secondary schoolmates turned up to support us! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MRS LIM CAME, LOOKING EVER PRETTY AND YOUNG AS USUAL! Haha! And and, when I called her (to ask her if she was on her way to our school), she greeted me with "Hello Ann!" I was "WOOOO SHE REMEMBERS ME!" and it sounded quite retarded because it had been less than half a year since we saw each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Almost half of 4E8 people came and those who I didn't expect to drop by came to the carnival. We exchanged most of the "juicy gossips" (Mrs Lim's words) and took a class photo together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As expected, people change with time. &lt;p&gt;I was talking to this (secondary school) classmate of mine and for once, we had a lot to share about. Last time, we always had a few short conversations but today there were so much to talk about (from eye candies to our teachers in the two different colleges) and I learnt much from him. Maybe it's because we weren't so close but he seemed to have change as well. I almost can't believe I was chatting with the same person that I did for last two years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or maybe because it's just that it has been a while since we see each other or talk to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like me and Reshma, we can talk non-stop during Geography lectures. Last year we were in the same class for almost every subjects but we didn't talk as much or even get so excited to see each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope if we have a chance, we all can meet up again. Because some friends are too precious to be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were tons of surprising things happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenga: "Oh my god, it's my mother!" (Looking at her mother who was right in front of her.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenga's mother: "Oh my god, it's my daughter!" (Her mother stared back at her.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reshma: "No, you stand here to take the photograph of us while we stand there." (Pointing at the directions)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anna: "Okay, bye!" (Walking away from us and leaving Reshma to feel rejected)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And my A mathematic tuition mate said hello to me (or at least I didn't heard wrongly). We have been seeing each other around in the college for the past month but didn't really greeted each other properly. (He is in the same school as me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Singapore is definitely a small world because my best friend in primary school happens to be his friend now. And, Psm made a new friend in Community Centre when she was mugging for O levels. It turned out that her new friend was actually my the other best friend in primary school and we only knew about that today. (Because she came to our carnival!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If two jigsaw puzzle pieces can't be fix together, will pushing and forcing them together help to piece them? You have every reasons to suspect me but the key to the truth is with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha, and the pact we made, for me to teach him piano and for him to teach me guitar after our A levels. I want to learn guitar from Shaunice too, soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Because all I see is you and when I close my eyes, it's you that make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-3820814619527367093?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3820814619527367093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3820814619527367093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3820814619527367093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3820814619527367093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-tons-of-catching-ups-today-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1462677349726138794</id><published>2009-03-13T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:19:58.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a carnival tomorrow at our college. The best thing is I heard that most of 4e8 people are coming! :) I miss them so very much and can't wait to see them all again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes when I'm lost, I turn around and run, away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKTaXS0b1KI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKTaXS0b1KI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when Jiyong wears hairband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kYIPgFt6gc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kYIPgFt6gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TstgRqLpeY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TstgRqLpeY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Seung Ri brings back all the smiles :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-1462677349726138794?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1462677349726138794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1462677349726138794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1462677349726138794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1462677349726138794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-carnival-tomorrow-at-our-college.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3443662905602764137</id><published>2009-03-12T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:06:28.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwlElwAeGk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwlElwAeGk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daesung is so cute and hyper! I want Big Bang to come to my school too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eDlwxzZFqY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eDlwxzZFqY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;NURSE SEUNG RI! :D  :D  :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-3443662905602764137?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3443662905602764137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3443662905602764137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3443662905602764137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3443662905602764137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/daesung-is-so-cute-and-hyper-i-want-big.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5743536965973937604</id><published>2009-03-09T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:20:13.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SbUkK2LofjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lchNOf7WvSs/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311191104314965554" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SbUkK2LofjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lchNOf7WvSs/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jarratt drew this and he said I'm the yellow so I should be happy! :) It makes me really happy and it is so bright and sunny. This will be my motivation. Thank you Jarratt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I survived Monday of this week but my Economics file that costs me 2 whole dollars never return back to me. Part of me was abit upset because it was a new file and 2 dollars out of my pocket money is quite a sum but never mind, it's only a file. Thank you to the people who helped me to find especially my senior! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is another day but Ann fighting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5743536965973937604?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5743536965973937604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5743536965973937604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5743536965973937604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5743536965973937604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/jarratt-drew-this-and-he-said-im-yellow.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SbUkK2LofjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lchNOf7WvSs/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1049300718489758233</id><published>2009-03-08T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:51:16.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cousin woke up every night in cold sweat and started to cry to herself because of the nightmare she always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time it happened was after she witnessed her teacher sending her classmate out of the class for not doing his homework. Apparently, her teacher was quite stern and it gave her a scare. Every night she would be haunted by this nightmare, perhaps that she would be the next one to be sent out of class or be the next one to be scolded. After each nightmares, she would cry to herself and would rummage in panic for any undone homework in her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those sleepless nights and she is only &lt;em&gt;eight &lt;/em&gt;years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher has this student who fainted one day, alone at home. Before that, she would complain about the dizziness in her head and is reluctant to go to school every time. Then, after the incident, she was sent to hospital for a thorough check-up. Surprisingly, she is deemed as physically fit so she was sent to a psychiatrist instead. It was suspected that she is facing stress in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress in her &lt;em&gt;neighbourhood&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;primary&lt;/em&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why let them have such unhappy childhood? Whatever happened to fun, laughter and joy? Why pile them up with stress and "if you don't study hard now, you won't have a bright future" all those shit craps? &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone, they're just &lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-1049300718489758233?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1049300718489758233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1049300718489758233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1049300718489758233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1049300718489758233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cousin-woke-up-every-night-in-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5452725707634033710</id><published>2009-03-07T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T04:39:32.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ruzzie and I went to Starbucks to finish up our tutorials with the company of our iced chocolate drinks. Then, we had lunch with Reshma and Khairiah at Banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard Khai has braces a few days ago, I couldn't imagine how she will look like. Now that we saw her blue braces, I can't imagine how she will look like without them because she looks so cute! And I miss her so much! (and ogling over all those celebrities with her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared our JCs life and she told us that her classmate from Meridian JC had never heard of anyone living in Yishun! Even though in our JC we had all sorts of schoolmates living as far as Tampines, I still feel surprised when one of my classmates told me that she lives in Upper Thomson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Reshma went home with her candy-striped bag while the three of us headed to Yishun library to study. We were doing tutorial after tutorial even Khai was trying to complete her Chemistry homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just about a month since we started our new school but the endless tutorials squeezed every drop of our time dry. My next movie date would probably be a few months later but I really want to watch Hana Yori Dango :( &lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me smile silly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5452725707634033710?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5452725707634033710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5452725707634033710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5452725707634033710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5452725707634033710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/ruzzie-and-i-went-to-starbucks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8223989690896513023</id><published>2009-03-06T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:03:19.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I quite regretted going back today because once I stepped into the room, a mixture of both joyous and unhappy memories came flooded in. This is where I really belong and my passion goes to. It was a short visit but we couldn't bear to leave them. I miss and love them too much. Sometimes, you don't realise and appreciate how some things or some people are just so precious to you, until when you don't have them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(: &lt;strong&gt;Hang in there, little ones. Because you all never fail to make miracles.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a pretty tough week and nostalgia revisited me many times. I thought maybe nothing could be worse than missing them so much (that I could actually die from over-missing) to end this week. Then, I just had to carelessly left my Economics file in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;volta&lt;/span&gt; of my day, just makes this week looked &lt;em&gt;very much brighter&lt;/em&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"My definition of holiday is to be away from students." - our beloved teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-8223989690896513023?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8223989690896513023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8223989690896513023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8223989690896513023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8223989690896513023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-quite-regretted-going-back-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1851386745258753403</id><published>2009-03-02T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:20:33.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mondays are dreadful. Because there are five lessons occurring consecutively before we finally got our first and only hour break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To make matter worse, I had to stand up with half of my class throughout the entire Economics tutorial today as we got five marks or below for our previous test. Then for an hour, she asked us individually for the reasons behind our poor results and told us off after that. It was literally a &lt;em&gt;lecture&lt;/em&gt; for today's tutorial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kept dozing off during English Literature, General Paper and Math tutorials. Like how I couldn't keep my eyes wide open whenever there were camp debriefs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What to do? I'm so confused and I don't like this feeling at 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/6104589605536145085-1851386745258753403?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1851386745258753403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1851386745258753403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1851386745258753403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1851386745258753403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/mondays-are-dreadful.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5970253695847127803</id><published>2009-03-01T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:22:30.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those short bus/Mrt trips that bring us across the island.&lt;br /&gt;I love how smooth the rides are.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that there's no 45 minutes or more waiting time for shower.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that I can take my time to shower.&lt;br /&gt;I love how clean and well-facilitated the toilets are.&lt;br /&gt;I love my comfortable bed and my own room.&lt;br /&gt;I love the roomy house that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;I love the luxury of choices I can have.&lt;br /&gt;I love the tall apartments we have.&lt;br /&gt;I love the modern life I'm having. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those rocky long bus rides that never get me giddy.&lt;br /&gt;I love the beautiful scenery and mangrove swamps.&lt;br /&gt;I love the beach and its cooling sea breeze&lt;br /&gt;I love how it looks similar to the beach that Big Bang went to in Sunset Glow MV.&lt;br /&gt;I love the friendly people who wave happily at us.&lt;br /&gt;I love the astounding starry night skies.&lt;br /&gt;I love climbing Mount Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;I love those small yet cosy wooden huts.&lt;br /&gt;I love those fireworks and the magnificent camp fire.&lt;br /&gt;I love those traditional boat rides to the mangrove swamps (but not the ferry rides). &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love CTG 108.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the constant support and care we give to one another.&lt;br /&gt;I love spending those four days of camp with them.&lt;br /&gt;I love how the guys take really good care of the class girls.&lt;br /&gt;I love how Sarenya hugged my hand to sleep on the second night.&lt;br /&gt;I love how we look out for one another.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that we can organise and work well together.&lt;br /&gt;I love the yellow and green house we painted.&lt;br /&gt;I love going through thick and thin with them.&lt;br /&gt;I love the unseen bond between each of us.&lt;br /&gt;I love this warm and loving family. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Matthew for helping me up the mountain and giving support.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jeffery and Her Lang for trying to help us get over our sea-sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Chery, Hui Yuan, Laavanya and Sarenya for the care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Derrick, Wei Kang and other guys who always take great care of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mother Nature for giving us trees and only bringing out the rain at the last camp night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;During this camp, I discovered a lot about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is really unlike me but I'd been avoiding to talk or speak out. The last time I did this was in primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It wasn't like this when I'm with Afrah, Khai and all. Like when I spotted Reshma or Muz in the camp, I wouldn't mind talking to them at all about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I find it hard to express myself suddenly and this confuses me a lot because it is really unusual for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it because we're still new to one another? I don't know but I feel better when I just remained silent and tuck away unnoticed. At the same time, I'm struggling inside because I hate being controlled all the time.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what is ironic, a Chinese funeral and a Malay wedding occuring at the same time near my neighbourhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5970253695847127803?