<?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-5486692122754722079</id><updated>2011-10-05T23:32:34.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potato and Pasta</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-6024391337377695942</id><published>2010-07-09T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:26:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_o</title><content type='html'>Wow, I just let my blog rot for like... months. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I shall come back! With.... a very negative post. Negative for the first paragraph, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly hate the people in my class. Well, not all. Some. Most. Simply because they discriminate. No wait, I shall not use the word hate. It's too strong a word. Dislike, would be it. I'm okay with their presence, honestly. Just.... I do get extremely pissed off with them sometimes. Fortunately, my anger management has gone up to extremely high levels. It's so high that.... I don't even believe it myself. I can actually tolerate screaming girlies now. And imagine that those screaming girlies don't even allow some of the less-popular guys to talk loudly. When they scream for no apparent reason, or because of the appearance of a very cute and small baby lizard. (I am afraid of touching lizards because I'm scared of their tails dropping off, but I do remember carrying a gecko my brother caught several years ago, when he and I still talked and played regularly... heh, I'm relieving the spider-catching days.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember my Primary 6 days... *sigh* I'm relieving the moments. Acting like a gangster, being the first person my form teacher ever shouted at, getting scoldings for being so talkative, burping as loudly as I could, smacking every sweaty guy's back I see (okay, if they are sweaty I tend not to but sometimes I just can't see the sweat!), shouting curse words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never got to the f word though. It's too vulgar. I'm not a sweet little pansy who isn't brave or anything, but the f word is really too pointless to use. I believe it's only for... over-angry (uh, sorry for the bad English) people. I do sometimes think of using the f word (and.... I admit to using it in my head....) but I control it well. I have used it for.... less than 10 times in my lifetime, I think. .... that is a pretty big number..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh, went to take a hot shower. For the first time in.... perhaps a few months? 3 months or so I guess. I don't usually take hot showers cause... well, I don't know. Well, I took what seemed to be a very long 45 minute shower (in fact, it was 20 mins....) and enjoyed very hot water. Maybe it was the hot water, but now my skin is so nice and smooth. Haha. Okay better put toner cause the pores probably expanded from the heat. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes!! I have finally found my inner, girly me. I was previously too unfazed by my several pimples and just squeezed them while pigging out on food or using my laptop. So unhygienic. Got several ugly pimple scars. Well, that was 2 years ago so I wonder why I'm mentioning it... but anyway, my skin has improved since then. And I'm learning not to touch my pimples. Instead, I use my miracle-inducing TEA TREE OIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, 100% natural and undiluted tea tree oil. Um, actually I'm not sure if it is diluted or not, just don't buy the 80DY Sh0P one. It's so diluted. Seriously. And it's more expensive than a bigger bottle of undiluted tea tree oil. My tea tree oil was precisely mixed by my mother/father's friend who is in the spa business with my mom. She was a beautician too, I think. So anyway, the oil works like a charm. Within 2 nights, my pimple fades away. And any skin problems/rising acne also disappears, sometimes overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes, that was so girly. I'm sorry. I'm not tomboyish-rough like wearing boy shorts, floating cap (Like whaaaat? Those are SO ugly. SERIOUSLY. Savita just reminded me about those hideous things today), having a crew cut, so on and so forth. But I don't exactly have a past of playing with barbie dolls and having a tea party with my friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually hanged out with my brother, play-imagined with him (lots of fun stuff I recall), or hang out with my neighbour. He and my brother called themselves the 'Double Dragons' (old TV show on Disney last time...) and I was.... just Chelsea I guess. I called my neighbour 'Master', as if he was my teacher. ^_^ We actually 'sparred' regularly. I used inverted commas because we don't use flashy kung-fu moves or anything, we just... brawl. (Reminds me: SUPER SMASH BROS BRAWL!) LOL. I remember defeating my male neighbour, 3 years my senior, and made him lie in bed, squeezing his eyes in pain. HEH. I was like.. "Master... are you okay? *I was apparently too shocked that he was actually suffering from the hands of a Primary 2 girl*" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, me and my brother did a lot of spider catching. The poor spiders usually died soon after because we didn't feed them, though. Sometimes we'd put two spiders in one container and try to make them fight, but usually they don't, so we end up just putting the spiders aside til' they die... I feel bad for that. Really. A small little spider, living under a leaf, just  trying to lead a simple life surviving on other small insects everyday. And one day, two nosey, rowdy kids just barge in and take its life away. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I do miss those simple days where I get exhausted after a spar, or I just finished a round of play-imagining with my brother and 'saving' the game. But I guess, some things just don't last forever. (Cue the poetic phrases!) Haha~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I just realised that this blog is the only thing anyone has access to. My twitter and other stuff are all private or kept in a very tight circle. So if anyone has any hate words or random comments, your only chance is tagging on my tagboard. I really do welcome and care for every comment. Except for those that just go "Heyyxxx! taqqies!! omg that was s000 rand0ms !! l0lx :D". I will delete that and probably reply you on my blog saying how much I HATE YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE THAT SMILEY! (:D) ALL YOU BIG/AVERAGE-EYED PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE NO RIGHT TO USE IT! LOOK AT HOW SMALL THOSE EYES ARE! But on second thought, even though my eyes are super small, I still hate that smiley. Looks so TBish. I prefer =), though I have small eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, Asians are said to have small, slitted single eyelid eyes, but almost everyone I see these days have average/big double eyelid eyes. So I kinda feel proud about my small eyes. o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-6024391337377695942?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/6024391337377695942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/07/oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6024391337377695942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6024391337377695942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/07/oo.html' title='o_o'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-9029110906460669387</id><published>2010-04-25T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:16:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>School is troublesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, I updated. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-9029110906460669387?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/9029110906460669387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/9029110906460669387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/9029110906460669387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-7791327609744672444</id><published>2010-04-08T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:08:00.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling bored?</title><content type='html'>Feeling bored at home? Need a good drama?&lt;div&gt;I suggest you watch 'You're Beautiful'. It's a Korean drama. Armed with hot guys. Yeah. Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna get the Creative Zen X-Fi PMP (portable media player) tomorrow. Going to be my first ever MP3 thing. ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to play my guitar better. Unfortunately I can't smoothly transit to the next set of chords. Sigh. Maybe I should pick up the piano instead. It could make me look more femini.. on second thought I don't wanna have that kinda image. People would be expecting me to dress up in short pink skirts and a pink blouse. (shivers at the though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice. People... these days... have very big boobs. I mean, it's bigger than normal. Especially girls in our school. Like, they're huuuge. It's kinda disgusting in a way. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hating on them. And I'm not loving them either cause' I'M NOT LESBIAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First few things to be on my MP4... KARA's music. Lupin performances. T-ara's music. Bo Peep Bo Peep and I Go Crazy Because of You performances. Yeaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love T-ara (Tiara) now. I Go Crazy Because of You rocks. Seeexxxaaaaay. No, I'm not thinking of spreading cream around their bodies and licking them off, or chewing on their hair, or (insert crazy lesbian thingy-majingy here)&lt;insert&gt;. But their dance is niicee.&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go bathe now. Then I'll end my day by praying to God and reading It's Your Time by Joel Osteen. Very good Christian book. If anyone's interested I could lend it to you after I'm done with it. Ahh. Sometimes, it's good to just be spiritual. My soul is at peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to read more books. I need to exercise more. I need to lose weight. I need to clear up my complexion. I need double eyelids. I need bigger eyes. I need to be taller. I need to be a better owner for Rainee. I need to sleep earlier. I need to study harder. I need to get better grades. I need to be more sociable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many 'needs'... but honestly, they are just wants. I won't die if I don't do those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life... is operated by our system of needs and wants, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-7791327609744672444?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/7791327609744672444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7791327609744672444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7791327609744672444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-bored.html' title='Feeling bored?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-7142485838356446966</id><published>2010-03-29T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:47:25.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Happy 3rd Anniversary to KARA! Woohoo~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh, I seriously don't have anything to say now. ... I think I'll take a video of Rainee soon. And post it on Facebook. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-7142485838356446966?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/7142485838356446966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-3rd-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7142485838356446966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7142485838356446966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-3rd-anniversary.html' title='Happy 3rd Anniversary!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-6158538594916798257</id><published>2010-03-27T08:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:54:50.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala~</title><content type='html'>Relieving faint memories with 1000 Words (Orchestra Version). It's such a beautiful song, I love it. Also listening to the piano collection for Final Fantasy X-2, my most favourite game for the PS2. Ah, beautiful beautiful beautiful~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-6158538594916798257?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/6158538594916798257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6158538594916798257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6158538594916798257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/lalala.html' title='Lalala~'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4294458910168967217</id><published>2010-03-25T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:20:16.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>It's too painful to read.........&lt;div&gt;Some schools actually have horse-riding as CCA?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing myself for joining Swiss Cottage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4294458910168967217?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4294458910168967217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4294458910168967217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4294458910168967217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_25.html' title='..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-7401746908734077387</id><published>2010-03-24T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:15:28.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm..</title><content type='html'>I seriously can't think of blog titles. So forgive me in that area.&lt;div&gt;P.E had shuttle run and sit ups. Sit ups I just did 31 and stopped. xD Do so many for what? As long as it's an A. And shuttle run... I'm such a slow runner. Blame the stupid slippery hall floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia did something funny xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh..... nothing much interesting. Air Rifle was trial competition. Scored lousily. Failed the competition. Only one person passed, though. So.. I should feel better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I was really urgent and holding in my pee just now. Guess what? I had 0.5 kg of pee in me. Yeah. I took my weight before and after peeing. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... sian. I don't know what to do these days. Just stare at my com. Play with Rainee. Play my PS2. Play DS. Play guitar. Homework I don't exactly care. I like to enjoy the afternoon, so I hesitate to take naps, since I always come home at around 3 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn school. Release early on Friday also no use what. Still got CCA. Damn it. I'm going to write in an email liao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-7401746908734077387?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/7401746908734077387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7401746908734077387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7401746908734077387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-719182268489939057</id><published>2010-03-22T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:42:24.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savita's Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stole from Savita's tumblr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://undefinelov-e.tumblr.com/post/451970958/quizzy" class="h3" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Qui&lt;/a&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you single? Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you happy? Neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you bored? No. Too busy with other stuff to be bored. I think my computer is the most entertaining place ever. ... which is why I'm one of the few who loves to stay at home and go home straight after school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you sad? Neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you Italian? No -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you German? No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you Asian? Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you angry? Neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you Irish? ..... if I'm asian how can I be Irish? Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are your parents still married? Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Birth place? Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Hair color? Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Hair style? Layered, top-of-my-chest length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Eye color? Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Birthday? 24th May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Mood? Lethargic...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Gender? Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Summer or winter? Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Morning or afternoon? Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you in love? No. Love is too complicated. I can't even say that I love truly, truly Rainee just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Do you believe in love at first sight? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Who ended your last relationship? I never had a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Have you ever been hurt? Yeah, in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Have you ever broken someone’s heart? No lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you friends with your ex? o_O I don't have an ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Are you afraid of commitment? Yeah. -glances over at Rainee, who has a retarded expression-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Have you hugged someone within the last week? No... I think. Oh wait, I hugged my mom last Wednesday night before she left for Shanghai. But I hug her everyday if I see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yeah. Serious. One was in nursery (wth?!) and one was in like... P3 or P4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Have you ever broken your own heart? LOL, no. How do I do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Love or lust? LUUUSTTTTTT. No lah, just trying to be unique. Never saw anyone put lust before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Lemonade or iced tea? Iced tea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Cats or dogs? Dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; A few best friends or many regular friends? A few best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Television or Internet? Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Pepsi or Coke? Pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Wild night out or romantic night in? Wild night out if my date is ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Pink or purple? Purple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Day or night? Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Been caught sneaking out? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Fallen off the stairs? Yeah. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Finished an entire jawbreaker? Whut is that?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? Yeah. Jacy would know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Skipped school? No.. I'm too much of a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Wanted to disappear? Yes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;EIGHT PREFERENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Smile or eyes? Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Light or dark hair? Dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Fat or skinny? Normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Shorter or taller? Taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Intelligence or attraction? Both, please. (haha, Savita, I didn't bother to change since we both have similar preferences :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Hook-up or relationship? Relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Funny and poor OR rich and serious? Uhhh... Funny but serious at the right times, and I don't mind his financial status. Unless he extorts my money if he's poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Play the guitar or into sports? Into sports! I like sporty people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Last phone call/text? Mummy in Shanghai ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Last phone call you received? ... too lazy to check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Last person you hung out with? Should be JEK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Last person you hugged? Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Last thing you ate? Mixed berries yoghurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Last thing you drank? Water. Going to drink ACV after this though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Last site you went to? console-central.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Last place you were? Rainee's playpen area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; When was your last relationship? Don't have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Have you ever loved a guy/girl more than anything else in the world? LOL, that'd be ridiculous. And no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Do you still love them? You retarded or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Do you like someone right now? ... truthfully, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Do you and your family get along? Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Would you say you have a “fucked up life”? Woah, vulgarities. Of course not. I actually thanked God out loud for being in my life last night, cause I realised what a good life I have. The luxuries, my great friends, Rainee, great parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Have you ever run away from home? Never. And will never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; If so, how long? I already tell you never what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Have you ever gotten kicked out? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; If so, how long? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Do you secretly hate one of your friends? Nope. Just a little annoyed but the annoyance goes a way after a while. And comes back. And goes. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Do you consider all of your friends good friends? Sometimes I don't know if they're my friends. But my CONFIRMED friends (lol, what kinda phrase is that) are super duper good friends ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Do you trust all your friends? I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Who are/is your best friend(s)? Eunice, Kimberly and Jacy. Oh, not forgetting Rainee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; Who knows everything about you? Rainee (because I tell her EVERYTHING), God and myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NOW I REMEMBER THAT INTERESTING THING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The stop after I boarded the bus, this SCSS guy boarded. He's a senior. At first look he was kinda good looking but it faded with time. (Cause I forgot what he looked like; I didn't dare look at him xD) He sat down next to me despite the other empty seats around. I was feeling good, until the middle of the bus ride. He sleep also must sleep until lean so much to my side meh?!? I was damn irritated. He keep leaning to my side sia. I wanted to just shriek and push his head off my shoulder. But I couldn't since he looked like he could beat me up bad. I endured it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, one habit I must, MUST throw away is my random expressions. I can't control it you know. When he was leaning towards me I just made this mild crying expression. It was really mild, actually, I doubt you could really see it unless you stared at me. But it's just weird, you know. My expressions just come out. =_= I'm like a weird... ugh nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-719182268489939057?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/719182268489939057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/savitas-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/719182268489939057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/719182268489939057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/savitas-quiz.html' title='Savita&apos;s Quiz'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-2527691081587187577</id><published>2010-03-22T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:16:50.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hm, on a Mac, my cbox looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S6dAMVpRv5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9k2igBhlts0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-03-22+at+PM+06.01.36.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451396454668156818" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the nice font? Only when I ran Bootcamp (a program which enables Windows to run on a Macintosh) a few days ago did I notice that my cbox actually has an ugly arial font. =_= Nevermind, I'll just take it as my own viewing pleasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already ordered my DS Lite shell. I bought the Zelda (Gold) shell. It looked cool so I wanted to try it. xD I really really wanted one Final Fantasy III or Pokemon Daisuki Club one, but I feared the white. Looking at my white watch (which I only bought like 3-4 weeks ago!) and my aged White Macbook, I have sworn off white stuff. It stains like crazy! Unless you play your DS with gloves or something, it's impossible not to see stains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, I didn't want a black DS again (so boring...) so I had the choice of this Yellow Pikachu DS Lite, Zelda (Gold/Silver), Nintendogs (Metallic Rose) and Red Mario. I honestly dislike the Nintendogs one's colour. I dislike pink in most cases. And I heard that the Red Mario one's Mario logo fades easily. Also, the Yellow Pikachu DS Lite is bright yellow, with this small little white Pikachu head at the corner. It's almost invisible. Therefore, I was only left with the Zelda ones. I chose Gold since Kimberly has a Silver DS Lite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah, I'm nervous. I hope I don't screw up the installation. It is REALLY tough according to some people. I really hope I do well. I also bought a BestSkinsEver DS Lite full body protection skin so that I won't scratch it up again. (And buy a new shell again) I'll post up pictures too ^_^ And maybe do a review on the BestSkinsEver skin in case any of you want to protect your pretty little gadgets. Like your pretty PSP, DS Lite, handphone... bluddybluddyblah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So... I remember wanting to write something interesting here but I forgot... ... uhh.. I downloaded a ton of Wii games? Well honestly, that wasn't what I wanted to write about but I'll just continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Downloaded:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Cooking Mama: World Kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Super Paper Mario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Super Smash Bros Brawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. New Super Mario Bros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. EA Sports Active: More Workouts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Medal of Honor: Heroes 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Um... currently downloading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Wii Fit Plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Order Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. (PS2) Final Fantasy X: International Version (Japanese voice and English subs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just need the discs to burn them now. Haha, Eunice and Kimberly get ready to come over and we shall have a gaming fest! Maybe Jacy can join too ;D IF I successfully burn the stuff. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Siala, only left 9.68 GB on my Macbook. Why is my harddisk only 150 GB? Man, a pirate needs lots of GBs. Maybe I'll appeal to buy an external harddisk for myself. ... I'm spending too much monies. So... let me do my wishlist again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. DS Lite Shell&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;2. BestSkinsEver Full Body Protection for the DS&lt;/s&gt; - Compared to some weirdo invisibleSHIELD thing, a more famous brand, it costs only $19 while the latter costs about $30! Some more, the $19 includes shipping ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. Leather Case for the DS&lt;/s&gt; - Aiya, got so many cases liao still want to buy this one -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. Tri-wing screwdriver&lt;/s&gt; - No need liao, can use some weird little screwdriver which can open nearly everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. 10x or more DVD+R/DVD+RW, preferably the latter - Ranges depending on brand. I think maybe $20 max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. EA Sports Active accessories - Shop said that stock will arrive on approximately 26 March for $15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;$35... OH YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad is awesome. Last time he kept complaining that I never repaid him the $42 I owed him. (Which I used to buy KARA's limited edition Revolution album. xD) When I went to give him $92, including the money used for the DS stuff, he refused it! He only took $10 to buy his dinner though. He just told me not to pay him! I was like, whaaaaat? I'm so touched! Seriously! $92 ain't a small sum, you know? I just hope that his renovation/furniture-building/music-recording company is going well. Yeah, it consists of all those stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man, I'm really tired but I'll just buck up and do my Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5486692122754722079-2527691081587187577?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/2527691081587187577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/2527691081587187577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/2527691081587187577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S6dAMVpRv5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9k2igBhlts0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-03-22+at+PM+06.01.36.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-3246231119780960181</id><published>2010-03-19T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:48:31.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIAN WORS~</title><content type='html'>today went cwp slack slack with my jiemeis. today all chiobu wors!&lt;br /&gt;went to minitoons and crapped ard. played with the cute cute eeyore and stitch toys!&lt;br /&gt;i super wan the stitch nehhs D: someone sponsor the stich? hehes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kiddy palace after that! aiya, we still kids mahs :D don't luanluan say we childish okies! we not childish! then we go play with all the cutecute toys in kiddy palace! ;D so fun! kawaii nehs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, my attempt at blogging something a TB would blog. Fail? Pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-3246231119780960181?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/3246231119780960181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/sian-wors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3246231119780960181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3246231119780960181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/sian-wors.html' title='SIAN WORS~'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-8248217392563089290</id><published>2010-03-19T16:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:44:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly long post on K-pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woah, long time since I posted. I think..? This holiday is a mess. I just lazed around at home the whole time. And did homework. I chionged my homework for 4 hours last night. 8 pm to 1 am. I already finished more than half of Science then chionged my Maths. Left lotsa blanks though. I don't understand a certain part of factorisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While doing homework, of course, I had music. Since I wanted to hang out with Rainee at the same time, I played my most recent recording of Music Bank. Somehow, I just got really addicted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;U-Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'s (lame name lah, I know) Round and Round. The dance steps, I mean, is really cool. I listened to it for the whole 4 hours. That's how addicted I was. I just rewind, play, rewind, play. LOL. Then I suddenly liked U-Kiss a lot. Now my top 2 male groups are U-Kiss and MBLAQ. U-Kiss had this really stupid image back then which I disliked, but now their images are just pure cool and manly. &gt;D Look at their live performances of Bingeul Bingeul (Round and Round) and Manmanhani (Am I That Easy) and you'll know what I mean. Then look at their Not That Young MV. Not that you'll look at it for long though, it's puke worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, I'm loving KARA's new thief concept in their song Lupin. I think fans said that the name Lupin (pronounced lu-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) came from some manga... Lupin the 3rd or something. Their moves are seriously cool too. And Hara's hair flip... woooohoooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHyK_6PH2sU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/tHyK_6PH2sU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First up is Nicole rapping the English part. She was from the US and speaks English fluently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Second one is Gyuri, who somewhat looks like a foreigner. But she's 100% Korean. I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Third is Jiyoung, the youngest of the group. She has this unique voice that can never sound mature and womanly. Her voice is pretty... act-cute. BUT NOT ON PURPOSE! But it's her natural voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fourth up is Seungyeon, the short haired one. She had a chance to go to medical school but gave it up and chose to pursue her dreams as a singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then it's Nicole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then it's Hara, the one with her long hair tied up pretty high. Did you know that she has a 20" waist? Crazy, I know. Go take you measuring tape and see how small that is. And she does an awesome hair flip too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, take note of their trademark dance, the 'emergency exit dance' starting at 0:54. It's called the emergency exit dance cause of it's similar pose with the man in emergency exit signs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I love the parts when they use their 'masks'. Which is at the start of the bridge, and at the end of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talking about waists, B2Y's (have no idea what group that is) Nara has an 18" waist. Yes, stop gasping at your measuring tape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S6M0vix6YvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Zu-3vzN2bE8/s400/20091030_nara18inchwaist_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450257965443080946" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Credit to allkpop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nara, who is also an award winning Gayageum player, added, “I hope in the future people notice me because of my musical ability and not only because of my body.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is she sort of suggesting that having a waist like hers is a good body? People will notice you, of course. But in a bad way. It seriously looks disgusting. And why is it curved like that? Is that the shape of her stomach or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unlike that emaciated being, KARA's Goo Hara is more proportionate. Not being biased, but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S6M1zhK5J8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6sIpZS2fdsA/s400/normal_21_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450259133242091458" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S6M22YUrKSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lnCus8qsejQ/s400/Goo-Hara-too-perfect-to-be-natural.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450260281918433570" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She kinda looks like a doll, don't you think? And she's like, one of the very few (probably less than 5) female idol celebrities who actually admitted to having plastic surgery. I think the other is UEE from After School, who did double eyelid surgery. Hara said that she made her double eyelids more noticeable, and got a shot (Botox, I guess. To make it look smaller) for her nose. NOT a nosejob. And that's all. I do hope the girls of SNSD will quickly own up to their own plastic surgery as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah.. so. Reason I like KARA more than the most popular girl group SNSD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are not as 'fake' compared to SNSD. By fake I mean fake in two ways. Fake as in plastic surgery and fake as in TV personality. KARA just behaves like normal human beings, praising themselves at times. When a camera was in their dorm, Nicole was sleeping. When she saw the camera she shrieked and hid from it because she had a no-make up face. Of course, which girl doesn't want to look pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SNSD however... they try their best to be every man's ideal girl. Being modest, acting cute... in EVERY single MV of theirs, there is none that doesn't has a totally mature feel of them. Even in their newest MV 'Run Devil Run', you can see that they have indeed tried stopping their act cute image. But there's still their habit of making innocent faces while lipsynching in their MV. Which is really disgusting. KARA totally rocks the sexy, mature image compared to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Destroying their image' by doing stupid things for the sake of comedy, however, is just a part of their plot to fit into the 'carefree' idol image. Don't you think? And I really don't like Yuri in variety shows. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, end of K-pop rant! Yes I have nothing to say about my own personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&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/5486692122754722079-8248217392563089290?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/8248217392563089290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/possibly-long-post-on-k-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8248217392563089290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8248217392563089290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/possibly-long-post-on-k-pop.html' title='Possibly long post on K-pop'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S6M0vix6YvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Zu-3vzN2bE8/s72-c/20091030_nara18inchwaist_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-6277873480521644081</id><published>2010-03-10T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:40:54.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;div&gt;Camp was just one word, okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only think campfire night was fun, despite me holding in my pee with all my might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post more on my private blog. Too many things need to be censored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just being more cautious now cause apparently my blog can still be found by other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be having shorter posts from now on. Much, much shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-6277873480521644081?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/6277873480521644081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6277873480521644081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6277873480521644081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-6720449529863282808</id><published>2010-03-07T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:50:49.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>I don't want to go for camp. -__-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Where the toot is JB? Some place full of rapists or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm pretty sure my uhuum is coming really soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The way of grouping is stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I need to do my jobs in Mafia Wars! Or I'm gonna break my 41 day record!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Mousehunt T___T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Rainee is going to suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I don't want to sleep with anonymous people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'm pretty sure we can't go to the toilet whenever we want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'm pretty sure we can't take a bath whenever we want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I don't think there'll be many water coolers at the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I want to use my com then how? Can only dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. If I got stomachache they sure don't let me go if there's something we have to do. I poopoo in my pants is it? -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I hear that there is going to be this thing where we have to walk on a thin rope. Wish me good luck. If I die.... NO I'M NOT GOING TO DIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. My track pants look ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. How am I gonna drink my twice a day dose of apple cider vinegar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing good about this is that I might lose weight with all the running around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is like, the first time I don't wanna go for camp leh actually. Mostly, 90% because of reason 2. o_O Yes, who wants to have camp with that?! I'm gonna bring black shorts and stuff. BLACK BLACK BLACK! (not racist lah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, stomachache now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and my father told me that I have good potential in doing voiceovers. He told me that one hour's work of doing a narration could get me $800. o_O Wow. I want to become a voiceover artist nooowww! Then I can buy so many things, including many gifts for my friends! -wink- Yes, that includes you! Uh... whoever you are... yeah. I'll get Kimberly some dog stuff or books, Eunice a TTDS cartridge, Jacy a microphone, Amira a banana-related item, Savita a Kiwi-related item... and other stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I inherited $500 from my late grandfather. Somehow, I feel sad when I think about using it. I really want to use it for something, but is it the right choice? Sigh. God, lead the way~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damn, I gained back 0.5 kg. Just because I ate some freaking rice at night. It's not fried or anything, just rice and meat and veg. -_- I will never eat rice at night, ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fat. For those who say I am not fat, don't lie. I was freaking called up to take my weight again, probably cause I'm fat. Hopefully I don't join the fitness club thing cause I hate running and I live further away so I don't wanna wake up earlier just to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I starve myself? But starving myself makes my metabolism slower. But the ACV makes my metabolism faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I actually took a long break from this post. Now it's 12:50 am. There's camp tomorrow. Better go zzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-6720449529863282808?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/6720449529863282808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6720449529863282808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6720449529863282808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-5020587281179975699</id><published>2010-03-03T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:06:01.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe</title><content type='html'>Ah, listening to 냉면 (Cold Noodles) by Jessica of SNSD and Park Myung-soo. It's such a nice, cheerful song. ^^ Jessica really has a unique voice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, today's Air Rifle was good. Had 3 bulls-eyes! I think standing with Jonathan works. Must stand beside him in future. Maybe I'll get more bulls-eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaining more weight... I mean I didn't gain any weight this year but I'm struggling lah. I'm borderline overweight by less than a kilogram... I better lose at least 1 kg by this month. Ugh. But I keep feeding myself unhealthy stuff. -_- Cause of the lack of healthier options. I don't have time to cook something nutritious, and I'm sick of eating tuna. Food from the kopitiam is probably loaded with MSG so I don't wanna buy from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I came home at about 6 pm due to Air Rifle ending super late. Like, 1 hour late. It always ends late! Everything I'm in ends late! I relaxed on the couch, watched God of Study episodes 5 and 6, then helped my father with some foot spa thing. The water from the foot spa tub kept overflowing, and it was on the living room floor, not in the toilet. So... yeah. I cleaned up everything and I'm pretty damn proud of my work. So clean and nice. ^^ Exercised a little as well since I had to use the mop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I finally had time to let Rainee out today. She seems happy so I'm happy. Now she's relaxing on my bed. But why does she pant so much? Pant = sweating for dogs... well, I guess like owner like dog. ^^ Ah, happy Rainee. I wanna hug her. Okay I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sec 2 camp next week. Grouping = house colours sia. Damn myself. I'm grouped with all the people that are either too weird, stupid, act-cute, stuck-up or quiet. And I don't know anyone close enough in Red house. -_- Damn Amira, Sharon, Savita and Serene. Get to be in stupid Yellow house. Why aren't I in Yellow house? I'm just one index number away... T_T Life.. is unfair. FML. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. So now it's 10:56 pm. I have yet to do one Maths exercise. It was due today. Science test tomorrow. Maths test on Friday. Maths haven't learnt factorisation, which is included in the test on Friday. There are no more maths lessons this week except for Friday, where we will have to take the test. Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow got ET, which I presume we have to run another 15 rounds (3km) because of the slowass people in our group. (no offense. oh wait.... yes, offense. you people make us run so many rounds) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to lose 1 kg. And at least 5 kg by 24 May. I have no time these days because Drama, enrichment, everything ends so late and NOT ON TIME. Come home around 6 - 7 pm on average these days when I have something after school. I don't want to be the fat, small eyed girl anymore. I wanna be SLIMMER AND TALLER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So freaking tired after school. Want to doze off. But have homework + unfinished dramas to watch. But nooo. I have no time to freaking nap. I do my work with sleepy tired eyes. How am I supposed to see properly when my eyes already so small? Siao ah. My eyes only one straight line in class okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid Reena. Always release us late during Drama. Some more choose me as Lit rep even when I didn't want to. I didn't even have a say. T_T I purposely don't do properly lor. Huh. I don't even do my Lit homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I better go sleep. I'll... do Maths tomorrow during recess. Too sleepy today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I know you think I'm a slacking student complaining that I'm busy lah. ... and yes, that's true. I already mentioned before, I rather enjoy life then to spend it doing unnecessary things that I don't enjoy. *cough* (eg, studying) I'll do it last minute if I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-5020587281179975699?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/5020587281179975699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/hehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5020587281179975699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5020587281179975699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/hehehe.html' title='Hehehe'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4105154461377589424</id><published>2010-03-01T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:16:28.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Yeah.&lt;div&gt;I got a junior's blog from Savita. And I have to say, I like her a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's sensible, not TBish and looks like me! (a lot of people say that, lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who looks like me must be someone with a great well-being ^^ (okay, just kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is................ nah I shouldn't say it here. But she is cool. And she has pretty eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Today was... PE!! Soccer soccer soccer. Scored a goal, thankfully. Then blah blah blah blah... must I drone on about the other boring lessons in school? I'll probably only cover certain parts. Oh, now Reena not teaching our class Literature anymore! She's being replaced by another teacher for 9 weeks! Yaaaaaay! But she's still sitting at the back of the class. =___= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Project work was boring. No games. I wonder why we must do these kind of things. I still feel like a Sec 1 actually. o_o Hahaha, the Sec 2s seemed so big when I was a Sec 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, there's a freaking army of ants in my room. I don't know where they are hiding but within 5 minutes of leaving some leftovers of food on the table, they come marching in, nibbling at the little bits they can salvage. They eat anything sia. My instant noodles, my apple cider VINEGAR, my barley... lol. I'm gonna buy some ant poison and whip their asses. (Only word I could find to express myself properly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. There's Drama tomorrow. Again. Sigh... I wanna skip Drama for once in my life. When can I skip it? There's never a break from this endless, boring CCA. We don't even get any achievements or recognition. I wonder why we still work hard. To bring a smile on people's faces? Or is it just to do what we need to do as a Drama club? I would think it is the latter considering the things we're doing in Drama nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Kiwi called Savita a slut. I think that he should pull up his panties and whack himself with whatever he uses to beat his China drums. Does he think he is absolutely hot? Popular? A know-it-all? Huh. Loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4105154461377589424?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4105154461377589424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4105154461377589424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4105154461377589424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-6603636857079586249</id><published>2010-03-01T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:30:11.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Huh.&lt;div&gt;I just started Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get what it's about though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you do on it? Is it just like a part of Facebook? You know, the part where you type out your feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to laugh at my epic face. I think I have to build up self-esteem you know. Like my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.twitter.com/chelseaee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Damn Kiwi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-6603636857079586249?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/6603636857079586249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6603636857079586249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6603636857079586249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/03/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-3261071910288882135</id><published>2010-02-28T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:41:26.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>Bought my apple cider vinegar + honey. &lt;div&gt;Actually I started drinking apple cider vinegar quite some time ago but the one I used.. I was unsure of its properties. I need ACV that was organic, contained 5% acidity and had the ingredient 'mother' in it. However, the one I used previously did not say if it had mother, or whether it was organic, or how acidic it was. The whole thing was in freaking Chinese (&lt;i&gt;traditional&lt;/i&gt; Chinese, actually.. I'm not that stupid.) AND it costs like, $38.90. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I bought my new ACV that was organic, had 'mother' and was 5% acidic. And it's only $9.85. Nice right. And it tastes better. The one I drank last time was like freaking glue. Just now, when I drank my new ACV (2 tablespoons ACV, 1 teaspoon honey in a cup of water), it tasted quite nice actually. But still burns my throat. A little little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(burns my throat = like the feeling when you half-vomit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(half-vomit = you know like after you eat a meal and drink water, then you burp, sometimes you get this kind of... half-vomit?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost like... 1.5 kg this week. I started ACV on Wednesday. (quite inconsistently, too) So.... to anyone who wants to lose weight... let's try ACV together! ^^ I wanna lose 5 kg by the end of March. And another 5 kg by 24 May, my birthday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ohohohohoho.&lt;/b&gt; ^^ (&lt;--- thinking of new slim body)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, excuse my behaviour. You don't know the mentality of fat people, most probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I got a new watch today. It's white. I bought a new one since Rainee just bit my previous one and there's like a big(?) crack on the screen. Bad Rainee. But I still like her. I like my new watch..... but once I put it on (didn't put it on at the shop cause I tried on a similar one, and it was pretty hard to put on, so didn't wanna waste my time) it kinda looked like Orange's watch....... o_O I hope he doesn't think I like him and wants to imitate him or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have to get a tan or else my watch won't contrast to my skin. I want CONTRAST. But won't my eyes look smaller with a tan? I mean I like my small eyes but I don't want to look like... you know. LOL. Okay nevermind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta go bathe and stuff. Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-3261071910288882135?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/3261071910288882135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3261071910288882135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3261071910288882135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-8919731546686767843</id><published>2010-02-25T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:40:58.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W-A-L-A-O</title><content type='html'>Bad. Baaad.&lt;div&gt;I don't like today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Savita (maybe) and Amira will be able to decode the names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rdxejcolwayn kept on poking my back during Art lah. I dunno purposely or accidentally, it's so irritating. Why are our tables so close to each other? Curses. Some more that person do one more thing today that pissed me off. Stupid... Facebook... games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND, we won't be getting any freaking CIP hours for an activity that was SUPPOSED to be a CIP thing for Drama. On Saturday. We were supposed to be helping out at Marina Barrage for some whatever stuff, but now we won't be getting ANY of the 7 CIP hours we were supposed to get. Because, only 10 people can be volunteers (and receive the CIP hours). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They gave the priority to the seniors. Stupid lah. And if they are like, making the whole thing a compulsory thing. You need a VALID reason to not go leh. Walao. You want us go for some crappy bonding time is it, Reena? I DON'T WANT TO BOND WITH YOU AND YOUR SIDEBURNS. UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, in class, whenever she talks, I try not to look at her. Cause she is so......... ew. Big cheeks, short arms and legs, big chin, and she wears short shirts. Oh, and bad taste in shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...... I really wanna talk to AL now. I mean, I don't like him as in like-like him anymore, but I miss those days where we used to talk so much and joke on MSN. T_T He was a good adviser too, at times. But now........... not even a word. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to talk to him more than I want to talk to Mango now, for goodness sake. Is that proof enough? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll continue tomorrow. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-8919731546686767843?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/8919731546686767843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/w-l-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8919731546686767843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8919731546686767843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/w-l-o.html' title='W-A-L-A-O'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-1283908633678412722</id><published>2010-02-19T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:04:27.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh..</title><content type='html'>Ran 3 km (15 rounds) on Thursday. I feel good about being able to chiong the last round that day, defeating everyone! ^^ Yeah, but I was like drenched and totally red after that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was... just really weird. I don't know what to say. I really don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama was bleh. I don't wanna talk about today actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-1283908633678412722?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/1283908633678412722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1283908633678412722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1283908633678412722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-475771520690852851</id><published>2010-02-15T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:34:30.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to turn vegetarian T_T</title><content type='html'>I want to turn vegetarian but I need to eat meat in order to grow taller while I'm still young!!&lt;div&gt;Watch this horrible video, I cried from it midway. T_T I managed to watch almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how horrible some people are. Just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIjanhKqVC4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-475771520690852851?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/475771520690852851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-turn-vegetarian-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/475771520690852851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/475771520690852851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-turn-vegetarian-tt.html' title='I want to turn vegetarian T_T'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-1976632355703796489</id><published>2010-02-15T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:31:41.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just spent 9 am - 11 pm watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is a freaking good show. Can't stress how good it is. I'm a devout follower of all seasons. When I grow up, and I have the chance, I swear I am going to become like Jack Bauer or Chloe O' Brian. A SECRET AGENT. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I would like to thank three very close people. Sincerely. For being there for me... for staying as my friend despite all my nonsense. I know I've done this before but I'll do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mushiness warning ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eunice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;I have to admit sometimes I'm quite awkward with you for some reason. :/ But anyway, you're still really close to me. I always liked you as a friend and I'd never wanna give you up. What else can I ask for a friend? Witty, pretty, tough... sometimes I kinda wish I was you. But anyway, I'll say it again, you're one of my most cherished people in this world. I will never be jealous about you, only happy for you. I remember the fun we had, and still have to this day. I never hide myself when I'm with you. I hope we'll continue being friends for the next, at least, five years and going. I like you because... well there are too many things to list. Some I know but can't explain as well. Only thing I don't like bout' you is that you're too quiet. -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: looking forward to the day you will do the dancing thing on my Wii&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kimberly: &lt;/b&gt;You're a great friend. A girl that will stand up for what she think is right. We've known each other for what--8 years? Around there. I like you for many many things that I can't point out as well. You make me laugh a lot and I enjoy listening to most of your death threats on other people. I wouldn't want to lose a good friend like you. You... you are strong, justified but merciful. Those are some very valued traits in this world. But you're just toooo STUBBORN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacy: &lt;/b&gt;One of my most trusted friends... one that I share a lot in common with. I am sorry for the times... the many, many billions of wars I started with you. I remember the looks of hatred we shared with each other before. I apologise, sincerely. I know that there's just a certain character of yours that I just can't stand sometimes, but I think that sometimes, that character reflects the way I think, but refrain from displaying, in some situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay... I'm finished with all my mushiness. ^^ I'm going to go off and think up about something. I plan to write a story inspired by 24. But I have to think of a plot and stuff while I listen to "Star, Star, Star" by SNSD. Okay, I said I hated them but I really shouldn't put the blame on them when it's because of another person. I like their music, okay? Not all, but some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Star, Star, Star... what do I do...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Chelsea&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/5486692122754722079-1976632355703796489?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/1976632355703796489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1976632355703796489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1976632355703796489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4672643340652998197</id><published>2010-02-11T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:14:41.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Supposed to do Maths now. But...