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5970253695847127803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5970253695847127803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5970253695847127803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5970253695847127803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-393728318247421936</id><published>2009-02-22T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:36:43.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt=" taeyang and seung ri!" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b170/annlimxj/4vi83s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha! Taeyang got a scare from Seung Ri! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jiyong + Daesung!" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b170/annlimxj/1zbw3s4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daesung and Jiyong are trying to enlarge their eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Top!" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b170/annlimxj/28bbsll.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do not have a slighest idea what Top is doing here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-393728318247421936?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/393728318247421936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=393728318247421936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/393728318247421936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/393728318247421936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-taeyang-got-scare-from-seung-ri.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4667458665349477312</id><published>2009-02-21T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:02:57.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOhrmHrlTuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOhrmHrlTuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Bang - Wonderful + Sunset Glow (with Little Bang) performance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-4667458665349477312?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4667458665349477312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4667458665349477312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4667458665349477312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4667458665349477312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-bang-wonderful-sunset-glow-with.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-6228535484980797066</id><published>2009-02-20T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:08:01.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what I go to school for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy&lt;/em&gt;: "I just tell (bookshop) aunty that I want strings, ah? What kind of string is that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teacher&lt;/em&gt;: "You don't know what kind of string is that? Go ask the principal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy&lt;/em&gt;: "Oh okay, okay. I'll just go buy." (He made his way to the bookshop.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teacher to class&lt;/em&gt;: "Do you all know that I'm being sarcastic? You all can sense my sarcasm right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Class&lt;/em&gt;: "Yes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teacher&lt;/em&gt;: "Oh, because the previous class that I taught just now couldn't sense my sarcasm and they really wanted to ask the principal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teacher&lt;/em&gt;: "Time flies really fast. Before you know it, you are in Bintan for camp. Before you know it again, you are at home. Before you know it, you're having block tests and promotion exams. Before you know it, you're in university. &lt;strong&gt;Before you know it, you're middle-aged.&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/6104589605536145085-6228535484980797066?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/6228535484980797066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=6228535484980797066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6228535484980797066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6228535484980797066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-what-i-go-to-school-for-boy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3413169300304585512</id><published>2009-02-19T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:47:28.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You mean you don't know how to wash the transparency (for the OHP)? Go google it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I appear in your dreams tonight and ask you what is PPC, you better answer it fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She announced to us that she will be going with one of the CTG to the JC1 adventure camp at Bintan.Then, she said: "I hate the sunlight. You all (the CTG students) must carry an umbrella and shelter me."&lt;br /&gt;A guy started to talk to his friends during her lecture. "_______(The guy's name), one more time you talk again, you must carry me in a chair up to the mountain." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I love her lectures/tutorials and she made me love Economics! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our new timetables two days ago and grouped into our subject group (SG). There's not a soul in my CTG who is in the same SG as I am and the only friend I know is Ruzzie. Thank god I still have her. I really miss my CTG 108 a lot, a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had our first proper General Paper tutorial and the new teacher who taught NJC previously had her first day in our college today. She played two "games" with us. First was speed dating which we got to know more of our SG mates. Then, we had to use some adjectives to describe our new found friends. One of the guys described Ruzzie as "bubbly"! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a few more friends in my SG, I realised that they're very outgoing and cheerful bunch of people. Since we're going to spend 2 years studying together, we might as well interact with one another more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can replace the 108 in my heart (haha, that sounds insanely cheesy.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't answer my questions? You will see some of you rolling down the mountain during camp." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-3413169300304585512?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3413169300304585512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3413169300304585512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3413169300304585512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3413169300304585512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-mean-you-dont-know-how-to-wash.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3781408279026709171</id><published>2009-02-15T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:05:05.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303039646509199682" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SZgudjf-cUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GtXUpIzPUs8/s320/2517863269_49c2f89491.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want Seung Ri to appear at my front door like this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-3781408279026709171?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3781408279026709171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3781408279026709171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3781408279026709171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3781408279026709171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-seung-ri-to-appear-at-my-front.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SZgudjf-cUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GtXUpIzPUs8/s72-c/2517863269_49c2f89491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-9028428299280036355</id><published>2009-02-12T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:19:50.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It turns out that Economics lecture isn't all that bad after all. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Do you get full marks if you don't answer the question properly? No, you get a question mark." Haha, our lecturer has more sense of humour than I can ever imagine. She even asked us to go home and practise our "interested" face because if we look bored in lectures, she will make us answer her questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm supposed to do Jarratt's tag in his blog but I saved most of my songs in a thumbdrive. So I'll do his tag during one of the weekends. Sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hasn't hit me yet that we're back where we started from. But I don't feel any passion. Maybe it is just the beginning or maybe the time is short. Well, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss my little juniors. Even though they're quite tall and big especially Alif, they will always be my&lt;em&gt; little&lt;/em&gt; juniors (: Argh, I miss them so so so so so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reshma went bimbo today and started to insult me. I think today is Insulting-Ann Day. She kept laughing at me and said "I know, this is the symptoms. I know." Then, she told Kenga that "I'm not like Ann who talks to herself." Haha. Shaunice called my name wrongly. Of all names she can call, she has to call me Reshma who made fun of me. I'm joking, Reshma! Don't be sad! And you finally admitted that you're older than me! O-L-D-E-R! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and I want to seriously thank those beautiful people who bought me the threadless yellow hoody! It comes a lot handy when all lectures are conducted in air-conditioned rooms! :D THANK YOU! and I miss you people too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-9028428299280036355?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/9028428299280036355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=9028428299280036355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/9028428299280036355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/9028428299280036355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-turns-out-that-economics-lecture.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-9038000808915707991</id><published>2009-02-10T01:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:32:51.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just when I thought nothing could be worse than falling asleep while reading economics notes. Then, someone above sends me a economics lecturer that make sure I can pay my fullest attention during lectures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all hit a bad start during our first economics lecture. Punctuality is most likely the lecturer's middle name. I feel like I should scream in her face and run away or just remain silent and sneak off quietly for the remaining two years of lectures. But, on the brighter side (I think it's the only bright side I could see so far), at least I can keep up with the lectures since economics notes make me sleep, very soundly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, we attended our first ever lectures or to put it in a cool way it's orientation, lecture styleee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I enjoyed most of the lessons especially English Literature. And, H2 Math lectures brought me back to the good old days of physics lessons with Mdm Tan. If the lecture notes didn't make me faint, the price of the graphing calculator would have done the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lectures, we went to change our oversize newly purchased uniform. Are all Junior College skirts meant to be "high" skirts and suffocate us? I need lessons on how to wear my school skirts. It would be nice if it has lecture notes that give step by step instructions to go with the lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I wore my new uniform and looked in the mirror. Then, I started to wonder, so is this all I've been waiting for after the release of O level results. I'd been wanting to move on and stop dwelling on the past. And, it looks like someone just gave me a generous hamper filled with new environment, new teachers, new friends and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, my fear starts to kick in. I'm a coward and this makes a right time for me to slap myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't make it to floorball tryouts yesterday but I did learnt something about myself. Something which I had realised earlier but didn't thought that it will affect me much. Nevertheless, I shall go with what I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is another lecture but I will survive. If not, just cast my ashes anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-9038000808915707991?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/9038000808915707991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=9038000808915707991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/9038000808915707991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/9038000808915707991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-when-i-thought-nothing-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2807867209792549591</id><published>2009-02-06T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:42:35.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We came to the end of 5 days orientation and I wish for more though. Since I don't really like all the day 1s of any orientation, I'll just start with day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt our JC's mass dance today which is a couple dance. Overall, I love the dance because it has very lively moves and groovy music, except the part which we have to dance with a guy partner. Because I'm already such a bad dancer so dancing with a partner will make it even worse. Of all the five partners I had, none of their feet was spared. Haha! I kept stepping on their feet and apologising to them. Fortunately, all of them were very nice (even though they might had gone home with swollen feet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this senior who kept pulling me and Hui Yuan up on stage to dance so we gave her a nickname that has the word sabotage in it. I think you get the idea. Actually, she's very patient towards us when she teaches us how to dance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day which I started to like my class. The girls in my class are very friendly and they hardly make you feel left out. Most of the guys are quite gentlemen and &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; all of them are pretty cool and very helpful. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Except for one. I hope he gets the hint by now. If we needed anyone/anything to follow us around, we would have bought a dog to school since the first day of orientation. Just get lost, to anywhere and further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I told Yu Ding before that I was hoping our class has some handsome korean guys. Like what she said, who doesn't want pretty girls and handsome guys in our class? Well, now that I know my classmates better, I don't mind not having any good looking korean guys in my class. Because my classmates are really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Yishun Amazing Race! It really brought our class together and made us work with one another. One of our OGLs kept telling us about stories and his life experience. I think we had covered the whole of Yishun on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of orientation and BBQ under the stars with Jam and Hop night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing that happened was Jarratt and me were listening to the band when suddenly, a teacher holding a Polaroid camera was taking a photo of the band in front of us. Then, he turned around with a Polaroid shot in his hand and he saw us, looking at him actually. He asked if we would like a photo and I was quite excited as all I could think about was Afrah wanted a Polaroid camera and here it is! He shot a Polaroid of us and Jarratt kindly let me have it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put it up on my future stick board! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we finally got to know the real name of the senior who pulled us up on stage to dance. She remembers my name since Day 2 because "it was very easy to remember mah". I should change my name to a really long one. And, and she loves our OG! Haha! I love her too! and then she took individual photo with me and Hui Yuan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our OGL kept bringing his friends over to our Bbq pit and introduced them to us. He must be a very popular guy in school because somewhere at the 29328239th friend who dropped by at our bbq pit, I was too tired to wave and say hello again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's mostly what I enjoyed out of these 5 days. I love OG 108 and our OGLs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Khairiah: Yes, we must meet up very soon! Sometime this week! Haha, but I haven't buy my uniform yet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Afrah: Seung Ri looks nice in anyhow outfits! At least I think so because I love him! Haha, maybe I can lend you my uniform so we can all wear it to our outings! Hooray! You don't have to worry what to wear to school if you have uniforms! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lifen: I do not know! Maybe the hermits will start taking drugs or steal from shopping malls! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Syara: Yay! You tagged! We should go out once in a month so we will never forget each other! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Khairiah: Okay! I don't mind! I miss you guys so much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Reshma: Haha! okay! Soon, we will! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2807867209792549591?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2807867209792549591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2807867209792549591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2807867209792549591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2807867209792549591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-came-to-end-of-5-days-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2443302979341542199</id><published>2009-02-02T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:08:32.