&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Just finished practicing for Music project, which was pretty fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, we make Serene flirt with some weird, ugly-looking guy on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amira told me that Euna thinks I like either Amirul, Wei Ying or Dominique? =_= Ughh, that's disgusting. Crappy people to like. Prefer some other guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a cross country runner (FIT AND SPORTY, sigh), he's a good student in Victoria School, very diligent + resilient and pretty hot. ^^ He likes dogs as well and his family owns a 10 year old mongrel. He's not the stuck-at-the-computer type of guy too. He doesn't even play computer games actually. He runs like, 6 days a week, about 5 - 8 km each time. Only rests on Saturdays I think. Poor thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only fault is that he's quite the strict Buddhist though. He's even becoming a damned monk in training. (have to shave his head T_T) Or else I'd be crazy over him now. o_O He was even friendly to me despite my small eyes and fatness. AHHHH, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE A BUDDHIST! Btw, his name is... okay I don't think I should type it in. Wait he find my blog and fears me. But his name is real cool to me okay. I don't know when I can see him again. Last time I saw him was year end, when we celebrated the new year together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay okay I'll tell you. It's Merit, with a double r and double t. You know? Okay. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So school was.................... boring. Struggled to stay awake in Chinese. FINALLY passed my paper with 30/50. Bad score but still I passed. I remember the times I used to score 15 or 16 over 50. I wanted to cry so badly at those times. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to make Amira shout for me after school for the Lit MCQ papers. Too bad, not many people gave the papers to me. Well, damn themselves. (Oh, the vulgarities. I apologise but I am real pissed off at them.) Hope their marks don't get keyed in. And they get a ZERO! But some already gave before so I don't mind that group of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, Alicia is really really scared of dogs. Man, Rainee must be hurt now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4672643340652998197?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4672643340652998197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4672643340652998197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4672643340652998197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-59405854360847307</id><published>2010-02-10T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:26:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;div&gt;So I have an uncompleted zuowen + zuoye to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus Maths (&lt;i&gt;SICKENING&lt;/i&gt;), Music Project (&lt;i&gt;MORE SICKENING&lt;/i&gt;) and Lit (&lt;i&gt;MOST SICKENING&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do they think we are? Students 24/7? Damn, we need a life as well. Not just coming home and working. So.... that's what I don't do. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I'm not someone who will stress myself. So I'll skip homework if I can. And I don't study. UNLESS, I'm really free and REALLY bored or just in the mood to study (&lt;b&gt;very,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; rare. only happened once in current lifetime). Or unless it's some major Chinese exam. Cause I need to study Chinese to pass. I enjoy playing with Rainee and surfing the net mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;, quite free. Had Drama skit + Essay to do so stayed back. Fortunately, I don't recall having any homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;, Drama. Sickening Drama teachers in charge NEVER let us off early. Damn you people who raised up your hands in favour of Drama starting at 2 pm every Friday. They will never let us off on time so don't get your hopes up thinking "Oh, we can go off at 5 pm if we start at 2!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;, today. Started off with Science. The woman was still like pissed off with our class. Then recess. Then Maths. Then English, where I slept for the very first time in class. It's only because Mr Deep was so busy with other students. Then Geography. I really like Miss Hammond. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Air Rifle. Damn pissed off because had to shoot with strangers. Not with Amira. -_- Thanks to Mr. Acne. &lt;s&gt;And the girl beside me like can't understand English like that. Respond also respond as if she retarded. Cannot be she so stupid, cause she's from a good express class I think. Guess my angry aura was too strong. LOL. &lt;/s&gt; And the sickening instructor Mr. Acne, and his sickening face. Felt like splashing Dettol onto his face cause it's so filled with acne and grease. Some more his face quite close to mine while he stops me every 10 minutes to lecture me on &lt;i&gt;blablablablablabla&lt;/i&gt;. Ugh. *shivers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed to send Rainee for a grooming appointment at 5 pm but I was released AT 5 pm. So was even more pissed, then kept whining to poor Amira at how I was late. Sorry boss. Finally boarded the bus where we witnessed fjfmftfb plus Orange (okay, from now on Orange is Idiot, okay?) flirt. I hope they get together. But I seriously don't get why boys would actually wanna flirt with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed home, brought Rainee to the groomer's, went back home again, went out to buy dinner, and went home again. Hope I walked at least like, 3 kilometers. Brisk walked, actually. Oh, speaking about that, I just noticed that Savita has really nice legs. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to kill something. I want to take some irritating screaming child and punch it. I don't want blood cause it'll just mess up my hands. Yes, I hate little bratty children. I'm sorry to people who love children no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike dogs, children can actually understand the basic English/whatever language. So don't go defending them that they are young and don't know anything. Cause they know. I don't go all baby-talkish to young kids sia. I just talk to them like normal people. Mumble to them, actually. They are usually too &lt;s&gt;idiotic and dumb&lt;/s&gt; blur to understand my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, end of rant. Ok wait, I shall go remove my vulgarities since I've cooled down now. .... done. Debating on whether to do my zuowen and maths or not. I think I should. But I'm soo sleepy now. I think... I'll do it during recess tomorrow? Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. Need my sleep you know. ^^ I'll go play with Rainee first. Man, I am such a lazy, slackish student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was never my choice to become  a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-59405854360847307?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/59405854360847307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/sickening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/59405854360847307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/59405854360847307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/sickening.html' title='Sickening'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-1438574582367234474</id><published>2010-02-08T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:48:02.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I really hate how K-pop is popular in Singapore now.&lt;div&gt;It used to be so unique, so wonderful how there's only a really small population of K-pop lovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's like everywhere. K-pop has lost its uniqueness in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but I just hate it. Damn Channel U for showing Boys over Flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn BoF for showing in Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Hate SNSD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-1438574582367234474?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/1438574582367234474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1438574582367234474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1438574582367234474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-32080927797913857</id><published>2010-02-07T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:39:42.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥_♥</title><content type='html'>Yes, Mango's fingers are awesome. I've been asking lots of people around. Most agreed.&lt;div&gt;Wonder how'd it be like to hold them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-32080927797913857?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/32080927797913857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-mangos-fingers-are-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/32080927797913857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/32080927797913857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-mangos-fingers-are-awesome.html' title='&amp;hearts;_&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-1900270726677561627</id><published>2010-02-06T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:39:21.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the reason why I am scared of clowns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21U4q5B87I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kD8OJ1jgxPU/s1600-h/20158_1120946843025_1807702127_250077_8175809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21U4q5B87I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kD8OJ1jgxPU/s400/20158_1120946843025_1807702127_250077_8175809_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435093657868956594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-1900270726677561627?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/1900270726677561627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-reason-why-i-am-scared-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1900270726677561627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1900270726677561627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-reason-why-i-am-scared-of.html' title='This is the reason why I am scared of clowns.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21U4q5B87I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kD8OJ1jgxPU/s72-c/20158_1120946843025_1807702127_250077_8175809_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-9041981845330176207</id><published>2010-02-06T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:52:15.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT EXAMPLE OF A TEENYBOPPER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah man, I've found the perfect example. Courtesy of Jacy's Facebook friend. I wonder why she adds these kind of people anyway. *shivers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H89cKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4dHEQMRGP50/s1600-h/20543_1158196045123_1534414212_30352062_4899952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H89cKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4dHEQMRGP50/s400/20543_1158196045123_1534414212_30352062_4899952_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435079437916446370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you wearing your panties only or something? And your eyes not itchy meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H8uHKh-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ULejhP7E9FE/s1600-h/20543_1158193965071_1534414212_30352058_4666534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H8uHKh-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ULejhP7E9FE/s400/20543_1158193965071_1534414212_30352058_4666534_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435079433801861090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay... what's up with that face. Need to puke or something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creepy panties once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H8Z9SozI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GDJMHPx5cWI/s1600-h/19743_1178047781404_1534414212_30391792_6785739_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H8Z9SozI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GDJMHPx5cWI/s400/19743_1178047781404_1534414212_30391792_6785739_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435079428391740210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you even wearing any bottoms? And what the hell is up with your cheeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are &lt;i&gt;impossibly&lt;/i&gt; weird looking here. Feel like taking scissors to cut them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H8HDmUbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rCcQgXsplZQ/s400/9616_1100958814228_1534414212_30234881_4291480_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435079423317922226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 269px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H8HDmUbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rCcQgXsplZQ/s1600-h/9616_1100958814228_1534414212_30234881_4291480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H8HDmUbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rCcQgXsplZQ/s1600-h/9616_1100958814228_1534414212_30234881_4291480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H8HDmUbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rCcQgXsplZQ/s1600-h/9616_1100958814228_1534414212_30234881_4291480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, certainly hope these kind of photos won't last forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now if you'd just lift up that fringe you have, we'll see how you really look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, there are tons of people with TB pictures but this one was just simply too TBish for me to handle. So much that I took the trouble to put them up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-9041981845330176207?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/9041981845330176207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect-example-of-teenybopper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/9041981845330176207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/9041981845330176207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect-example-of-teenybopper.html' title='PERFECT EXAMPLE OF A TEENYBOPPER.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S21H89cKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4dHEQMRGP50/s72-c/20543_1158196045123_1534414212_30352062_4899952_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-5002219731774616095</id><published>2010-02-04T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:50:18.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>I like having crushes. Keeps my mind occupied and there's something to smile about everyday when I go to school. So I actually have motivation to come to school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mango Mango Mango~ ahahahahaha. I think about him and I start laughing. He's great. Seriously. But truthfully I have little clue about his personality. Never seen him talk to a girl my whole life. Is he gay or super shy or just oblivious? I hope it's the third point. Agh. Want to know who he is then MSN me. Only Eunice/Kim/Amira/Savita/Sharon/Xian Ying can know who he is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what I should do. Take the initiative to talk to him!? But what if he finds me irritating? Oh man. If I was actually pretty then perhaps I'd have more confidence. But nooo. Ugly ugly ugly ugly me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'll just... go sleep now. Hopefully I can talk to him tomorrow. I'll... find a way. When there's a will, there's a way! (Wow, I just noticed that this post is a little teeny boppish.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-5002219731774616095?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/5002219731774616095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5002219731774616095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5002219731774616095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-73833624503756287</id><published>2010-02-03T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:06:54.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Sigh. So I woke up 10 minutes later because my alarm was mysteriously against me. I bathed, blah blah blah. Went to school. Then had P.E.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did 1.6 km again + conditioning. First time I was first (girl) in my class. Timing was 10:45 min, and I guess that's quite bad. So after P.E, went up for Geography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly I wasn't sleepy at all in Geography. I listened well. I like Ms Hammond a lot. She's really friendly and encouraging! But sometimes (rarely lah) I can't understand her accent. I think I'm getting used to it now though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, Science, Lit, Art... all boring. But fortunately I passed my Science test. I didn't study at all even when I couldn't understand some parts! Cause I didn't want to work hard for a teacher who doesn't work hard for me--if you get what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our short lunch break, something happened. It was supposed to be great, wonderful, blahblahblah but now it's just some creepy, ughh-ish incident. Yes, it is about Orange. Amira + Sharon + Kim would know. If you don't know then ask me... if I'm close/comfortable enough with you. ^^ Close/comfortable would be equivalent to.... having you on MSN? Yeah, I don't anyhow add people one you know! I have like, 13 people on my &lt;i&gt;ACTIVE&lt;/i&gt; MSN list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enrichment!! SUPER FUN! ^^ So we took the rifles from the Armory and started shooting. I hit the bullseye 2 time while Amira hit it &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; freaking times. NO FAIR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, here comes the fun part. While walking to the swimming pool for the second time... we had to rush a little, cause our break wasn't very long. So me + Amira were deciding whether to run when we saw two boys behind us run. o_O So we started running as well, then two boys in front of us saw us running and ran as well. Sooo... yeah, 6 crazy people sprinting along your way isn't something you see everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, Jack is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;preeetty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hot from behind. Yeah... yeah. I couldn't see his front view so I don't know much. Hopefully ETB won't flirt with him or yAwmciorwa might get pissed. (Lots of codenames here!) Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home, walked Rainee right after I came back. Lazy girl couldn't walk much. Came home, cooked dinner, ate and discovered Rainee's pee on my bed. Washed it, watched YouTube videos, kenna scolding by Mom, then here I am typing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I gotta go now. I'll just bathe and go to sleep earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-73833624503756287?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/73833624503756287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/73833624503756287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/73833624503756287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-7228151744695577143</id><published>2010-01-30T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:57:14.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well if you didn't know, my grandfather actually passed away some time ago. 5 December. When my mom told me to come over to the hospital because he was critically ill, my stupid brother just HAD to be late. When we just went out of the house, my mom already told me not to come, for he had already passed away. I couldn't even see him off for the last time. I'm such a stupid fool. I cried silently at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw him in the casket the next day, I tried to hold back my tears, but how could I when all the memories just came flooding back to me? The days he bought chocolate for me, the day he gave me money for CNY willingly even when he didn't have a lot of money to spare, the day he told me I love you even when I ignored him, the days when I refused to go downstairs to buy him something... and that horrible day. The day when he was admitted to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day, I actually scolded him for the first time. I scolded him for kicking Rainee. I was just so angry. But if only... if only I didn't scold him. Maybe he wouldn't have had fallen so ill. When he was in the hospital, I learned from my mom that he had leukemia. I only visited him once during his time away from home. If only, just if only, I visited him once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only reason I didn't give so much respect to him when he was alive was because my mom told me stories about him when she was young. He would not allow her to go over to her neighbours', play, go to university, etc.. She just gave me an impression that he was no good. He was lonely at home. Every night he slept alone, on a stupid mattress. He was so thin. I only realised how sad he was when I looked at his picture when he was a tad bit younger, at the funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I would leave $10 or once, $20 on his table secretly. Whenever I had the money. I imagined his happy face. The reason I did it secretly was because I didn't want him to 'lose face' and all. But most importantly I wanted him to believe in God. I began when he alre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ady had health complications, and I didn't want him to go to hell when he passed on. I wanted him to go to Heaven. I knew, however, that he would never listen to preaching. So I gave him money secretly in hopes that he would think it's an angel from God, since he knows our whole family are Christians except for my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I'm writing this now... I don't know. But I'm glad I finally found the strength to confess. What a bad granddaughter I was (Eunice and Kimberly would probably know), and how lonely his life was. I'm not proud of announcing his death. But I just wanted to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S2PGvX-_RtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQNZ-LKSpkU/s400/Screen+shot+2010-01-30+at+PM+01.40.56.