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday, 30 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jarratt came to my house to take photos of my hamsters! I really love all those photos he took and some were also taken by Ruohan and Yuding! He edited brilliantly on the selected photos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which I will now display on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298146031470067538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbLvq3rP1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ivkmupBvOfU/s200/IMG_0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298146031021640050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbLvpMwyXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0-6IoEfBAD8/s200/RHIMG_0769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298146026172364338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbLvXImtjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DMaL7avi5q4/s200/IMG_0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298145290776100626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbLEjkePxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1dM-q4cm8ow/s200/IMG_0738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298145271244972930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbLDaz444I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZCfMt0uG2JU/s200/IMG_0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298145271004076018" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbLDZ6dF_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/KqTj6k4R7Fk/s200/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298144764877928258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbKl8ck90I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qGLbgip_sjY/s200/IMG_0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298144361590605122" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbKOeFYxUI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZAvbrNndl54/s200/IMG_0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you Jarratt, Yu Ding &amp;amp; Ruohan! Fatty, Poop and Hammie love the photos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, Afrah, Syara, Khairiah, Reshma, Shaunice, Su, and Ruzzie came to my house for Chinese new year. We played Twister and ate a lot of new year goodies. Haha, Su and Ruzzie are such good dancers and they danced to 10 out of 10 by 2pm! Junsu! Nichkun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, 31 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afrah, Muz and me went to find chalkboard paint at Spotlight but we couldn't find it. (By the way Jarratt, I'm filling up the empty space like how you suggested. Sticky board in the middle and chalkboard paint around it.) We went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Changeling&lt;/strong&gt; before that. Reshma is right, Changeling is really a very nice and touching show. It is totally worth 10 dollars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we went to Daiso where we happened to meet our tuition teacher. He promised to treat us a meal one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We parted our ways and I went to my cousin's house. I always feel like a kid whenever I visit them. I'm the oldest among them and the age difference between me and the youngest cousins are nine years apart. On top of that, they always want us (me and my another cousin who is two years younger than me) to join in their games. They make me feel young and free like a child :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday, 1 February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to blog this entry but I was too lazy. Nothing much happened yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to our new Junior College and had orientation. I saw a lot of my secondary school mates, a few of my primary school friends and one Kindergarten buddy. It was not a bad day and I managed to figure out the subjects I want to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I really miss Syara, Khairiah and Afrah! I miss sharing jokes with them or even hearing them cracking jokes. Or them talking about Gossip Girls. I miss them in my school. I feel odd that we are no longer in the same school anymore. I really hope they had a great day as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha, Syara if you're reading this silently, tag me! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2443302979341542199?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2443302979341542199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2443302979341542199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2443302979341542199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2443302979341542199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-30-january-2009-jarratt-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SYbLvq3rP1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ivkmupBvOfU/s72-c/IMG_0608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-7875345556595571861</id><published>2009-01-29T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:53:13.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZQTS0W4zbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZQTS0W4zbE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things to look /listen out for in Big Bang's Sunset Glow music video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daesung and his beady eyes with his outgoing, goofy attitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Top's rap is so cool! For once, I think he is cute (but still quite scary) in this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute Seung Ri&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sunset and the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't you just love the yellow school bus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The catchy and addictive chorus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G Dragon saying "let's go" at the near end of the video while Daesung saying "let's go" at the front part of the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want Big Bang to bring me to west and watch the sunset!&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/6104589605536145085-7875345556595571861?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/7875345556595571861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=7875345556595571861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7875345556595571861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7875345556595571861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-look-listen-out-for-in-big.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3545710732190289524</id><published>2009-01-27T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:43:59.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how I want my life to go.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After A level, I will apply at a preschool as an assistant teacher to work for experience. Get my related Degree in local University. Become a preschool teacher or a private piano cum tuition teacher at my mid 20s. Find Mr Right and settle down. Hopefully, I can become a mother of two kids and full time housewife. If not, I can still be a tutor cum piano teacher and stay at home to spend quality time with my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My ex-senior inspired me to be a preschool teacher since she is working as an assistant teacher right now. My cousin who shares her experience as a new teacher allows me to see the great satisfaction of teaching and nurturing young kids. My aunt who never fail to clean and tidy up her cosy house and spending time with her daughter makes me want to have a warm and loving family of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just realised the age gap between me and my cousins. Most of them are in their twenties and join the workforce. While me, I'm still figuring out what to do with my future. And my future had just became the topic of our conversation during this Chinese New Year. Since my cousins and I grew apart over the years, I'm naturally happy that we are still able to communicate. I got to thank them for sharing their opinions and giving me advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially one of my male cousin who gave not just about career related advices but advices on how-girls-shouldn't-be-so-tall-as-they-have-to-wear-high-heels (?) Haha, he is funny and I hardly take him seriously because he is always joking around. Well, until yesterday when he really shared with me how outside world is like, the importance of general knowledge and what my future will be like. He even went through the pros and cons of being a teacher and my other cousin, she told us what a teacher really has to go through actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, they both agree that as long as you have passion, nothing is impossible. And also the fact that I'm still so young and there are still so much to see in the world, so I would probably change my mind along the way. If at some point of time, changes happen. Then, my life will just change. Let see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-3545710732190289524?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3545710732190289524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3545710732190289524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3545710732190289524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3545710732190289524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-how-i-want-my-life-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8788711609837057216</id><published>2009-01-24T03:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:58:21.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fatty escaped from his cage yesterday but I managed to catch him back after a thirty minutes search. I think in his past life he could have been a skilled prisoner who fled from the prison successfully like Prison Break. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prision Break reminds me of the hilarious Family Outing show. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-8788711609837057216?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8788711609837057216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8788711609837057216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8788711609837057216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8788711609837057216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/fatty-escaped-from-his-cage-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1522727569546117637</id><published>2009-01-20T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:45:39.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found my answers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found them on the book's, "Shining On" last short story. You know how we all (okay fine, some of us) had been troubled by the JAE twelve choices and how the decisions you made are most likely to decide a future path for you. Like how worried I was that maybe I'm choosing the wrong future path or there were too many choices to squeeze and packed it neatly into a dozen. Or like how some of us don't know what we want to be when we grow up and what happen if we pick the wrong subject combinations or choosing the wrong school that can obstruct the path to our occupations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we shouldn't view those multiple and various choices we have as a curse but as a blessing. After all, we could pick anything we want to be. For example, I can be a doctor (never going to happen) after getting some degree and perhaps I got tired of wearing those white robes and smelling like medicines all the time, I could just switch to another job. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you don't know where to go or what to take as subjects/course, just pick something you are interested in! If I don't like A mathematics, I would be less likely to get an A for it. On the other hand, I would likely to score well in a subject that I'm interested in. In the end, you can always learn another subject or take up new courses when you need to or you like to, maybe in University or in private schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't turn back time but you can always switch to something else in the future. Treat time as your friend. Do you know when you're going to die? Since we can die anytime, just live your life to the fullest. Start by doing something you actually like or you will be regretting on your deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of searching high and low for our future, we should take control and set our own future. Instead of sitting behind those office tables (well, unless you like that) and wondering when is life going to happen, be the pilot of your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans." The book quoted it from John Lennon. (By the way, the title of the short story is "John Lennon said...")&lt;br /&gt;While doing what you enjoy or making your own plans, you might just happen to find the career you want. After all, people change and our preferences change as well. You could be dreaming of being an artist and the next minute, you decide to be a model. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a nutshell, we shouldn't worry about what others think or want us to be, or what the outcome will be, but listen and trust out heart instead. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the short story is about a girl who was troubled by the fact that she didn't know what was her ambition while most of the people around her had already figured theirs out. Therefore, she went round asking for ideas and seek for a career that will suit her. In the end, she realised that it's okay to not know what her ambition was because the time will come when she truly know what she will be. The only thing she knew about herself was the fact that she couldn't do well in math. And, she did just it, not to take math as her subject anymore. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I feel so enlightened. Even though the JAE submission has closed, I figure out what my subject combinations are going to be - whichever subjects I am interested in and love doing homework about them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-1522727569546117637?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1522727569546117637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1522727569546117637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1522727569546117637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1522727569546117637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-my-answers-i-found-them-on.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8874347661320735290</id><published>2009-01-19T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:08:26.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Korean songs are very addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like the first time I heard Nobody by Wonder Girls, the tune was stuck in my head, playing as a background music for my brain. Or on Saturday, I visited Li Fen's blog and she posted a video of Girls' Generation. They were singing a song with a lot of "Gee"s in it. Soon, my head is filled with "Gee Gee Gee". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, there was Kara putting up an unprofessional show in which Seung Yeon pushed Nicole in front of million audiences watching the show live or from Youtube. I tell you until now I still can't believe she actually pushed her fellow member on stage, &lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt;. Feeling amused and astonished, I repeated the video for another hundred more times. This resulted the similar consequence of the song stuck in my head. Well, you get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The funny lyrics of their song was played over and over again. "If you wanna pretty, every wanna pretty." Does this make sense to you? If you find this nonsensical, wait till you see the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I'm hot, you're cold." This is just downright stupid. Pardon me for not being able to read between the lines or in this case, lyrics. At least, whenever I'm down, I will just think about this line and it will send me rolling on the floor laughing out loud, not literally though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But what I definitely like about those Korean girl bands is how amazing that they can dance synchronously. Also, the fact that when one of their members leave the band, there will always be a replacement, while other bands will usually just disband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I've lost the habit of reading fluttery books after O levels. All those fluttery books don't make me sit down quietly and finish them up like I used to. I tried to borrow some fluttery books over the holiday to recapture my habit but the books were ended up cast aside, waiting for the due date to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite my limited patience for fluttery books, I developed a growing interest in reading books which consist of little short stories by numerous authors. Some short stories have flutter-ness in them but just enough for you to feel it as the flutter-ness usually happen at the endings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm currently reading a book titled, "Shining On". It is a great book of eleven little stories. Each has a suspense in the beginning and twist at the ending. I guess this is the bit of magic that prevents readers from losing interest but instead, it satisfies the readers' hunger for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll let Hammie be the ending of this post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SXR5Pq8oIMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_iwJOTVaPnE/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292988772200751298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SXR5Pq8oIMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_iwJOTVaPnE/s200/DSC02577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hammie curled herself to sleep, like a snowball.&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/6104589605536145085-8874347661320735290?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8874347661320735290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8874347661320735290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8874347661320735290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8874347661320735290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/korean-songs-are-very-addictive.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SXR5Pq8oIMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_iwJOTVaPnE/s72-c/DSC02577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5414438403490427134</id><published>2009-01-17T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:52:15.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will tell you who sing better than JoBros. Everyone, even Spongebob Squarepants. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgmdZ-RFTG4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgmdZ-RFTG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FyvraRtOGds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FyvraRtOGds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5414438403490427134?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5414438403490427134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5414438403490427134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5414438403490427134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5414438403490427134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-tell-you-who-sing-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-148026584792233243</id><published>2009-01-16T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:00:24.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;(: Yuh Yan and I finally met up with each other after 2923892102834394 years. Well, actually just after 4 years but it really felt loooong. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Vivo and walked around. Then we went up to the Sky Park and soaked our legs into the cold and refreshing water under the hot scorching sun. Fooled around in the kids' playground made us feel young again. At the same time, we were watching those kids running through the water. Kids are so lucky nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really miss my primary school days with her and my other best friend. Life back then was carefree and easygoing. I don't even remember studying for PSLE as hard as I did for O level. Actually, I didn't study much because I was hooked on Harry Potter books during that period of time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing I couldn't believe is how much we changed over the years. Maybe I did most of the changing part because Yuh Yan is still the same sociable and friendly girl I knew. Her handwriting didn't change too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nostalgic. All those good old memories flooding my mind. I hope we can continue to keep in touch and thank you for an amazing day which I really enjoyed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, we're heading on to the next phrase of our life. My secondary school life becomes a memory, just like my primary school life. And, of course I want our friendship to stay alive and sailing. Just like what Syara always says to me, a ship that never sink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, I'm not a loser because of my unsatisfactory O level result or PSLE result. Instead, I feel like a winner because &lt;em&gt;I'm constantly surrounded by true friends whom I loved always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-148026584792233243?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/148026584792233243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=148026584792233243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/148026584792233243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/148026584792233243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/yuh-yan-and-i-finally-met-up-with-each.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4351010153503935081</id><published>2009-01-15T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:23:25.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is one of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;day in my life and I will tell you why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, take a look at my birthday presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SW89bBq301I/AAAAAAAAAH0/mykgaX0FRNI/s1600-h/viewkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291515621697639250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SW89bBq301I/AAAAAAAAAH0/mykgaX0FRNI/s200/viewkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They bought me this shirt (not the little boy's size but my size) which I put it as my Christmas wishlist. Don't you want to hug them? Because I wanted to when I saw it! Before I could get all excited about that shirt, I saw another present which is on my Christmas wishlist as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It is my &lt;strong&gt;FIRST THREADLESS HOODY&lt;/strong&gt;! :D I'm so overjoyed! I really wanted to give them a kiss each when I saw that &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; hoody! I love them so much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, Afrah, Khairiah, Hui Yuan, Reshma, Shaunice, Syara and me went to Settlers at Clark Quay. We really had a great time playing all those boardgames in the cafe! They have all kinds of board and card games which we've never see before and the service was really good! The people there really know how to interact with customers and recommend good games! That is why I would recommend anyone of all ages to go there so click &lt;a href="http://sg.settlerscafe.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairiah and Afrah each made me a personal card which are so beautiful! Afrah, as usual, is amazing in Photoshop and all, made me this one of a kind card! Khairiah who is very artistic and creative spent a lot of time and effort to make an awesome handmade card with buttons! She wrote very sincere word which touched me deeply. Therefore, I can't wait to get a notice board to fill up the empty space in my room and to pin up all these wonderful cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jarratt&lt;/strong&gt;, I should have thank you earlier since you gave me the presents on Tuesday! THANK YOU SOOOOOO VERY MUCH! I love the cookie monster and elmo key chains, two toy Koala bears, the sheep video which you burnt for me and all those tasty nougats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Afrah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Khairiah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hui Yuan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mariah,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Muz&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Shaunice&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Syara &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Reshma &lt;/strong&gt;for the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; yellow&lt;/span&gt; tee-shirt and hoody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Li Fen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ruzzie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ruohan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yung Hian&lt;/strong&gt; (my religious class friend), &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca&lt;/strong&gt; (my brother's friend!),&lt;strong&gt; Sarenya&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Lim&lt;/strong&gt; (my childhood friend), &lt;strong&gt;Weiying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yuh Yan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;my aunt&lt;/strong&gt; and all those who wished me! And to&lt;strong&gt; my family&lt;/strong&gt; who celebrated with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Honestly, I was shocked that some of you still remembered! It's definitely a pleasent surprise! I love today SO much and I feel so loved! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love all of you very much! Thank you for giving me the best day ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-4351010153503935081?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4351010153503935081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4351010153503935081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4351010153503935081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4351010153503935081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-one-of-best-day-in-my-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SW89bBq301I/AAAAAAAAAH0/mykgaX0FRNI/s72-c/viewkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2121587430964545534</id><published>2009-01-14T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:36:01.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm really bad at making decisions so having the need to make 12 choices on our course preference is no doubt a nightmare to me. What do you do with 12 choices? That somehow or another decide on your future path. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there're so many people who offer advices. Not that I'm being ungrateful and not thankful of, but all those advices make me think really hard and doubt my choices. What I'm confident of is to listen to my heart because only I know what is best for me and where my interests are. If one is interested in this particular subject or the college, he/she would likely to put in his/her best effort to do well. Now, all I need is for my heart to speak louder and for me to hear myself. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 17 tomorrow! And I'm finally going to have a lunch reunion with my best friends in Primary school! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2121587430964545534?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2121587430964545534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2121587430964545534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2121587430964545534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2121587430964545534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-really-bad-at-making-decisions-so.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-6158917167074601305</id><published>2009-01-12T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:25:56.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiao Zhou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I almost cried while reading your emotional and sincere card that touches my heart. I'm really glad to know you and to sit with you during Higher Mother Tongue lesson. Thank you for your wishes and I will miss you too! :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaunice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, your card reminds me of the name tent we had in Miss Chong's class! It is very beautiful and I love it. I will always remember you too, my primary and secondary school friend! Thank you for being part of my childhood and teenage memories! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Yuan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, your card motivates me a lot and makes me want to do better. Thank you for believing in me and for stand by me throughout this tough journey! I will remember you as my primary schoolmate who played table tennis with me! Your words cheer me up tremendously. Haha, I like how you put your mobile phone number on your card! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syara!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You should totally sell your handmade cards! Everyone will be queueing up to buy from you! They are seriously the most beautifully decorated and creative cards I've ever seen! Just by looking at the card design, one can see the huge amount of effort you put in. I guess all those arguements we had just made our friendship stronger and a better understanding for each other. I'm grateful to meet such a smart, creative and fashionable friend like you! Our ship will never sink. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Derrick&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; For being able to meet a friend like you is already the greatest gift itself. If not for all those encouragements you gave, I might not be strong enough to face any challenges. Likewise, don't be disheartened and we must believe in ourselves. What you had told me is true, we're all successful. Thank you for cheering me up when I'm down. I will never forget a friend / cousin like you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-6158917167074601305?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/6158917167074601305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=6158917167074601305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6158917167074601305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6158917167074601305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/xiao-zhou-i-almost-cried-while-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8365920540001679848</id><published>2009-01-12T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:51:56.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm moving forward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-8365920540001679848?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8365920540001679848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8365920540001679848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8365920540001679848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8365920540001679848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-moving-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-7831045587868626074</id><published>2009-01-10T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:38:50.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over these few days, we had been to Ngee Ann, Singapore and Republic Polytechnics and Yishun and Anderson Junior College. Before the O levels, Meridian and Anglo-Chinese Junior College had their open houses. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singapore and Republic Polytechnics changed my view on entering a polytechnic. It is totally different from a Junior College and a far cry from Secondary School. But since I'm heading for the University path, I have to think carefully before making any decisions. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I heard from Afrah who had been to Temasek Polytechnic Open House today that it is the best Open House she had been to. Temasek is a great school too. But Reshma tempts me with Victoria JC which I know that I can never be smart enough to get in. At least not in this life. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess what our usher from Yishun JC told us is right. He said that if you haven't figure out what you want to be in the future yet, Junior College is best for you. For those who already know what they want their future occupation to be, they are more suitable for Polytechnic. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For me, I'm waiting for 12 January to arrive before making serious deicions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-7831045587868626074?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/7831045587868626074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=7831045587868626074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7831045587868626074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7831045587868626074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-these-few-days-we-had-been-to-ngee.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4278362511842423888</id><published>2009-01-05T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:49:54.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love today! because of how we actually watched two movies in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shaunice asked me what I would like to do on my birthday. After giving a hard thought to her question, I wouldn't really care where we go on my birthday but what I would enjoy most is to have the company of &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my friends. We can go to the moon for all I care, but as long as all of us do it together, it would be the birthday I really want. On the other hand, it does sounds too selfish and too demanding to ask for everyone's time to accompany me. So, I would probably settle for a birthday gift which I hope I can give myself, less than or equal to 12 points for my O level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On top of that, there're rumours that the O level result day could be on my birthday which is the last thing I want. Because I like the day to be peaceful and I don't want anyone to be upset or disappointed on that day. So if the rumours are true, I can kiss the peaceful day goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I really do love today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-4278362511842423888?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4278362511842423888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4278362511842423888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4278362511842423888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4278362511842423888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-today-because-of-how-we-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5846883518286328231</id><published>2009-01-02T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:20:42.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OPEN HOUSE SEASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;Republic Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (10am - 6pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (10am - 6pm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                              Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (11am - 6pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                             Nanyang Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (11am - 6pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                  Temasek Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (12pm - 530pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                      Pioneer Junior College&lt;/strong&gt; (930am - 330pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (10am - 6pm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                             Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (11am - 6pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            Nanyang Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (11am - 9pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 Temasek Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (12pm - 530pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synchronised Junior College &lt;em&gt;consists of AJC, SRJC, IJC &amp;amp; YJC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (9am - 4pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;Republic Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (10am - 6pm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                    Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (10am - 6pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (11am - 6pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                Nanyang Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (11am - 6pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                               Temasek Polytechnic&lt;/strong&gt; (11am - 5pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;Temasek Junior College&lt;/strong&gt; (10am - 4pm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                          Anglo Chinese Junior College&lt;/strong&gt; (1pm - 6pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;Raffles Junior College&lt;/strong&gt; (10am - 4pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;NAFA&lt;/strong&gt; (1030am - 5pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;NAFA&lt;/strong&gt; (1030am - 5pm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                LaSelle&lt;/strong&gt; (12pm - 5pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January 2009 - &lt;strong&gt;LaSelle&lt;/strong&gt; (12pm - 5pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5846883518286328231?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5846883518286328231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5846883518286328231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5846883518286328231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5846883518286328231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-house-season-7-january-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5635014657589087565</id><published>2009-01-01T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:27:36.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first person that I talked to in Year 2009 was my brother and the first sentence that came out from my mouth was "Wow, Wee Kit sent this really long Sms!" Yeah, it is long and thoughtful which put me to shame because I haven't really thought about my new year resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2008 is wonderful because it is when I really got to know my classmates well and realised that I shouldn't judge the book by its cover. I think 2008 in my life is dedicated to my class and my form teacher as well as to all my close buddies. It is also the year which I actually worked really hard on my studies. I can still remember how I spent my Chinese New Year with my Biology guide book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really hope they will not release O level results on my birthday because if my results are horrible, it won't be a &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; birthday. Furthermore, if I do get horrible results, I will have to face my relatives and their constant questioning with shame and embarrassment during Chinese New Year. It's a starting month of anxiety, followed by torture (or happiness if I achieve good results). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My New Year resolution is just be myself and shower happiness and love to people around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, this is the first post of 2009! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5635014657589087565?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5635014657589087565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5635014657589087565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5635014657589087565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5635014657589087565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-person-that-i-talked-to-in-year.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4669667377478270503</id><published>2008-12-31T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:22:18.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtLyFhu0mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GBXJRkMwRcI/s1600-h/lee_jun_ki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285901911498609250" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtLyFhu0mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GBXJRkMwRcI/s200/lee_jun_ki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtOtDRs9nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/now9nn0kzIo/s1600-h/casta_glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285905123530045042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtOtDRs9nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/now9nn0kzIo/s200/casta_glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;= ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you cross Lee Joon Ki with glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You would probably get these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtPcVQ64pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GAaYlGl8qSU/s1600-h/f5e4249a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285905935812453010" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtPcVQ64pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GAaYlGl8qSU/s200/f5e4249a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtPqWaW9rI/AAAAAAAAAHk/094r3RVehNc/s1600-h/390067741_3c49b8ca12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285906176638645938" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtPqWaW9rI/AAAAAAAAAHk/094r3RVehNc/s200/390067741_3c49b8ca12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtQKMo6bjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nddqJiu4AC4/s1600-h/leejunki88im2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285906723771149874" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtQKMo6bjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nddqJiu4AC4/s200/leejunki88im2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And all three photos make me happy :D but not as much as Dougie Poynter wearing glasses (which he doesn't seem to like). I have a thing for guys wearing glasses. Well, at least for male celebrities. I wonder how Jason Scott Dolley looks like in glasses. Hm &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I shall reveal my deep dark secrets of this holiday - I haven't finish watching My Girl and left last 15 plus more minutes to the ending! Khairiah and Li Fen would be screaming (not literally?) for me to finish watching it. The videos can be quite stubborn to load but I somehow know the ending to it! Thanks to Reshma who told me the ending and this makes me want to watch it even more. Though it can be frustrating to wait for them to load.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and the second secret - I have yet to catch a movie in the cinema during this holiday. On the positive side, this holiday has about two weeks to go and it's not too late. On the negative side, I'm out of money. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOO! BAKING PARTY TOMORROW! :D&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/6104589605536145085-4669667377478270503?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4669667377478270503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4669667377478270503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4669667377478270503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4669667377478270503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-you-get-when-you-cross-lee-joon.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SVtLyFhu0mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GBXJRkMwRcI/s72-c/lee_jun_ki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2447755804726276093</id><published>2008-12-27T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:35:50.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had three weird dreams last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The first dream was about me packing for a camping trip which apparently I didn't know until the last minute (about 4 hours before the trip starts). I was frantically searching and throwing things into a yellow backpack. With the camping list on my hand, I ran around the house to find my undergarment bag. Then, all of a sudden, somebody said the camping trip is postponed to Tomorrow. This allowed me to have more time for packing so I arranged my things calmly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, someone shouted (again) that the camping trip is postponed back to Today with about one and a half an hour to spare. I became panic and ran around to pack again. It took me about an hour to find my undergarment bag and at the last half an hour, my mother was supposed to pass me something essential. Very S-L-O-W-L-Y, she handled the thing to me and behind me, everyone was counting down to the last 10 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly, I realised that I don't have any camping trip scheduled for this holiday and finally figured out that I was actually dreaming, so I forced myself awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then, it was still dark outside so I went to sleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The second dream was much more scary. Reshma announced to us (Afrah and me) that she bought &lt;strong&gt;many little frogs&lt;/strong&gt; as her pets! She even showed the frogs to us. There were like thousand of dirty green coloured frogs in her medium-sized cage and they were staring at us with their tiny eyes. Some frogs were clinched on to the side of the cage while some are buried in the sand which filled half of the cage. If I continue to describe further, I would probably die of too many goosebumps on my skin right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I leaned further away from Reshma and her frogs but she pushed the cage calmly into my face. In another words, I was forced to watch her frogs. Initially, I was hoping that Afrah would finally say to Reshma that I have phobia of frogs or that Reshma would finally figure out my phobia so she would stop shoving the cage into my face. Instead, Afrah peered curiously and with awed into the cage. She stood there silently while I stood there pertrified, unable to move away or scream. I couldn't even force myself to wake up like the last dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, Reshma said without any emotion, "Yesterday, I accidentally shook the cage too violently that half the frogs died but never mind, there are still many frogs left." She pushed the cage to me and showed me the remaining frogs left. I could see some dead frogs lying around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The funny thing about this dream was that her frogs fed on tiny cockroaches which Reshma is afraid of. There were tiny cockroaches wings peeking out from the sand. So I wondered how did Reshma fed her frogs with cockroaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The dream finally ended when Reshma heard something and walked away from us with her cage full of frogs. We just followed her behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The third dream's setting was some Chinese drama version of ancient history. I was riding a horse to a kingdom made with ice. I think I was a messenger for my country and needed to deliver something to the ice kingdom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only thing I could remember about this dream was that the King of Ice had a jar of pet frogs too. Like Reshma, he showed it to me. Unlike Reshma, he asked proudly for my opinons of his pets. I answered weakly that they were nice. At some point of the dream, the jar broke and the frogs started to hop away. I rode away from the kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So there you have it, my three freaky dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2447755804726276093?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2447755804726276093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2447755804726276093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2447755804726276093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2447755804726276093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-three-weird-dreams-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8414003896370717343</id><published>2008-12-21T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:15:27.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;19 December 2008, The last ROD I had in my secondary school band life! My juniors are really sweet as they bought us such special presents, a gold medal that engraved "World's Biggest Heart" on it with fat little hearts around. For Ruzzie, it is " World's Greatest Hero" and Nicole's medal has "World's Greatest Coach" on it. They also specially made us their own certificates for us. I really like the presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to Yu Ding for her creative present (a glass cup and a card filled with memories) and Reshma for her cute yellow card! Not forgetting my other band mates, Ruzzie, Ruohan and Kenga, for giving me the most amazing four years of band life. We are on the midst of organising an outing for all six of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to my lovely juniors (The secondary ones, Jing Rong, Jia Ying and the secondary threes!) for giving us an enjoyable and unforgettable evening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've uploaded photos to Toby but I'm not going to upload in my blog so if you like to have the pictures, just ask me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently, I've picked up a book,&lt;strong&gt; How They Met and Other Stories.&lt;/strong&gt; It's a book about love, all types of love. There are boy meets boy (or girl meets girl) kind and boy meets girl kind. Actually, while reading this book, I realised that a gay love story can be equally fluttery (even if you are not a gay). It goes to show that love comes in all form and they can all be beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This book basically summaries one thing, love is beautiful. I do recommend this book to everyone .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I'm itching to watch &lt;strong&gt;Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging&lt;/strong&gt; (from the net) because it seems so interesting, not to mention hilarious, and romantic? I think I will find out after waiting for it to load. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I think I'm back on Jason Scott Dolley craze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-8414003896370717343?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8414003896370717343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8414003896370717343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8414003896370717343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8414003896370717343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/19-december-2008-last-rod-i-had-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-512851903141241981</id><published>2008-12-15T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:34:41.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vOP-slvtg4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vOP-slvtg4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, I've finished watching Juno :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(I want to be your girl, okay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-512851903141241981?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/512851903141241981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=512851903141241981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/512851903141241981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/512851903141241981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-were-castle-id-be-your-moat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-7546919165684476119</id><published>2008-12-13T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:03:35.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a very fluttery and sweet dream last night! :D Even when I was dreaming, I can feel my heart flutters away. It all seemed so real until I woke up and need to use the washroom. Come to think of it, it's too good to be real. Dreams will be dreams, I guess but on the brighter side, at least I got to dream it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I desperately want to buy NUMBER ONE on my Random Order Wishlist (refer to previous entry) and Afrah is giving me a chance to buy it so is Threadless. Unfortunately, I have to turn down this beautiful opportunity all because of the lack of money. Band's ROD is on the upcoming Friday and since it is our last ROD (sniff), we have to splurge more to buy our juniors' presents. Not that I'm complaining about it, I don't mind actually to buy gifts for them and besides, the opportunity will come knocking on my door again (hopefully when I have the money). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These two months of holiday is suffocating me. When I didn't have that much holiday before, I groaned and complained. Now, I get so much of holiday that it bores me to death. No, I bore myself to death. Maybe I should come up with a To Do List.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What To Do When I'm Dying Of Too Much Holiday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Ice skate, anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Learn to cycle and swim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Watch a scary film (as Afrah has been trying to convince me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Go to some amusement park and ride all the rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Bring Fatty to Khairiah's house and have hamsters playdates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Train Poop and Hammie not to eat me up whenever I try to hold them or even better, train them to play the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Visit a flea market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Be a zookeeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Fly to a Disneyland &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Just daydream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Go London and visit McFly's apartment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Hunt for a celebrity (preferably Dougie Poynter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. What happen to our movie marathon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Fill the empty part of my bedroom wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Sit in the library for a whole day and browse through books about interior design with pretty bedrooms pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-7546919165684476119?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/7546919165684476119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=7546919165684476119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7546919165684476119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7546919165684476119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-very-fluttery-and-sweet-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-7320701937993250702</id><published>2008-12-12T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:16:00.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing beats the season of giving and sharing (not forgetting, receiving as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to celebrate Christmas and at the same time my grandpa's birthday until he passed away some years back. Then, I started to throw my own imaginary Christmas party. It's just all in my head. Do you believe in Santa? I can't say I don't but I enjoy the comforting fact that Santa could be out there with his gold of heart and a sack full of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young, I used to make this wishlist every Christmas and hid them under my pillow. Harboring a faint hope that on the Christmas morning I might find a big fat present in place of my wishlist (and some overnight cookies and sour cold milk). You can guess what actually happened but I love my own fantasy so much that every of my childhood year I still made a never-came-true wishlist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since nothing beats Christmas, I shall not dampen the festive mood and make another wishlist here just to live up my childhood moments. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Order Wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKQZ0UdJBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WmqNIkDpLkE/s1600-h/view2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278940486447211538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKQZ0UdJBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WmqNIkDpLkE/s200/view2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The shirt, not the lady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278942558426449602" style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKSSbCzRsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fGSblkMmRKA/s320/nano-yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKVURmOXhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cTAPkc2WjCQ/s1600-h/McFLYONLINEdotORG__%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278945888785292818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKVURmOXhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cTAPkc2WjCQ/s320/McFLYONLINEdotORG__%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This time, it's the guy but having the guitar works for me too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKWwL6KKmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5OzjVXEs8FU/s1600-h/1552-store3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278947467806255714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKWwL6KKmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5OzjVXEs8FU/s320/1552-store3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I want this hoody, please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278949039048398722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKYLpPel4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/EhvcmmT5DWE/s320/crumpler-backpack.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKZXI2RYdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/waoPJf5AdG0/s1600-h/mygirl_snowglobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278950336022798802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKZXI2RYdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/waoPJf5AdG0/s320/mygirl_snowglobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The musical snow globe from My Girl!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKaUnjjADI/AAAAAAAAAG8/26w8cnFiutk/s1600-h/PR_96013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278951392237781042" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKaUnjjADI/AAAAAAAAAG8/26w8cnFiutk/s320/PR_96013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Actually what I really want is to start a snowflake collection but a necklace sounds more realistic.)