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432404092733310674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Picture taken by my long-lost cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Grandfather&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope that you would forgive me for how I treated you. I truly truly do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry for the times I didn't buy the bread and margarine for you. I'm sorry for the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I scolded you. I'm sorry for the numerous times that I ignored your words. I'm sorry for never saying I love you to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But now I just want to tell you, I love you. I love you so much. I miss you so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though I know my 'sorry's are of no use anymore, for you are gone, but I hope that you can hear me from up there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thank God that you are now free from the pain and suffering you were originally in. You no longer sleep on a flimsy mattress, but you sleep in the comfortable clouds. You no longer have to wear a jacket to sleep, for God will provide you with a comfortable blanket. You no longer have to face any troubles, for Heaven is a place for only joy and happiness. You no longer have to bear with that noisy dog at home, for Heaven is calm and serene. You no longer have pain in your legs and body, for in Heaven, you are made strong and healthy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you so much for everything. Just everything. I hope you are happier there in Heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-7228151744695577143?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/7228151744695577143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/grandfather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7228151744695577143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7228151744695577143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/grandfather.html' title='Grandfather'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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/_sNbgrLLvwa0/S2PGvX-_RtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQNZ-LKSpkU/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-01-30+at+PM+01.40.56.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-7364065135427045997</id><published>2010-01-30T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:56:48.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agh, agh agh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drama was NOT fun yesterday. Sec 1s were stupid and Chinese girls were act cute and shy. One was so act cute and shy to the extent of covering her mouth while introducing herself? The other just stared at her lap while she whispered out her name and stuff. Damn, I know some people are just different, but I'm not in a good mood for letting them be some shy crap or something okay?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was only truly happy in-between Drama though. (Lol, when I thought of the situation, my face was suddenly smiling &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; brightly, almost laughing. I could've laughed but I.. okay now I'm laughing.) I LOVE AMIRA! I don't use the word 'love' casually between friends, or anyone. Heck, I couldn't remember the last time I said 'I Love You' to Kim or Eunice or Jacy. But yes I love her so dearly because her magical timing allowed me to see Orange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... yeah okay, I've just become those typical girly TBs. Don't know what TBs are? Well... find out for yourself. Amira told me I'm disgusting but wasn't she more disgusting? "Hey, remember me?" LOL. Okay Amira, calm down. And update your blog or I'll tell Banana on you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Drama.... the thing lectured us for slacking. I already talked about this on my private blog so I don't wish to repeat myself lah. I'll just say the main point. &lt;b&gt;WE DID NOT SLACK, WE JUST DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH INTELLECT TO WRITE A &lt;i&gt;GOOD&lt;/i&gt; SCRIPT BY OURSELVES.&lt;/b&gt; Besides, who were the ones that rejected our other script just a while ago? Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Rainee is one ungrateful brat. Whenever my stupid grandmother comes on Saturday (yes I do not like her at all because she smokes) she barks like there is no tomorrow and she barks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; with such a desperate tone. When &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was away for &lt;b&gt;5 days&lt;/b&gt; during a damn holiday, she barked normally like she does everyday. She likes that smoking nuisance more than me? Then again, I should cherish her... but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-7364065135427045997?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/7364065135427045997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/agh-agh-agh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7364065135427045997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7364065135427045997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/agh-agh-agh.html' title='Agh, agh agh.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4517991311986260316</id><published>2010-01-26T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:19:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, so today was a day of... fun? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started out with PE where we had to run 1.6 km. My timing was 10:55 min. Good thing never fail. But I ran 2 rounds around my school and was about to drop dead from being breathless. Seriously. My legs weren't the problem, but my breathlessness. I swear I am going to lose weight, and hopefully lose the fats that are pushing against my lungs. I wonder how I am going to run 3 rounds. I think I will suffer a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we did a short round of shuttle run. I did badly. I think I need longer distances to do well. I mean, not too long, but not too short. You know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the rest of the lessons... really hate my Science teacher. I really hate my Science + Lit/Drama/Form teacher this year. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm resisting the urge to just roll over and sleep now. So sleepy.......... so anyway, Drama was fun because our new Drama instructor was here with us and we played games! Games games games! Was pretty blur today. But I guess I enjoyed myself without &lt;i&gt;the thing&lt;/i&gt; around. Still having that lurking feeling that Rina2 will flirt with the instructor. Don't know who Rina2 is? Too baad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I shall go lay on my heavenly mattress and close my eyes now. Man, beds are so beautiful. Don't you agree? I love my bed. It's so beautiful and comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I'm gonna learn and work on learning how to do a handstand and stuff. I REALLY REALLY wanna do a front walkover (a gymnastic move) like Victoria from f(x) in Chu~. It looks so super cool, but then again Victoria trained in some art of dance for 10 years so.... yeah... I'll still try my hardest anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4517991311986260316?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4517991311986260316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4517991311986260316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4517991311986260316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/um.html' title='Um.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-8213817353562577939</id><published>2010-01-20T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:34:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiongsters</title><content type='html'>LOL.&lt;div&gt;Me and Amira were at the com just now, waiting for the enrichment registration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wanted Air Rifle/Pistol and we got in anyway. After about 3-4 mins I think?, Air Rifle/Pistol was FULL according to Amira's friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing we managed to get in. Or else I'd be so pissed off I'd scream in frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, made Rainee spa and then I bathed at 10:20 pm, after dancing and singing along to the songs in KBS's 가요 대준 (Song Festival/Gayo Daejun). It was soo fun since no one was watching. Heh. I just love KARA's voices. They are so unique! KARA~ KARA~ KARA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally respecting Younha now though. She lip-synched during a performance because she just got discharged from the hospital for pneumonia/laryngitis (and I heard she was in a short coma?) AND she apologised on-screen after the song finished. Totally respect her man. She's so pretty and talented! Love her song "Broke Up Today".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-8213817353562577939?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/8213817353562577939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/chiongsters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8213817353562577939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8213817353562577939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/chiongsters.html' title='Chiongsters'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-119992851818568923</id><published>2010-01-17T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:12:42.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday was fun!&lt;div&gt;Woke up, and it was a nice morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used the computer, played and played, then went for badminton with Kimberly and Eunice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played against both of them. Had to run after all the shuttlecocks but I don't mind since I get to burn more fats than them. ^^ We all had weird habits during badminton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimberly: After smacking shuttlecocks close to the floor, she tends to kick the shuttlecock after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eunice: She will serve the shuttlecock WAAAAY to the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Must stare/look at the racket before serving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha! Anyway went up to Eunice's house after badminton.  Talked and talked and talked until around 8:30 pm and then we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun fun fun fun fun Fun fun fun fun fun Fun fun fun fun fun Fun fun fun fun fun Fun fun fun fun fun Fun fun fun fun fun! (Yes I copy pasted that so... don't judge me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&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/5486692122754722079-119992851818568923?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/119992851818568923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/119992851818568923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/119992851818568923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-5967481444625765043</id><published>2010-01-16T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:46:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class.</title><content type='html'>There's this girl in my class...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's really pretty in my opinion. Very nice nose, eyes, eyebrows... almost like a doll. She doesn't look as delicate as a doll but she's very pretty. Just really pretty. I actually wander if she had plastic surgery before, but of course she has faults too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mouth isn't very nice looking... and her arm hair is.. pretty dark. Her heart... isn't nearly as pretty as her face. But of course, not everyone is perfect. I just wonder, how does one get born with such perfect genes? I envy her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-5967481444625765043?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/5967481444625765043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5967481444625765043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5967481444625765043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/class.html' title='Class.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-43861346111550801</id><published>2010-01-15T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:28:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Agh, pissed off with life.&lt;div&gt;Used a lot of vulgarities today. God, forgive me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably update more tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Dad bought for me a guitar which is slightly smaller in size so it's easier for me to practice. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-43861346111550801?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/43861346111550801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/43861346111550801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/43861346111550801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4381710036286789998</id><published>2010-01-14T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:30:56.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear. Mom - Girls' Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 24px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know some of you don't like Girls' Generation. Personally, I think they are overrated. Especially Yoona. I still love Tiffany, Seohyun, Jessica and Taeyeon though. However, this is probably the one and only meaningful song they ever sang. It's very nice. These are the English lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eFmV7VggOSo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/eFmV7VggOSo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dear. Mom - Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m feeling tired today&lt;br /&gt;Left alone in the room hugging a pillow&lt;br /&gt;Touching my phone distracted my mind&lt;br /&gt;It’s lonely to eat tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Suddenly, i was frightened by the ringing phone&lt;br /&gt;my mom’s worried voice asked if i’ve eaten&lt;br /&gt;these words annoyed me but today it’s different&lt;br /&gt;The forgotten promises are remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will be a person with pretty heart&lt;br /&gt;And become a person who is selfless&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep the love of my mother’s wishes&lt;br /&gt;I think of mother who used to share my dreams and brush my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Though I’ve made hurtful wrong choices&lt;br /&gt;You silently watched over me from behind&lt;br /&gt;But now I think more than an innocent child&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of mom’s silent prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will be a person with pretty heart&lt;br /&gt;And become a person who is selfless&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep the love of my mother’s wishes&lt;br /&gt;I think of mother who used to share my dreams and brush my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What will i do, yet my heart is small&lt;br /&gt;Can I do better without holding mother’s hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m afraid that it will still lack&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be a wise daughter of my mom (Give me the courage)&lt;br /&gt;I will be a proud daughter no matter where I go (You’ve been there for me)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep the love of my mother’s wishes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll show endless love&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have a warm heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m shy to express to mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That I really love my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PS: One of the girls, Tiffany (sitting on a chair with a ribbon in her hair... rhymes!) lost her mother in middle school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4381710036286789998?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4381710036286789998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-mom-girls-generation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4381710036286789998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4381710036286789998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-mom-girls-generation.html' title='Dear. Mom - Girls&apos; Generation'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-2353827607479988639</id><published>2010-01-13T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:07:41.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linking and other Things</title><content type='html'>Hey guys~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, but could you NOT link me? I don't want my blog link floating around other blogs because I already had teachers stalking mine in primary school. Yes, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today was boring. As usual, had trouble staying awake but did so anyway. Took the bus with Amira and Sharon. Some random Sec 3 (I think) guy moved in and when he stopped at the place me and Amira were sitting at, he said, "Crazy Drama people". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we that unlikeable? I guess so. Amira straightaway (okay, not that fast. maybe 3 seconds later?) replied, 'Nerdy Science and Tech guy'. Hahaha! Gotta love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Amira Bte Akber Ali&lt;/span&gt;. Amira said something that made me laugh, bend forward and hit my head on the seat in front of me. Hopefully the person didn't mind. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for Friday! Because something is about to happen..... *face in the shadows* Euheumheumheum.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Amira's class blog has a terrorist! But I guess the terrorist is correct. And I thought it was supposed to be teeny-boppish and not teenage-boppish. Hmm... and also, once again, I notice that many girls (and even boys, I guess?) love to add an 's' behind lots of words majority of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eg. &lt;i&gt;lol = lols, right = rights, anyway = anyways (Fine, I use anyways too! I think.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they love repeating words! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eg. &lt;i&gt;siao siao, crazy crazy, cute cute, love love, seriously seriously, no no, wrong wrong, right right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha! I'm laughing at this so much! Or should I say, so muchiiiesxs! Don't stop me, I'm having so much fun! dunchh euu l0vex m0ii w0rdss? .... puhahahahahahaha! .. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Come on, isn't this funny? ... okay nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, offense to all of you teeny boppers! And no offense to my friends. Ya lah, I'm biased. Who cares? Lots of people are biased too. Don't tell me you were never biased. Cause humans lie, and you'd be lying. So don't try it on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to be a Teeny Bopper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My definition of teeny boppers would be... girls who 'typess lyke tishhx' and/or also do stuff like what I mentioned above. Also, their profile pics would be those where they open their eyes as big as they can, purse their lips or tuck their upper/bottom lip in and the angle would usually be from the top. Or their fringe covers their face. A lot. Covers their eye. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always laugh at people who do so much for their fringe. I used to be like that too, but then I wondered. If the school was going to punish me for a fringe, and force me to clip it up, why don't I just clip it up? Besides, if you cover your face with a stupid fringe all the time, when your boyfriend/good friend/whatever sees you without a fringe, you'd probably look extremely different and deemed as ugly. You would be better off just showing your whole, natural, ugliest face first instead of having to deal with the embarrassment later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd be looked at differently and your boyfriend might get disgusted and dump you. AND, a fringe is so troublesome to take care of. Also, may I add that most teeny boppers have those straight fringes with locks hanging off the sides of their face? The fringe mostly touches until their eyelid or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, teeny boppers love being called crazy, insane, weird, mentally-disabled (or siao, in Singaporean terms), etc.. They love being the 'weird, crazy' ones in a group. They'd pretend to be 'retards' and call themselves retards as well. Which I do think, is literally true. *nods* They also love to 'crap' around and 'slack'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some teeny bopper hairstyles can be that insanely high ponytail with rebonded hair, or that camel hump on the top of your head. Don't forget your sparkly or baby pink elastic band to tie your damaged hair up! And add some bling with your plastic hair clips. Oh, and the hair band! You CANNOT forget the hair band! Make sure you don't use the hair band properly, ok? Do NOT hold your fringe up and reveal your true face! NEVERRRR! Just put it on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teeny boppers enjoy taking pictures of themselves in the mirror, in the public toilet (like WTH?), in the school toilet, etc.. make sure you have either PLENTY of light shining on your face, or very little light shining on your face. Your face cannot be fully revealed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha! Like my little "How to be a Teeny Bopper" section? I liked it because I wrote it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&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/5486692122754722079-2353827607479988639?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/2353827607479988639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/linking-and-other-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/2353827607479988639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/2353827607479988639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/linking-and-other-things.html' title='Linking and other Things'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-3403333859715598679</id><published>2010-01-11T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:40:45.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mm.</title><content type='html'>So Amira told me to blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am.... my stomach is pain now. I'm not sure if it's hunger, or if it's because I ate something wrong. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is boring. School is irritating. The food there is stupidly unhealthy. The people there are just seriously wrong, except for a few. A &lt;i&gt;FEW&lt;/i&gt;. Very few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fighting my stomachache now. Agh. Okay okay... lemme summarise quickly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Went to school. Bus was pretty empty so I thought I didn't have school today. Unfortunately I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. PE was gymnastics. Had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Looked at people receiving O Level results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Ate tuna sandwich at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Talked to 4 people on MSN. Talking to 2 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Stomachache is getting the better of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I HAVE TO GO TOILET OMG BYEBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- CHELSEA&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/5486692122754722079-3403333859715598679?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/3403333859715598679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/mm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3403333859715598679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3403333859715598679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/mm.html' title='Mm.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-8088078957362589163</id><published>2010-01-07T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:54:04.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughh</title><content type='html'>Having to act so hyper and all, I feel so tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sleep around 5 to 6 hours because I still have so much to do when I get home. I'm dieting now so I eat quite little and I starve during the day because school has no healthy, lean food. At night I tiredly drag myself to do the exercises in order to burn fats. Which would be.... a good leg exercise (hard to explain), hip/waist/back exercise, 100 jumping jacks, 60 push ups...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some people it might be little but I'm struggling cause my muscles have been sore for a long time. On Wednesday morning, my legs were aching for some reason but I still did PE anyway. I made it but the following periods were absolutely dreadful. My whole body aches and I can't NOT exercise after school because I'll be eating dinner, and I have to burn some fats off from dinner. (Especially today. Instead of my tuna wrapped in cabbage, I bought fish porridge cause I was too hungry and aching =_=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm determined to lose weight, but my whole body is so sore now. From running, screaming, fake crying, exercise... it's so uncomfortable to sit and stand up from sitting. My feet are aching too. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sec 1s didn't respond much to our skit. When we worked so hard for it, though only for 2 days. Handling a &lt;i&gt;certain &lt;/i&gt;teacher's lousy, stupid criticism. (No I'm not a loser cause I was criticised, but her criticism was really lousy. She made the play more 'positive' and made it have 'morals', while cutting out most funny parts.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band + China Orchestra was hogging most of the spotlight because they are just so big. Many people mistook us as Sec 1s. Drama was hopeless so we ended up promoting band. Band is cool anyway...... fine, only the percussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go do some math homework now. While eating my delicious delicious fish porridge. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmheumheum. ^^ Ok. Very tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&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/5486692122754722079-8088078957362589163?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/8088078957362589163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/ughh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8088078957362589163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8088078957362589163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2010/01/ughh.html' title='Ughh'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-2318377999244303959</id><published>2009-12-20T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:11:11.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a really well-written poem meant for pet owners who are deciding whether or not they should put their pets to sleep to end their suffering. I teared up reading it. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;May I go now&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the time is right?&lt;br /&gt;May I say good-bye to pain-filled days&lt;br /&gt;and endless lonely nights?&lt;br /&gt;I've lived my life and done my best,&lt;br /&gt;an example tried to be,&lt;br /&gt;So can I take that step beyond&lt;br /&gt;and set my spirit free?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go at first.&lt;br /&gt;I fought with all my might!&lt;br /&gt;But something seems to draw me now&lt;br /&gt;to a warm and loving light.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go! I really do!&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to stay.&lt;br /&gt;But I will try as best I can&lt;br /&gt;to live just one more day .&lt;br /&gt;To give you time to care for me&lt;br /&gt;and share your love and fears.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're sad and are afraid&lt;br /&gt;because I see your tears.&lt;br /&gt;I'll not be far, I promise that,&lt;br /&gt;and hope you'll always know&lt;br /&gt;that my spirit will be close to you&lt;br /&gt;wherever you may go.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;You know I loved you too.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's hard to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;and end this life with you.&lt;br /&gt;So hold me now, just one more time,&lt;br /&gt;and let me hear you say,&lt;br /&gt;because you care so much for me,&lt;br /&gt;you'll let me go today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copyright © Susan A. Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Written for a beloved pet and friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I wonder how I would be if &lt;b&gt;Rainee &lt;/b&gt;was suffering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-2318377999244303959?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/2318377999244303959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/2318377999244303959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/2318377999244303959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-poem.html' title='Beautiful Poem'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-5400378304179332702</id><published>2009-12-15T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:18:46.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.</title><content type='html'>I realise that a lot of people are not on MSN recently.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just can't do my Chinese homework. It's just me, really. My Chinese is bad to the point that... okay, too many bad points to state. I believe a P1 girl has better Chinese than me. Even Kindergartners. I wanted to go into B Syllabus Chinese but my mom said 'no', of course. And I read that you can't enter the B Syllabus Chinese unless you scored a 'C' or below for your MT, in which I scored an A. (Curse me for putting in effort!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even freaking understand the book! I'm at the first page and I all understood was like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dunno who&lt;/span&gt;*'s 3 rules: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;no dog no dog no dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She likes dogs so much but cannot own one. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Haha, idiot! I have a dog and you don't!)&lt;/span&gt; So after school always like to run to pet shop dunno do what. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Wow, that's really exaggerated. I bet she's going to buy a toy dog soon and play with it like it's a real dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like a retard, I meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Eh, where did that *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dunno who&lt;/span&gt;* go to?!' -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;another dunno who&lt;/span&gt;- said.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest was like a blur of Chinese words, and when I look at a block of unfamiliar words, somehow I think that they're talking about red lanterns. Pretty random, but that just shows the extent of my Chinese stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finished all my homework except for Chinese and Literature. Due to the absence of my Literature book (Why on earth did they rush us to buy the book? Why did they even give homework in the first place?) I have not completed the homework. For Chinese... hate it. Can't understand, too uninteresting to understand, will never understand. But I am pushing my brains to understand those words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully, I find Chinese a very pretty language. But what's not pretty, is the crappy pictures on all the Chinese textbooks/workbooks/storybooks I read. I think that if they replaced those &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;cartoonish, anime-wannabe pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;traditional-styled/real-looking&lt;/span&gt; pictures, I would think that Chinese was a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;beautiful, sophisticated language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to learn. Not some language which slanted-eyed, cheap idiots with high pitched voices speak. No offense to people who love Chinese though, this is definitely my OWN opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Rainee has moved out of my room and into my house's balcony. (Which is NOT an open balcony just FYI) Poor Rain. My mom said that she couldn't stand the thought of me sleeping with her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;poo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;pee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Hehe, I just HAD to colour those words)&lt;/span&gt;. I can't train her to control her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;poo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;pee&lt;/span&gt; at night, so... I have no other option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has a kennel now, though. Sort of a kennel... it works like a kennel anyway. Her space is smaller now but it looks better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH! For people who know what my real dream in life is... well. Go to my private blog which I haven't updated in ages, &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;! I'm writing an entry soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I guess I should go now. Need to &lt;i&gt;squeeze&lt;/i&gt; out my brain juices for the homework which all you terrible teachers gave. Someday, Singapore will be a land filled with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;zombies&lt;/span&gt; who just work, study, work, study. That's just what I hate about Singapore's g0v3rnm3nt (in case they track me, LOL). They're way too focused on making Singapore a place filled with smart people. They have no creativity, seriously. Look at our strict school system! I hardly believe they're even touching on morals at all. &lt;i&gt;All we do is study and get punished, study and get scolded&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, sorry for the mini rant. I SHALL really go now. (I realise I have been ranting a lot about study and homework now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-5400378304179332702?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/5400378304179332702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/hm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5400378304179332702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5400378304179332702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/hm.html' title='Hm.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-1972496028377464919</id><published>2009-12-13T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:37:16.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>I didn't dream of FT Island or B.E.G. T_T &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I dreamt of helping out at some illegal goods shop with people whom I can't remember, and when we got into a war with the police. One day, when I went to the shop, no one was there, and there were monsters around. (Which I presume, was part of the police's forces to stop us) I ran to some mall with Kimberly and Eunice (I guess I had an appointment with them) and shrugged the matter off first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mall, we went to drink some nice drinks which I can't remember, but I remember that mine cost $9.60 (o___o). I'm not sure why, but then Eunice had to go and Kimberly went along with her. Leaving me alone. Then while sending them off from the entrance, (I don't know why I didn't go. I guess in this dream, I'm a bad gangster kind of girl.) SHINee suddenly appeared. O_O Well, I think it was only Jonghyun. I would have liked my dream even more if he had his Ring Ding Dong/Replay/AMIGO hairstyle, but he had his Juliette hairstyle, which I didn't really like. -_- But anyway, we went into the mall together. THEN, some gigantic robot appeared and was crushing a lot of things around us. The police was trying to take it down along with my boss (my boss was kind of like Urahara Kisuke).  Jonghyun told me to hide underneath the playground (lol) along with some other small kids. He hid in another playground. I hid, and then... my dream ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of weird, but I liked it. This dream had action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-1972496028377464919?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/1972496028377464919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1972496028377464919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1972496028377464919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-8610867218584017955</id><published>2009-12-13T01:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:46:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundown Festival 2009 - Seoul'd Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was really fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went down to &lt;b&gt;Fort Canning Park&lt;/b&gt; for the SUNDOWN FESTIVAL 2009! Had to walk down the long queue for about 10 minutes til' we managed to reach the end of it. Crazy long queue. Mum bought some food so we ate as we queued. After an hour and a half, we managed to get in. Found a place and sat down, waiting for the concert to start. Originally, it was supposed to start at 5:30 pm (I guess, or maybe 5:30 pm as in 5:30 pm to start admitting people) but it only started at about 7:40 pm. Everyone stood up when it started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of were performances by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Miso Korean Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was fascinated by the female drummers in hanboks. They were really pretty and graceful while beating the drums. I loved it! Beautiful performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Drawing Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I loved the comical dancing! And one of the performers was really skilled in drawing. He drew a beautiful, detailed portrait of a man on a rearing (I think) horse in about 5 minutes. Then, all of a sudden, the drawing had colour! From a black-and-white painting, in less than a second, it turned into a fully coloured painting! They must have placed lights behind the art paper, but how was his drawing so precise and in-line with the lights behind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;JINJO CREW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a group of B-boys. Man, was their performance charismatic. Totally in-sync with the music and each other. Their skills were awesome and the moves were cool. Wonderful! I definitely wanna see more b-boying in future. They did an encore for us as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MARIO&lt;/span&gt; and PARK SHI-NAE&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, Shi-nae's singing was beautiful. Mario's rapping was awesome! And his English is very good as well. He said that Singapore was the best! And he also said that Singapore was kinda hot.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;LEE JI-SOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Oh man, I cannot forget him. He was &lt;i&gt;CUTE&lt;/i&gt;! Seriously. Honestly, I never &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; knew about him before. His name was kind of familiar, though. Anyway, his English was sooooooooooo cute. He was like, "Uhh, my English is not very good. Soo... *drinks water* &lt;/span&gt;Music start&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;." and "Ok, let's just start." in the intervals between! Haha! Trying to speak as little English as possible. BUT his singing was angelic. Heavenly. Beautiful. Can't describe it. Couldn't find a single fault in his singing. &lt;/span&gt;GO LEE JI-SOO&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;! I definitely want to hear more of him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;T-MAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! You know, the one with Kim Joon from Boy's Over Flowers. Anyway, their leader was really friendly! His English was quite good as well. Kim Joon looked good, great that he recovered from swine flu. (I think he did get swine flu) When "Paradise" came on, lots of people screamed real loudly. (I sort of did a scream as well. Just that no sound came out. I sounded like those whistling kettles while they boil, you know?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;FT ISLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! OH MAN! LOVEEEEE THEM. The first song they sang... I'm not really sure. (I'm a bad fan T_T) But anyway, they sang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Hope&lt;/span&gt; (바래) next, and then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bing Bing Bing&lt;/span&gt; (빙빙빙). For the encore, they sang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Sick&lt;/span&gt; (I don't know the Hangul name for this one &gt;_&lt;). &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Jaejin and Minhwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! My favourites in FT Island! Not much of a Hongki fan but I still like him. But not his hair today. Didn't like those mini buns on top. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Jonghun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; should have kept his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; hair! I loved his blonde hair so much, but his hair was black today. Didn't focus on him too much. (I had binoculars. LOL.) Kept looking at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Jaejin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;Minhwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, since I could see both of them together in the binoculars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Seunghyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; was COOL. When doing his part in "Love Sick", I was mesmerised. Liked his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;red jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. "Love Sick" is kind of a dark, sad song. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Minhwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; was still smiling happily while drumming. Haha! Cute maknae~ (maknae: in this case, maknae is used for the youngest of the group) All of them looked GREAT! (No idea why this is in blue + caps. Sorry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Jae-jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; didn't look very happy today. He didn't smile much, even during his part in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bing Bing Bing&lt;/span&gt; (from the name, you can kinda tell it's a happy song). He looked even more unhappy during &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Sick&lt;/span&gt;, which was an encore cause the audience was requesting it. I'm sorry to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Jae-jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; if you were not in a good mood today. Shouldn't have shouted for the encore. T-T Wish FT Triple performed Love Letter though. That is one of my most favourite songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;BROWN EYED GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! LOVE LOVE LOVE! They were absolutely TOP NOTCH in their singing. I suspect--just SUSPECT that they lip-synched Sign though. Because, during "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", they used those head mics, but when they did their talking during those mini-intervals between songs, they had to use a normal mic. Couldn't they just talk through their head mics? But then again, maybe head mics aren't that good to talk with, so they used a normal mic? Cause in "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", they have to use fans so they need both hands to perform well. Anyway, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Miryo's English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, they sang either &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;You Raise Me Up&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Narsha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Jea's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; singing was incredible. A soft and gentle feel, yet conveying a strong message. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ga-in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; had a nice falsetto. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Miryo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; part was very fitting and pleasing to the ear. Then, they performed ABRACADABRA! ALL OF THEM WERE &lt;i&gt;HOT&lt;/i&gt;. I nearly hyperventilated (nah, just kidding. But I was screaming a lot.) when the intro started playing. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ga-in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was sooooooooooooooo hot. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Narsha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was charismatic as usual. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Jea's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; singing was top-notch. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Miryo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; rap made my heart feel as if it stopped for a while. They sound incredible live, even as they dance. When it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ga-in's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; solo dance in Abracadabra, I was screaming like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; was chasing me or something. They look so good in real life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, my favourites of the day in order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BROWN EYED GIRLS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Can never ever hate them. Even if they all marry FT Island or something. Which won't be possible since FT Island has 5 members while B.E.G has 4. Hot, excellent singing, charismatic, friendly. Miryo was friendly speaking to us in English, and so fierce while rapping. Ga-in didn't really talk, but she was serious in singing You Raise Me Up, sexy in Sign and Abracadabra, and cute + happy in L.O.V.E and 어쩌다 (How Come)! Jea had excellent singing in EVERYTHING. Was especially affected by her powerful voice in You Raise Me Up. Narsha was really pretty today, and I loved her singing in You Raise Me Up. When I saw her doing the dance during the intro of Abracadabra, I screamed. Yeah, gotta love Narsha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;(Due to photo copy-and-paste problems, I removed the members' pics. Too lazy to upload it on Blogger.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F.T. Island&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Hot guys who have talent playing instruments. Jaejin: hot guy who plays the bass and has a wonderful voice. He can look cute and hot. Minhwan: plays the drums and has a nice smile. Looks absolutely hot when he's serious and cute when he's smiling. See why they're my favourites now? Not forgetting Jonghun's really hot WHEN HE'S BLONDE. Not really digging the black. And he's so charismatic when playing his guitar solo in I Hope! And Seunghyun was really good-looking today. Simply can't forget his part in Love Sick when I heard it live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;(Due to photo copy-and-paste problems, I removed the members' pics. Too lazy to upload it on Blogger. But since all of you are girls, I suggest looking up their photos! Haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lee Ji-Soo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Cute english, angelic singing, good looks. Even though there were language barriers, he was friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jinjo Crew &lt;/span&gt;- Interesting choreography, great dancing, charismatic performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mario&lt;/span&gt; - His friendliness is too hard to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Miso Musical's female drummers&lt;/span&gt; - Excellent, captivating performance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;T-Max &lt;/span&gt;- Great songs, great energy, and super friendly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Drawing Show&lt;/span&gt; - Funny, comical dancing, wonderful artistic talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Park Shi-nae&lt;/span&gt; - Good singing. But not too appealing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Others from the Miso Musical crew&lt;/span&gt; - Good skills, but a bit repetitive. Not very interesting, though skillful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, got to stand beside this kinda cute Korean guy while watching the concert. Haha! Occasionally, while watching FT Island, as I kept having to adjust my position for looking at Jaejin and Minghwan due to the annoying people in front holding their cameras up and making cheesy hearts over their heads (I had binoculars), I would accidentally bump into his shoulder a little. Haha! And we covered our ears at the same time when either FT Island came out + when they encored. o_0 The screaming was really loud then. It pierced through my ears. He was a &lt;b&gt;B.E.G&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Brown Eyed Girls&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;b&gt;fan&lt;/b&gt;, though. I noticed that because during the other artiste's performances, he had his arms crossed. But when it was B.E.G's turn, he had his camera up immediately. Haha~ Go B.E.G!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoyed myself today, though I stood for 6 hours straight. (Queuing + standing during the concert. Only sat for about 10 minutes on the grass while waiting for the festival to start) It was worth the sore feet, having to see Brown Eyed Girls and FT Island. FT Island is, by far, my most favourite male band. They are a band just for your info. Not just a group who sings with instrumentals. They play their own music and all of them can either rap or sing quite well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I gotta go sleep now. I hope I dream of Brown Eyed Girls, FT Island and Lee Ji-soo. Hahaha~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Hope you're all jealous and cursing me behind my back. But not cursing like voodoo cursing or anything like that. AND please do not insult my fangirl-iness. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, this new skin is not for some sort of new found girliness, but this is the cleanest, nicest skin with a white background (I don't like non-white backgrounds) that I could find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-8610867218584017955?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/8610867218584017955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/sundown-festival-2009-seould-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8610867218584017955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8610867218584017955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/sundown-festival-2009-seould-out.html' title='Sundown Festival 2009 - Seoul&apos;d Out!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-1805962236403459310</id><published>2009-12-01T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:10:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast Park</title><content type='html'>Today we (Eunice, Kimberly, Finee) went to East Coast Park! Had a blast but got sunburnt. Eunice was especially annoyed by the fact she was tanner. Hm, she says she wants fair skin. Last time, she wanted tanned skin last time. Well, I guess times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with trying to find East Coast Park dog run. Looks like it didn't exist... =_= I just searched the net, there wasn't anything on an 'East Coast Park dog run'. This is bad, lol. Anyway, we rented bikes and stuffed our dogs into out bags. It was really, really tiring to carry Rainee though. She is so heavy. Fat bum. But I found out that hanging the bag on the bike handles was a bad thing as well. Me and Kimberly's bags are now... really dirty. And hole-y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played at the beach, made a fortress with a canal surrounding it! Haha, fun. But dirty. However, the seawater did soften my fingers. Nice and soft. Hmmm. Hehe. (crazy) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought McFlurry and ate it while waiting for Dad. Apparently there was a jam so he took a long time. But went home anyway, slept in the car for a long time. I was so tired since I slept for about 6 hours only. And played the whole day! Actually, only 6 hours... but nevertheless, it's still playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this day! I wanna go cycling again! Next time, without a bunch of fat furballs on my bike. And with sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanna go bathe now. And then... listen to music. And then fall asleep! Yes, that sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-1805962236403459310?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/1805962236403459310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/east-coast-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1805962236403459310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/1805962236403459310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/12/east-coast-park.html' title='East Coast Park'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-5776990343184547465</id><published>2009-11-26T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:34:49.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the doctor at about 11:30 pm, stayed there until 12:30 am. Cause the waiting line was really long. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor told me I had a viral fever. -_- The last time I had a stupid fever was like... P1. Well, I guess my time has come.&lt;br /&gt;My temperature was peaking at about 39.0 - 39.6 degree celsius for a long time. Umm... from Wednesday evening til' this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately my temperature is going down and I'm feeling better, but the doc said it'll spike up and down. So I have to rest a lot, take a cold shower everyday, and... sleep in an air-con room. Yeah, I like the last part. But I still don't like this fever. Hard for me to look at a computer screen for long periods. Maybe I don't have regular fevers, so I'm not used to these kind of things. But I guess I only got it since the weather is crazy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my internet is rebelling against me now. And my headache is still killing me. On top of that, I have a bad stomachache now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-5776990343184547465?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/5776990343184547465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5776990343184547465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5776990343184547465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah_26.html' title='Ah'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-5676119727436093407</id><published>2009-11-25T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:49:53.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughh</title><content type='html'>Came home from Drama at about 5 pm. Took temperature. 38.6 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no big deal. Took some paracetemol (sp?) and went to sleep for around an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;Once I woke up I felt slightly better. I reached out from my bed and took my temperature.&lt;br /&gt;39 degrees?! I found it weird that it was higher, though I felt better, so I stood up and felt the difference.&lt;br /&gt;It is soo terribly annoying. It's soooo pain. I always thought fevers were stupid, not-painful illnesses. I now know that I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning now. If I had any grammatical illnesses, forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I hope I don't get better, and I hope I do. &lt;br /&gt;If I don't, I don't have to attend Drama camp again. &lt;br /&gt;If I do, I can happily play my video games again and walk around without, perhaps, going off track when I swing my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I better do some Farmvilling and try to cure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-5676119727436093407?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/5676119727436093407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ughh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5676119727436093407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5676119727436093407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ughh.html' title='Ughh'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-5578290047934399927</id><published>2009-11-23T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:20:24.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>I wonder: should I go to the 6E gathering? I would like to see how everyone has changed, and I should bring Rainee to the dog run since she hasn't been OUT as in out of my neighbourhood area for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't want to be part of the... 'poor' people. When I mean 'poor', I mean bad words. Insults. They are poor in EQ. Get it? Not poor as in money. So... don't be offended, everyone. Kimberly, we should go there with Rainee and Fido. &lt;i&gt;By the way, we should create some nicknames for them. Their names are pretty... long to type. When both are together. You know? Ok, I'll just call them R&amp;F.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I really wanna see 6E people. I wanna see who on Earth got fatter man. I hope all the girls gained like, 10kg. Hahahahaha! Ok, I'm not kidding. What if they got slimmer?! o_0 AaAaAaAaAAaAaA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I merely suggested going to a park on the cbox. It wasn't a very outstanding comment, but they took it right away. Now the outing is at a park. LOL. I'm a great suggester. My mind is great, I'm great! Haha, just kidding. My temper is definitely not great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will throw Rainee's poopoo at anyone who offends me. I'm warning you now, it stinks. Seriously. The stench comes from the anal sac juice that is excreted from her anus (of course) when she defecates, or simply put, poo-poos. You can actually manually squeeze it, but why would I do that? The last time I did that, (I was just casually doing it, since it didn't work the past few times I tried) it splattered onto my face, clothes, and a little onto my mattress. Oh man, it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reeked&lt;/span&gt;. It smells like the smell of... smelliness. Yes. It comes out with an explosive force. Not really like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOOMZ&lt;/span&gt;, but like "&lt;span style="font style:italic;"&gt;PSSSSSSST!&lt;/span&gt;", you know what I mean? Like a jet stream, a very thin and short one. Ya get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to sleep. The time on my blog is accurate. So you will know what time I posted this. It's still pretty early but I feel really sleepy today. I dunno why. Goodnight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-5578290047934399927?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/5578290047934399927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5578290047934399927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5578290047934399927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-3172777653282384136</id><published>2009-11-20T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:33:07.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah..</title><content type='html'>Ah... today is just another day of play.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12 pm. Played Facebook games. Played Wii. Watched IRIS. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Open House is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually at the dry run yesterday, Ms Rina wanted me to become Emcee.&lt;br /&gt;I made up some lame excuse by saying I'll get stage fright if I'm on stage by myself.&lt;br /&gt;And... then I just replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she did not like my attitude and should just let myself consider before replying no. But, why would I even consider? Wearing that stupid outfit (due to my school being cheap and not giving us funds for nicer clothes, and Drama club being stingy) and standing on stage? Pfft, yeah right. If you gave me a nicer, NOT SO TIGHT FITTING shirt, I would have considered it, seriously. By the way, this shirt is the most tight fitting shirt I've ever worn, from what I can remember. I'm going to keep stretching it tomorrow, and hopefully get it bigger. But it's like... the flexible, stretchable kind. Bleah. I'm going to sweat buckets tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... stupid, stupid, stupid Rina. Of course, I gave her cold looks for the rest of the day. Thankfully, vice-president Shao Fen volunteered for the emcee position. My saviour. Yes, my great saviour. Saved me from the bad-hair-day woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-3172777653282384136?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/3172777653282384136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3172777653282384136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3172777653282384136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah.html' title='Ah..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-6083243773476887083</id><published>2009-11-18T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:05:36.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy</title><content type='html'>Really unhappy now.&lt;br /&gt;My swelling isn't going down at all.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the swelling spread itself to half my eyelid now. But at least it's not HUGE. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's not very noticeable. But it's kinda reddish now. Ugh. And it hurts to blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really bad for me. What if there's still swelling on Open House? Oh gosh, that would be very bad. Anyway, I'm not gonna wear my lenses today. It hurts to pull my eyelid up. And if the lens solution drips onto my tear duct, I'm so going to suffer and cry. I hope this will not develop into a sty. (Why, oh why does it rhyme with my previous sentence!? This is not the time for rhyming!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Jacy for my somewhat cold replies on Facebook previously. I'm still really pissed about my eyelid and it was hurting whenever I blinked. So I was in a bad mood. :/ Really, truly sorry to everyone today for my bad attitude. Like Kimberly and Eunice. I WAS really mad during the game, but it's only because my eyelid was really pain and I couldn't enjoy the day like I wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fido was really cute. Haha! He's like a dog doll or something. Aww, I wanna squish him now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainee is... cute. But not as cute. However, I still love her more! She'll always be my number 1 friend/dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to go get some sort of teabag for my eye. Whatever teabag will do. =.