&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKbCj2KsEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/B8aymbYRjUA/s1600-h/ist2_1713398-singapore-dollars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278952181516120130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKbCj2KsEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/B8aymbYRjUA/s320/ist2_1713398-singapore-dollars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Who doesn't want them?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-7320701937993250702?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/7320701937993250702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=7320701937993250702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7320701937993250702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7320701937993250702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing-beats-season-of-giving-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SUKQZ0UdJBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WmqNIkDpLkE/s72-c/view2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-6872003279904996154</id><published>2008-12-09T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:30:03.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/ST5VpGMdX9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OyRRgMiqpXQ/s1600-h/32982755749014l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277749977850666962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/ST5VpGMdX9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OyRRgMiqpXQ/s320/32982755749014l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY GIRL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(made in korea.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seol Gong Chan = SWEET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seo Jeong Woo = SWEETER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Chan + Jeong Woo = SUUPEEER SWEEEET! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yoo Rin is such a lucky girl but I feel quite sad for Jeong Woo. I've only watched until episode 14 but this is one of the best drama ever! In all my years of watching dramas, My Girl is the sweeetest drama and it's bound to flood you with its overpowering sweetness. Even fluttery books can't make me feel this way. I'm such a sucker to sweetness :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THANK YOU KHAIRIAH AND LIFEN FOR STRONGLY RECOMMENDING ME TO WATCH THIS AND LET ME DROWN IN THIS FLUTTERY SWEET DRAMA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seol Gong Chan, no matter what happens, never let go of Yoo Rin's hand. If you let go, then I'll run to her and grab her hand myself, and I would never let her go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seo Jeong Woo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;, just go watch this drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-6872003279904996154?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/6872003279904996154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=6872003279904996154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6872003279904996154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6872003279904996154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-girl-my-girl-my-girl-my-girl-my-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/ST5VpGMdX9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OyRRgMiqpXQ/s72-c/32982755749014l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2489528892005941089</id><published>2008-12-05T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:59:53.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We paid a visit to the library today and took our time to browse through books that we were tempted to before O levels. All those books about beautiful furniture, unique lamps, dream windows (haha) and all sorts of creative looking sofas. Some books give ideas on how to decorate your room. I definitely love to do that to my room right now but nothing is free in this world. Even for creativity to turn to reality, money is involved. At times like this, I wish I have a pair of fairy godparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were browsing through a book of sofas and couches when this couch caught our attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/STk7_2X49zI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rFea_4VU2Gk/s1600-h/01loftcouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314406554761010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/STk7_2X49zI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rFea_4VU2Gk/s320/01loftcouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doesn't it remind you of sitting on a double decker bus? Not only was I thinking about that, I was telling myself that I got to have this when I finally have money (or some magic). It will certainly take years to do so. Nevertheless, it's great to have a goal to keep you going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of money, something interesting happened today. On the way to my piano lesson, a man who boarded the same bus as me didn't pay the bus fare. When the bus driver confronted him, he refused to pay up and even complained about how hard it is to make both ends meet. This incident did stirred up quite a commotion among the passengers. A commotion that even after he alighted the bus, there were still whisperings among others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looks like economic crisis spares no one and favours no man. Honestly, even I'm hard on cash so my dream couch got to wait much longer. But most importantly, economic crisis turns down smiles and vapourises the cheery mood of others. Money is not everything but not every things come freely either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;)-:  Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2489528892005941089?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2489528892005941089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2489528892005941089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2489528892005941089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2489528892005941089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-paid-visit-to-library-today-and-took.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/STk7_2X49zI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rFea_4VU2Gk/s72-c/01loftcouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1257946061881179703</id><published>2008-11-30T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:37:39.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/STKIHy7CGaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_8RmU5aiE48/s1600-h/dinodougvd2cw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274427781114108322" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/STKIHy7CGaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_8RmU5aiE48/s320/dinodougvd2cw0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PY 21st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HDAY,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DOUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;IE LE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E POY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes Afrah, I'm over the moon! :-D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-1257946061881179703?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1257946061881179703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1257946061881179703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1257946061881179703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1257946061881179703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-21st-birthday-dougie-lee-poynter.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/STKIHy7CGaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_8RmU5aiE48/s72-c/dinodougvd2cw0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-7156438394368083099</id><published>2008-11-26T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:26:16.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&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;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="FATTY!" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b170/annlimxj/FATTY.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did an animation of Fatty! :-) I hope he'll like it and he will live longer than an average hamster. In fact, I wish all three of them can live longer. Even though I know honestly that the trio might not make it through next year, I couldn't bear to see them go. On top of that, they were previously dumped by their irresponsible ex-owners and now all we want them is to spend another half of their life happily with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I wish that Sleepy (the fourth hamster which unfortunately died after a fight) is living a blissful life as a reincarnated human or an angel above. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-7156438394368083099?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/7156438394368083099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=7156438394368083099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7156438394368083099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/7156438394368083099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-animation-that-i-did-specially.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-3828145346546465538</id><published>2008-11-25T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:22:02.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afrah, Reshma, Khairiah and Muz came to my house today and we watched a movie, The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. It's a great friendship movie which we can somehow relate to. Also, this might be the last two months for us to spend more time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Afrah and Reshma started to play this detective game in my Toby though we felt that the game is nothing to do with being a detective, but more likely what Reshma had said: "Maid To the Rescue" game. Still like any other computer games, it is addictive and interesting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having an amazing time of not worrying about school results, homeworks or any school related issues. With all the time in my hand, I mostly just spent them in front of Toby and play games or watch videos. My life is pretty much wasted on Toby considering that I could use them to help needy peoples or do charity works. Prehaps, I'll do something meaningful after this 2nd week of holiday, like read a fluttery book. It's a meaningful thing on account that I can indulge in fictional romance and make myself happy (for a period of time at least till I discover in dismay that all is just a fantasy). &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I need to kick my ass out of this house to learn something new. Toby is the best thing that happened to my life (so far) but I'll still be bored and useless by just surfing the internet for two whole months. I should set a list of goals/tasks like the one that Jarratt introduced me. For starter, learning how to cycle could be top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to spend more time with Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-3828145346546465538?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/3828145346546465538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=3828145346546465538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3828145346546465538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/3828145346546465538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/11/afrah-reshma-khairiah-and-muz-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-106832663869858182</id><published>2008-11-21T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:50:50.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finished watching Hana Kimi Taiwan version. Compared to the Japan version, I think it is not as good. The storylines are similar but there are different twists and endings. The Taiwan version doesn't have a proper ending that is satisfying to the audience and the twists to some storylines are doubtful. The characters in the Taiwan version are indeed entertaining but they fail to fulfill the roles. In Japan version, Ikuta Toma protrayed Nakatsu better and Maki made a better Mizuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Julia, Rui Xi's (Mizuki's) American best friend reminds me of Sureesha somehow. I think the way they talk and their actions are almost the same which makes me miss her a lot. I don't really know when we can ever meet her again. Hopefully, we can meet her as much if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D: I miss Sureesha Jane very much.&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/6104589605536145085-106832663869858182?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/106832663869858182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=106832663869858182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/106832663869858182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/106832663869858182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finished-watching-hana-kimi-taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8012113836257776181</id><published>2008-11-17T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:05:17.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Won't it be better to just have Cinderella's fairy godmother to fly over before prom night and wave her magic wand to doll you up? No fuss over what kind of dresses to buy and all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take back my words, prehaps shopping for a dress is so much harder to shop for a shirt or jean. It took me less than an hour to buy a shirt but four hours to buy a dress. A budget to keep up with makes the process even more tricky. Seriously, the media company can consider producing a show on how people buy suitable dresses under a tight budget. Just like amazing race but at the end of the race they have to face a mother who will start churning out 101 criticisms about the dress they choosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress is far (maybe 1 million kilometres away) from skimpy. No tube tops, no straps, just the old fashioned kind and the length of the dress is directly above my knee cap. Take a look at the design of my dress would never occur to you that it should be wear to prom. It's (like) a sun dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, where's the fairy godmother when you need her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought little Tim, a robot on a chain. It looks very antique and once I saw him, I fell in love with him. In fact, I'm starting to take a liking in necklaces, especially those handmade ones and I would really want to learn how to make them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY LIFEN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;advanced&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16TH BIRTHDAY RUOHAN!&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/6104589605536145085-8012113836257776181?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8012113836257776181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8012113836257776181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8012113836257776181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8012113836257776181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/11/wont-it-be-better-to-just-have.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5477861319793323794</id><published>2008-11-16T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T05:32:07.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;TOMORROW IS LIFEN'S BIRTHDAY! :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, FOH LIFEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from Khairiah that you'll be in Singapore tomorrow on a school fieldtrip and I hope we are able to meet you somehow! At least to throw you a quick party! I seriously miss you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to find out the breed of my hamsters. They are Normal Winter Whites! The newly opened pet shop in NorthPoint sold two babies of such breed and they are so, so, so, so cute that I really want my hamster to give birth to a litter now! Also, the new library is everything you imagine or dream of. In another words, it's GREAT! All those brand new fluttery books invaded the whole shelves of the library. I felt greedy snatching eight of them off the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely an odd feeling but I can't wait for tomorrow's prom shopping. Maybe Afrah is right, pigs are flying. I'm not exactly tom-boyish but mostly a shirt and jean person. It's been like ten years since I wore a dress. The last two skirts which I bought for my band's ROD were only worn once and after that I gave them to my mom. I don't know how to pick a dress and hence I have the fashion experts - Syara, Muz and Laavanya with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom actually brings out the girl inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that brings the girly girl out is fluttery books! I'm indulging myself with the fantasy something which every girls dream of. Fluttery books are just like a modern day Cinderella fairytales with spoonful of more delicious heartwarming touches. Every girl enjoys a book that brings them far from reality. The heroine or simply phrased, the main character of the book is always getting really hot guys and for jerky guys who go round breaking hearts it's game over for them. These only happened in sweet dreams and fluttery books. Every happy endings send down a warming feeling down my spine and a sigh of happiness escapes through my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is just what I needed after drowning in schoolworks for four years. Though I have to admit, the end of O levels brought me to a loss initially. Like you lost an aim to study all of a sudden. Now, my parents brough me back on track by asking me to tutor my brother in preparation of his O level next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Ruzzie introduced Wonder Girls to us and we kinda fell in love with them! They're totally addictive and see even Afrah is quite hooked on to them. I shall place one of their song titled Nobody in my blog so everyone can enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt that I have a feminine side (not to be confused with feline).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5477861319793323794?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5477861319793323794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5477861319793323794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5477861319793323794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5477861319793323794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/11/tomorrow-is-lifens-birthday-d-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-5768694191124313353</id><published>2008-11-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:01:53.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF O LEVEL! WE'RE FREEEEE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another reason to celebrate this joyous day is &lt;strong&gt;RESHMA'S 17TH BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;! (: It's the happiest day of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There're so much things that happen since the last time I posted and I didn't know where to start. So I shall start with my three puny hamsters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HAMSTERS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had four at first but Sleepy, a female hamster died after fighting with another hamster. She died four days after we first had them which was also the eve of my Amathematics paper 1. My favourite hamster of all was in a horrid state after the fight. This was the first time we had to deal with our pet's death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Tuesday, Hammie, the other female hamster gave birth to a little pup but she bit her baby to death. This added the second hamster death to the list. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty and Poop (initially known as Dragon) are the male hamsters. At first, they fought a lot but when we spotted Fatty had an injured ear after a fight, we decided to seperate them. Poop (or foundly known as Poop Poop) was renamed by my brother because Poop just poops too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuXLOtLh3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/02Q3rr6Av98/s1600-h/DSC02287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267970408321877874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuXLOtLh3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/02Q3rr6Av98/s320/DSC02287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a sleeping Fatty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuW1Thj40I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UJwa634mdwQ/s1600-h/DSC02327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267970031658197826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuW1Thj40I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UJwa634mdwQ/s320/DSC02327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Hammie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuWMdMvKCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lEu3sGerDRc/s1600-h/DSC02292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267969329880573986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuWMdMvKCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lEu3sGerDRc/s320/DSC02292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuVldeqPxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TIHZMAa5x6c/s1600-h/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267968659940851474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuVldeqPxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TIHZMAa5x6c/s320/DSC02290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Fatty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's all for now! By the way, all the hamsters owners and hamsters experts who happened to chance upon this post, do you mind telling me which breed is my hamster? I'm not really sure whether they are Drawf Winter White or normal Campbell or other kinds of breed. Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-5768694191124313353?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/5768694191124313353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=5768694191124313353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5768694191124313353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/5768694191124313353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-last-day-of-o-level-were.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SRuXLOtLh3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/02Q3rr6Av98/s72-c/DSC02287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-2451653155723376001</id><published>2008-10-10T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:39:12.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had one of my weird dreams last night. The dream went like this: I was walking in the foyer with my class and we were heading to the hall for our graduation ceremony. Suddenly, I saw my senior sitting on a chair outside the general office in her casual wear. Not only did I not feel surprised about this, I even shouted to her, "Hey, I'm graduating today!" I couldn't recall what happened later. Prehaps I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was too excited to graduate and now I'm officially a graduate from secondary school! Today, we graduated and Tomorrow, I'll have to go back to school for my appointment with my physics teacher. Irony is part of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduation ceremony was surprisingly interesting and I managed to survive through the whole 2 hours without crying (like I thought I would.) However, I could feel my eyes threatening to tear during some parts of the ceremony. The long anticipation finally ended when the school screened &lt;strong&gt;Jarratt&lt;/strong&gt;'s video. It was the only video that makes me smile. Partly because of the McFly's Smile song and all those great memories we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it was such a coincidence for the "A is for Ann" and "J for Jarratt" thing. Thank you for the card which was done beautifully and for everything in these three years! I feel really bad for making you such a small card. I'll really miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim&lt;/strong&gt; (known as Mother Hen of class 4E8) for your fullest support and never once did you give up on me! I'm really glad to have you as our form teacher. We can never find any better form teacher than you! Also, for your handwritten card you made for each of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Afrah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ruohan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yuding&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ruzzie &lt;/strong&gt;for giving me little cards. I appreciate them a lot (even if it is written on a toilet paper) and the friendship of four years! Yes Ruohan, I feel really, really bad and guilty for not giving you anything. I will write a card on some ice cream wrapper since you like ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khairiah, Afrah, Syarafina, HuiYuan, Muzdahlifah, Reshma, Shaunice and all the other amazing friends out there:&lt;/strong&gt; don't feel guilty for nothing. You all have given me the most special gift which money can't be bought and something which I can keep till prehaps when I lose my memory. Nevertheless, you all have make my secondary school life worthwhile. The gift of friendship can never be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;my class of 2007/2008&lt;/strong&gt;, I love you guys and thank you for those who have touched my life in any ways. I'll never ever forget this wonderful class. Keep moving forward and we can make history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today is exactly one year since Li Fen left Singapore for China! It's indeed a very memorable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Harry Judd (McFly), I want to kiss all of you! (maybe not literally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-2451653155723376001?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/2451653155723376001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=2451653155723376001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2451653155723376001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/2451653155723376001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-one-of-my-weird-dreams-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4469999917142088838</id><published>2008-09-15T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:27:32.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So fine, I broke my promise and came back 2 days shy from a month later. Exercising my self-control is not what I do best. But I deliever a great news: The Prelimary Examinations are over! 25 more days to Graduation and 1 month, 6 days to the examinations we all have been working our bottoms off for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist this temptation to go online and share this piece of news with everyone who is reading this. Thus, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who have known me for at least half a year would also have gotten the use of my nomadic habits. My apologies (again) for the constant changes made to my blog url, especially to Li Fen who've always been reading all her friends' blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another temptation that I MUST resist is to watch My Girl which Khairiah has recommended me. I hate to disappoint her but I must wait till after O levels or I will be too addicted and neglect my studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall promise myself again to wait till after O level Examinations then I will spend the rest of the year with Toby and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;GoodBye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sorry there Li Fen! Don't worry 2 months will pass so quickly and before you know it, you can read my blog all day long!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-4469999917142088838?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4469999917142088838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4469999917142088838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4469999917142088838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4469999917142088838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-fine-i-broke-my-promise-and-came.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-1244876655823660021</id><published>2008-08-17T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:22:06.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Procrastination is the greatest laborsaving invention of all time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O level English Oral is in 2 days' time. Somehow, I don't really feel prepared and it seems like we're getting more fatigue as each day passes. It's encouraging yet depressing to know that O level is just two months' away. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's high time for me to keep a distance from my notebook in these three months. Though my main distraction is not the internet, but the Olympics. Everytime my dad switches on the television to watch the events, I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of watching as well. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not what people would call a sporty person, prehaps my niche area is on music. However, I love watching sports programmes and if I'm given a chance to restart my life again, I would like to pick up a sports, preferably swimming or gymnastic. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Learning to swim is one of my goals in my life, along with going sky diving and cycling. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These goals, on the other hand, have to wait a little longer for me to accomplish them. Because right now, I'm working on another of my goals, to do well in O levels. And in order to fulfill this goal, Toby and I need to spend less time together. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zai Jian, readers till 13th November! (hopefully my self-control is able to last for three months or so.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-1244876655823660021?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/1244876655823660021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=1244876655823660021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1244876655823660021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/1244876655823660021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/08/procrastination-is-greatest-laborsaving.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4258322572102070017</id><published>2008-08-11T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:03:04.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SJ__zrNcIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jo_1aTTQGfU/s1600-h/Enid_Blyton_cartoon_(FFA).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233182555265310946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SJ__zrNcIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jo_1aTTQGfU/s320/Enid_Blyton_cartoon_(FFA).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found this collection of Enid Blyton books on my shelf which my parents bought them for me when I was younger. Along with my cousins, we used to drop by this bookshop near my Granny's house. I love this huge bookshop and come to think of it, bookshops are one of my favourite places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular Children Day, I think eight years ago, this bookshop had a mystery dip gifts for 2 dollars each. My father bought for all of my cousins and I remember giving them out excitedly. One of my cousin who was twelve at that time, told me that it was the last Children Day she celebrated in her entire life. That was when I realised once you're in secondary school, Children Day is not for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turn makes me recall the time when I was ten, I thought I was no longer a child but a young adult. I told my parents I don't want toys for my birthday but rather something mature. It was a tradition back then that my parents buy us a watch as our birthday presents. For about three years, I'd always picked a red watch with bears on it. I think on my tenth birthday, I chose a black mature-looking watch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want to grow any older, not like last time when I kept wishing I could grow a year older each day. And whenever I recalled my childhood, I find myself thinking how silly and foolish I was. Pttf, imagine me telling my parents I want to marry an Ang Moh guy and I was only like, nine years old or younger? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to sell or give away this set of Enid Blyton books but I changed my mind, they are more than just books to me. They each hold a great childhood memory and I want to re-read them again. Even in the future when I become a 80 years old half-blind, almost deaf and sickly lady, just by touching these books I'll be able to recall the childhood I had as a foolish girl. By then, I will depend on my memories to keep my inner child alive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bookshop where these books came from had closed down when I was thirteen, my first year in Secondary School. &lt;em&gt;Talk about coincidence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-4258322572102070017?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4258322572102070017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4258322572102070017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4258322572102070017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4258322572102070017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-found-this-collection-of-enid-blyton.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SJ__zrNcIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jo_1aTTQGfU/s72-c/Enid_Blyton_cartoon_(FFA).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4048706018081690351</id><published>2008-08-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:08:48.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm very happy for Lifen (and Khairiah!) and I think she's super delighted for the rest of her life too! I hope we can go to the zoo before she leave for China because I really want to go to the zoo. It's been six years since I went there. Besides, my mother actually allowed me to go to the zoo on Friday but her reply came very late like when I was going to board the train back home. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much consideration, I guess I'm actually not disappointed for not being able to take photo on that day. Because I don't want to imgaine the consequences if I do take. We should remain some distance, now is not the time for me to think much. Being able to meet is enough to make me contented, maybe not for the rest of my life. My satisfactory is sufficient till graduation comes. Even though graduation doesn't seem to have any link with it, I devised a time span to place whatever happens in the past as history. Forever history until who knows, fate decides to twist my life. Or maybe we will just become strangers in this lifetime. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, my friends are euphoric. As long as they are happy, I'm delighted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-4048706018081690351?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4048706018081690351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4048706018081690351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4048706018081690351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4048706018081690351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-very-happy-for-lifen-and-khairiah.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8146579273208607407</id><published>2008-08-01T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:18:18.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll like to thank Xiao Zhou for giving me that postcard which she didn't want it in the first place but still, she wrote some notes on the postcard for me. Frankly, I really wanted to throw it away at first but after I read the notes she wrote, I feel very grateful so I decided to keep it. (Though I wrote some chinese words on it because we had chinese letter writing just now.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It reminded me of my primary school best friend whom we started the postcard collection as hobby together. She would always collect at least two postcards for the same design so she can give one of them to me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And my Higher Mother Tongue teacher who taught me for three years. I have to thank her very much for her patience and quality time. This distinction I attained for my O level Mother Tongue is all because of her. However, I feel that I had let her down because I was one of the four in the class to get an A2 while all of the others scored an A1. Still, without her, I might have gotten a B or even C. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, I feel very touched for the little heart-shaped note she had wrote for me and all of the others. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought our class isn't united or has class spirit. After recalling all the memories we had together as a class for almost two years, I realised that on the outside, we aren't as close as we seem but actually my class is just like another family in my life. We might not seem to be close but truly we care for each other. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not exactly the smartest in the class, I'm usually at the bottom ten positions in my class ranking. Honestly, I thought at first that being not-smart in a smart class, I would have classmates looking down on me. I'm wrong and also proven wrong. My classmates never look down on me and in fact, they're always there for me when I needed someone. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like whenever I don't understand some parts of the lessons, I could always ask my sitting partners, Laavanya and Candy Lim for help. Or the time when it was late in night but I needed urgent help for this math sum, I asked another classmate for help online. Surprisingly, he taught me patiently and ensured that I had fully understood what he was teaching. He even offered to come early in the morning to help me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even right now, we come together as a class to plan events like our form teacher's birthday or even teacher's day celebration. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have both girls and boys classmates who are willing to help one another and motivate each other. We are like one big family, all of us are brothers and sisters. Though we are still in our own cliques, we never turn down any help from other cliques. I think this is what a class should be. We don't have to show anyone or other classes that we're united. As long as, we are able to establish strong friendships among each other and this is all what it matters. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People usually don't realise how blessed and fortunate they are till they are about to lose something. Just like me, two months and nine days more to graduation, only now did I realise I love my class a lot and initially we might have negative feelings on some of our classmates but we are still 4E8 after all, a family which you can always depend on and be loved. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the end of my secondary school days, I want to be remembered as the girl who always tapped on classmates' shoulders and quickly walked away, pretending to be innocent. But, of course, they always found out that I'm the culprit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to be remembered as the girl who always want to make her friends smile and have a happy ending of every of their days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, what I really want to be remembered as, is a lucky girl who is blessed with close friends I can count on, a class who helps and cares for one another, juniors and seniors who care a great deal for me and family members who support me throughout. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night, my brother told me about his friendship and how he might have a fall out with one of his close friends. My reply was that people do change at some point of time but at the end of the day, they are still your friends after all and you'll accept them like how they accept you. In this lifetime, we don't have many chances to be friends with everyone. To be friend is a opportunity we must treasure. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told him about my four good years of friendships with great people like Afrah, Syara, Khairiah, Ruzzie and Li Fen. On top of that, I also have Shaunice, Reshma, Hui Yuan and my class to be with me on this last year of Secondary school. He was very amazed by this and thought I was very lucky to have good friends. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel that I'm the luckiest girl in the world.&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/6104589605536145085-8146579273208607407?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8146579273208607407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8146579273208607407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8146579273208607407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8146579273208607407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-like-to-thank-xiao-zhou-for-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-6315601168306239585</id><published>2008-07-25T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:40:19.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I'm typing this post, Syara, Khairiah, Afrah, Reshma, Shaunice, Muzdalifah and Hui Yuan are watching Dark Knight in the movie theatre. Two hours or so ago, we were dashing to the cinema from school for them to catch the 5.35pm movie. I wasn't interested in Batman so I turned down the offer to go with them and also I feel really guilty for not completing my English and Chemistry homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they didn't miss out the front part of the movie and they're happily watching it in the cinema, enjoying themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reshma and Afrah declared Fridays as Happy Days. (In case you didn't know, Mondays are Opposite Days, Tuesdays are Bimbo Days and I'm not sure about Wednesdays and Thursdays.) And we all agree that today is indeed a happy day. To spread the happiness, I have posted some newly updated McFly's photos for delighted fans out there. All of the photo credits go to McflyOnline.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm5fn98PwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jDiixyuRbEI/s1600-h/normal_mcflyonline_%252877%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226912795496038146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm5fn98PwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jDiixyuRbEI/s320/normal_mcflyonline_%252877%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MCFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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://bp3.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm5X8BloiI/AAAAAAAAACU/-jObj0ZV9y0/s1600-h/mcfly!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226912663441089058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm5X8BloiI/AAAAAAAAACU/-jObj0ZV9y0/s320/mcfly!.jpg" border="0" /&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;strong&gt;FROM LEFT: DANNY JONES, DOUGIE POYNTER, TOM FLETCHER, HARRY JUDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm56I9heXI/AAAAAAAAACk/YhnuTNPvKZ8/s1600-h/normal_mcflyonline_%252812%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226913251029252466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm56I9heXI/AAAAAAAAACk/YhnuTNPvKZ8/s320/normal_mcflyonline_%252812%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom squinting his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(There are a lot of photos of Tom in that album, plenty! Fans of Tom like Afrah would love that album best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm7dJBpfGI/AAAAAAAAACs/MPR6cKghJBU/s1600-h/normal_mcflyonline_%252822%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226914951853603938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm7dJBpfGI/AAAAAAAAACs/MPR6cKghJBU/s320/normal_mcflyonline_%252822%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Tom again, playing the guitar with dimples!&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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226915347290528338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm70KJKGlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z5P5Uo7KfBU/s320/normal_mcflyonline_%2528102%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Tom, who seem unsure on whatever he's doing and beside him is Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm8laK6X2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/byNARVNZG5Y/s1600-h/normal_mcflyonline_%2528108%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226916193406443362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm8laK6X2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/byNARVNZG5Y/s320/normal_mcflyonline_%2528108%2529.jpg" border="0" /&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;See what I mean by a lot of Tom's photos. By the time I had viewed about hundred plus photos, I was practically screaming Dougie's name and searching frantically for his photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm9QoybrqI/AAAAAAAAADE/I2MYJtQqEvY/s1600-h/mcflyonline_%25289%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226916936064675490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm9QoybrqI/AAAAAAAAADE/I2MYJtQqEvY/s320/mcflyonline_%25289%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I got is this one miserable indiviual photo of Dougie playing with a light stick and he looks cute in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInCM-VBYZI/AAAAAAAAADM/q5xMsmmyKC8/s1600-h/normal_mcflyonline_%2528109%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226922370685559186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInCM-VBYZI/AAAAAAAAADM/q5xMsmmyKC8/s320/normal_mcflyonline_%2528109%2529.jpg" border="0" /&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;They succeed in setting up the campfire!&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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInDOhbEIdI/AAAAAAAAADU/V_4bflQ9GXw/s1600-h/mcflyonline_%252888%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226923496797643218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInDOhbEIdI/AAAAAAAAADU/V_4bflQ9GXw/s320/mcflyonline_%252888%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite photos of them.&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://bp0.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInEKfrwr9I/AAAAAAAAADc/sM082kcEhh8/s1600-h/normal_mcflyonline_%252898%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226924527122952146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInEKfrwr9I/AAAAAAAAADc/sM082kcEhh8/s320/normal_mcflyonline_%252898%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInEotKGt1I/AAAAAAAAADk/SvJK9SkxSok/s1600-h/normal_mcflyonline_%252882%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInHwoTASDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BvdlZAc83H8/s1600-h/normal_mcflyonline_%252882%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226928480804948018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInHwoTASDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BvdlZAc83H8/s320/normal_mcflyonline_%252882%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this yellow big pencil case just now and have a feeling that Afrah would think it looks hideous. However, I love how big it is and I could store my yellow post-its and coloured markers in it. Also, I bought more yellow files and a yellow lecture pad so whoever opens my bag would be blinded by the colour of yellow in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For readers who doesn't like McFly as much, I promise that this will be the last picture of them in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For readers who love McFly, this wouldn't be the last photos of McFly posted on my blog and there are more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInGi1c0MtI/AAAAAAAAADs/M1u_BSfZa-Y/s1600-h/this!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226927144305963730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SInGi1c0MtI/AAAAAAAAADs/M1u_BSfZa-Y/s400/this!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Afrah and Khairiah, I hope you both are extremely happy on seeing these McFly photos! Because I am! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-6315601168306239585?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/6315601168306239585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=6315601168306239585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6315601168306239585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6315601168306239585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-im-typing-this-post-syara-khairiah.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIm5fn98PwI/AAAAAAAAACc/jDiixyuRbEI/s72-c/normal_mcflyonline_%252877%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-8945843631524427710</id><published>2008-07-21T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:46:42.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;McFly's new album Radio:Active has slightly fewer bubbly and catchy songs but one or two melancholy songs like Corrupted and POV. Overall, the album are somehow more "mature" sense than other past albums. Still, I enjoy listening to their new songs especially The Last Song in which Tom plays the piano soothingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite songs in Radio:Active,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Link removed&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you are given the gift of coming to this Earth&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;a chance to live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-8945843631524427710?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/8945843631524427710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=8945843631524427710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8945843631524427710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/8945843631524427710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/07/mcflys-new-album-radioactive-has.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-621512111005779086</id><published>2008-07-20T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:55:10.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I grow up, I want to buy a T-Shirt printing machine which I can print my designs on plain coloured or white shirts. Therefore, I do not need to buy printed shirts from shops but just plain tees for my own printing. Besides, I'll just need to throw in a tee and shorts / trousers and I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;But if I become a blouse-skirt or dress person in the future, then I might have to rethink this decision. Maybe they have a blouse printing machine. On the other hand, I've never heard of printed blouses. There're class tees yet no class blouses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I grow up, I plan to find Ikuta Toma. Even after he gets marry to some pretty and lucky girl, I'll still want to meet him. I would say. "Hi, I plan to marry you but never mind, you look happy with your beautiful wife. Thus, I'm happy for you!" Or I would just be too speechless and faint at the sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, you might be wondering whatever happen to Dougie Lee Poynter, Jason Scott Dolley and Michael Seater whom I were so crazy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dougie Poynter has a rosy-cheek girlfriend called Louise and I was alittle sad initially. However, after almost four years of constantly-thinking-how-hot-and-random-he-is, I'm glad he has a girlfriend because for a moment there, I thought he would be gay. And, they look happy together, at least I think they are because I don't keep track of celebrity couples.&lt;br /&gt;For all those Dougie fans out there (I'm also refering to Khairiah, of course!), &lt;a href="http://www.dougie-poynter.com/dougie/quotes.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a site of Dougie's quotes of girlfriends, fans, himself and all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Louise is a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jason Scott Dolley whom I prefer to say his full name insted of just Jason Dolley, is rumoured to have a girlfriend. I think it's Chelsea Staub but on the other hand, there are more rumours that she is dating Joe Jonas (ahem). Chelsea acts along with Jason in MinuteMan as well which in my opinon, she laughed very prettily in that show. Yes, she is really very pretty. And then again, all actresses are always pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Michael Seater shares the birthday date as me!!! I'm very proud to be born on the same date (but not the same year) as a cute actor! Because the only other famous person I know who shares the common birthday is Martin Luther King, American civil rights leader. They are cool people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what happen to Dougie Poynter, Jason Scott Dolley and Michael Seater (and also Martin Luther King)! Anyway, I was just joking about telling Ikuta Toma on telling him my plan to marry him because he would most likely call the security to take me away. Or if I faint, he will call them to get a stretcher and throw me out of the door. But I'm not joking about meeting him, as a fan of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-621512111005779086?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/621512111005779086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=621512111005779086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/621512111005779086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/621512111005779086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-buy-t-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-4127978863601520774</id><published>2008-07-18T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:23:18.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIB8uxuhkEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EVjM_rbiIjg/s1600-h/__We_believe_in_you___by_ldinami7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224312710814076994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIB8uxuhkEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EVjM_rbiIjg/s320/__We_believe_in_you___by_ldinami7e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I BELIEVE I CAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so you better believe in yourself too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6104589605536145085-4127978863601520774?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/4127978863601520774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=4127978863601520774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4127978863601520774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/4127978863601520774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-believe-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WJ0s_FbmYtk/SIB8uxuhkEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EVjM_rbiIjg/s72-c/__We_believe_in_you___by_ldinami7e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-6106173818699431440</id><published>2008-07-18T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:21:21.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By shunning away and forcefully shutting you away from my life, I realised I'd actually acted selfishly. Tracing back to the past, did I finally figured out I had misunderstood and trying to push the blame to you. And it has been almost a year. I thought I hated you and will never forgive you but actually, I've placed the hatred on myself unknowingly. This first ever precious friendship I broke taught me a heavy lesson and I saw an ugly side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even now, after I'd tried to apologise and pushing issues to their original position, there is still tension between us, not to mention how awkward I felt. All those times we had when we were close friends were very memorable and despite the difficulties you faced, you had been such a good friend and cheered me up. I took this friendship for granted and broke it just like that. This is one thing in my life that if I will to die now, I would regret the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the one who carelessly broke this friendship, I'm truly sorry for causing so much pain and hurt. But I guess my apology is one year late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-6106173818699431440?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/6106173818699431440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=6106173818699431440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6106173818699431440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/6106173818699431440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/07/by-shunning-away-and-forcefully.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104589605536145085.post-588623298899508313</id><published>2008-07-16T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:24:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MCFLY'S NEW SONG - ONE FOR THE RADIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9UQnCchIn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9UQnCchIn4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's hairstyle reminds me of Jason Scott Dolley except Jason looks nicer with it. Dougie is in PINK and looking as hot as usual! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think the song is quite catchy and one of a kind. After all, this is McFly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104589605536145085-588623298899508313?l=frankfry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/feeds/588623298899508313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104589605536145085&amp;postID=588623298899508313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/588623298899508313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104589605536145085/posts/default/588623298899508313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankfry.blogspot.com/2008/07/mcflys-new-song-one-for-radio-toms.html' title=''/><author><name>anne.LXJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765195573725861929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