= Hopefully the swelling and pain stops by tomorrow... I'm really desperate. It is sooo irritating and I can't rub my eye like I usually do when it itches. And when I tear because of my itchy nose (nowadays I have a really randomly-appearing process whereby I will suddenly sneeze very violently, with 1-3 sneezes each time, for approximately 3-7 times a day. I get really teary during the process.), it really hurts. And all I can do is place a tissue over my tear duct, not touching it, but letting the tissue absorb the tears. It's really itchy doing that too. I'm sorry if you can't understand my words, but... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes get really dry because I'm right in front of a fan while using my computer. I NEED the fan, though. Because I will probably sweat without a fan. (OK, just had my random sneezing process.) AHHH, MY EYES!!!! &gt;0&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll get off the computer now. No, actually, I'll just end my post and continue my MouseHunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - Reason for still being awake when I have Drama at 8:30 am tomorrow: Gotta fetch mom at around 3:45 am from Changi Airport. She went to Taiwan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-6083243773476887083?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/6083243773476887083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/unhappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6083243773476887083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/6083243773476887083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/unhappy.html' title='Unhappy'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-722089153576774205</id><published>2009-11-17T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:50:53.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh!</title><content type='html'>Oh man, Open House performance coming up. I'm not nervous or anything, but it's just really long and boring. It's 0730 - 1330!! 6 hours. Ugh. Good thing only performing 2 times. If perform continuously for 6 hours... o_0 I will SUE them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's session was just researching on &lt;s&gt;holiday&lt;/s&gt; Hollywood things and then rehearsing. I didn't do much, to be honest. I SHOULDN'T have to do much. I acted in almost every play, actually all the plays excluding the Total Defence play, for this whole year. I even acted in stupid SYF and they still don't give me a little break. *kneels onto ground and pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have one more complaint--I don't have my Art pieces back yet! All my art pieces (SA1 and SA2) were gone after I defenselessly surrendered them to the mean looking art teacher. I really want them back now, to show my parents and Rainee. T_T All my hard work....... just became useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of complaints! Now comes happiness! *takes golden dust out of a pot, then sprinkles it around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, actually I don't have much happiness to share. Yes, nothing good happened to me. I'm sure you guys are grinning at the thought right now. HEY! You! Yes you. I caught you. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Saturday, 14 November&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, me and Eunice met up to go to Kimberly's Band Graduation ceremony. She told us that it was an Open House. -_- Ughh. Anyway, her performance was quite good, I think. ... well honestly, I don't have an ear for listening to musical pieces, so I'm not in the position to judge. Anyway, wait 1 and a half hours for her to come out. Yes, one and a half. Stupid Kim. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Mac. Mmmmmmm. It was such a feast for me, seriously. I was eating salad for 3 days straight and I couldn't handle it, honestly. I was never meant for dieting, and should never try to change my diet so... extremely. We ate like there was no tomorrow, and then we left. Talked for a while and went to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the Wii! Ha, we started with Wii Sports first. Eunice beat me at tennis, &lt;s&gt;surprisingly&lt;/s&gt;. Never mind, I beat her too at the end. I beat both Kim and Eunice at boxing. Hahahahaha! Love it. Basically, Eunice was best at tennis, Kimberly was best at golf, and I was best at boxing. Wow, we have good balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, made salad for Eunice and then played Super Mario Galaxy with Kimberly. Haha, it was so fun man. I keep on boosting her to irritate her on purpose. Then we faced this amazingly irritating boss, who we didn't defeat in the end. Eunice left first, followed by Kimberly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the chicken rice dad bought for me and then finished off the amazingly irritating boss shortly after, since I was feeling a sense of incompletion. Happily went off to play MouseHunt/FarmVille and watched videos. (Ok, I made that part up. I forgot what I did after finishing off the boss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept~ phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to the library with Eunice and Kimberly! Whoo~ Haha. Looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;But... right now, I have no idea why, but my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;right eye's inner top eyelid&lt;/span&gt; (confusing) is swelling a little now. It's been swollen since I woke up today, but it's still swollen until now. I think I should get some ice on it. However, one good point is that it does show my double eyelid a little now.... Haha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... what? Having a double eyelid is what most people who have small eyes think about. People with double eyelids... good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-722089153576774205?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/722089153576774205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/722089153576774205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/722089153576774205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-209012156010955977</id><published>2009-11-12T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:26:28.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Stupid Wii games have not arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And I have Drama tomorrow... rehearsing to perform at Open House... T_T&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really need to pee now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;아... 초고건이, 보고싶은데.. ㅜ_ㅜ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-209012156010955977?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/209012156010955977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/209012156010955977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/209012156010955977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-8908117189456090084</id><published>2009-11-12T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:40:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memes</title><content type='html'>[X] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have run into a glass screen/door.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle. - Does a cable car count?&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have run into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been called a "blonde".&lt;br /&gt;[X] You know it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You just tried to lick your own elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars have the same rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix/Star Wars and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You type with 3 fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You accidently caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have caught yourself drooling. - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Many times... I drool when I sleep on something other than the floor or my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have fallen asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sometimes you just stop thinking. - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, I don't think when I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You are often told to use your 'inside voice'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You use your fingers to do simple maths.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug accidently.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important. - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, I need to check if my Wii games arrived in my letterbox yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You break alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you're lying on the bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[X] The word 'um' is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know what 'um' means.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You say "what" and "huh" alot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used a calculator to multiply your score for this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiplied by 3:&lt;br /&gt;20 x 3 = 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 60% retarded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;1. Eunice&lt;br /&gt;2. Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;3. Jacy&lt;br /&gt;4. Rainee&lt;br /&gt;5. Amira&lt;br /&gt;6. Savita&lt;br /&gt;7. Chocogun&lt;br /&gt;8. Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;9. Amira's Edward Cullen / JL (forgot his name again)&lt;br /&gt;10. Hisagi Shuuhei&lt;br /&gt;11. Fido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I don't have many closer friends. Now I have to resort to using names of random friend's friends, crushes, an anime character and Fido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)How did you meet #4 ? (Rainee)&lt;br /&gt;Through God, I managed to adopt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)What will you do if #2 and #6 were going out ? (Kimberly &amp; Savita)&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a headache from disbelief. Then I'll start coughing and... well, I don't like lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)How old is #8? (Jimmy)&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)What would you do if #5 confessed he/she love you ? (Amira)&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I don't like lesbians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)Whos #10's bestfriend ? (Hisagi Shuuhei)&lt;br /&gt;Kira? Or Matsumoto's... uhh... *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)Have you eaten around #1 ? (Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Many times. We like eating so it's no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7)Do you miss #1 ? (Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;NO. HAHA! Okay, just kidding. I do miss her antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)Who is dating #11 ? (Fido)&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9)What do you think of #3? (Jacy)&lt;br /&gt;Great voice but bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10)What do you think of #9 ? (Amira's Edward Cullen/JL)&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of him, he's Amira's eye candy! Haha~ but he's not handsome. -_- He's pale and all, with dark hair to contrast. And tall. But he's still pretty plain. But he was top in the whole Sec 1 level, so I think I can say he's smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11)What will you do if # 4 and #7 were dating ? (Rainee &amp; Chocogun)&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry, and maybe abandon Rainee. Come on, Chocogun's my imaginary boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12)Who does #2 like ? (Kimberly)&lt;br /&gt;*cough* Shall not reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13)Would you marry #7 ? (Chocogun)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course. But on another note... marriage is waaaaaaaay too ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14)Do you love #10 ? (Hisagi Shuuhei)&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15)Ever slept in the same room as any of the numbers?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... yeah. Jacy in church camp and Rainee, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo~ completed it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I need to go buy ingredients for a Caesar Salad. &lt;br /&gt;No, not in Restaurant City lah. In real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just wanna eat salad, just wanna eat salad, just wanna eat salad, just wanna eat salad!~ (Parody of KARA's Wanna)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then check the letterbox for my long due Wii games -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-8908117189456090084?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/8908117189456090084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/memes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8908117189456090084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8908117189456090084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/memes.html' title='Memes'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-5496002659759398825</id><published>2009-11-10T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:38:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey~</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post for a looong time. I apologise for that. I had better things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I'm spending A LOT of money this holiday. Really. A LOT. I just spent $79 on Rainee's new pee tray. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Big Yogi Nano-silver Pee Tray&lt;/span&gt;. I have to say, it does kind of deodorise the smell. But Rainee still needs some time to get used to it. I like it, anyway. No more smelly pee breath, no more paw marks, no more sticky floor. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pick up the bass this holiday! I've been interested in it for quite some time already. Anyway, my father claims to be one of Singapore's best guitarists, so there's no harm learning from him. But he said that he'll just give me a basic lesson. Pfft. Hopefully I inherited his skills from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna buy 4 albums, totaling up to $84.02. I need to get mom's approval first, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm tired. Rainee, drama, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-5496002659759398825?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/5496002659759398825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5496002659759398825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/5496002659759398825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey.html' title='Hey~'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-7546326415888435874</id><published>2009-11-03T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:06:18.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>Oh God, help me...&lt;br /&gt;Hatred engulfs my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred towards a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can just purely be dislike, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I hate my school. I hate all my schools.&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER, NEVER, NEVER love my school. I can bet my life on it.&lt;br /&gt;And my CCA is the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They force you to act, and they even make you do double-chores by asking you to help out in backstage too?&lt;br /&gt;When you don't act good enough, they critisise you as if you BEGGED for the role.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Foreword to all P6s who are looking for schools: Do not join 5w155 C0tt4g3 Sec (please decode it yourself, I don't want to get tracked by the stalkers who go by the name of teachers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you think, 5w155 ain't a good school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal, if you read this, please do not blame me and send me for a caning session.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it is my blog. And I am not putting up some racist comments or anything, so it's legal.&lt;br /&gt;It's legal, and I should have freedom of words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact that you have to accept--some people really hate your school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has your school ever done for me? It is VERY, VERY strict. But does that carve our society? A land full of people who can only study, act smart, and nothing else? Have you ever spared a thought for people who may be on the non-studying side? Have you thought about us at all? Our TRUE feelings. Not all of us like to study so much you know. But it's okay, I know that all adults in Singapore will never understand this. You will never support non-studying people. Even if we want to chase another passion, you will never support us. I know that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time a principal gives us a talk on values, they make it seem as if they are going to carve us into great people. However, if we 'great people' don't study, you can say bye-bye to being friendly with schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred. Hatred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-7546326415888435874?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/7546326415888435874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/hatred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7546326415888435874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7546326415888435874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/11/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4998073342665465663</id><published>2009-10-29T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:42:53.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Thing</title><content type='html'>1. Who owns your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Who else but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;By my phone alarm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which is more romantic: sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see the blazing sun up close, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you wearing any accessories?&lt;br /&gt;Does a watch count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Eat. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Rainster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you hug that person again?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you remember your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever been on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;No. And I don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;Cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like honey?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of. I like honey water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you know the date today?&lt;br /&gt;29/10/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Did you sing today?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are the color of your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Black. Honestly, in light, it's brownish, but I would rather use the colour that people see majority of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the last thing someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What does your last text say?&lt;br /&gt;Must I check?&lt;br /&gt;... "U all Sat free? Frm 2:30-7. Can leave early i tink." -Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How's school?&lt;br /&gt;Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Riding my own horse in future. A far future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the total call time on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What cellphone network do you use?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. And I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you smoke cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;No. I will never smoke in my life. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When was the last time you cursed?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last item you gave away?&lt;br /&gt;A Fido Jr. to Kimberly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you own a stereo that costs more than Php 5000?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is that one thing you question right now?&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Where do you see yourself in 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;Having another dog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you lead people on?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Some just follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever hiked up a mountain?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you remember singing any songs as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you the youngest of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who are you talking to right now?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever told someone of the opposite sex you loved them and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;No one. And I will never do so anyway. Does my dad count, though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Would you like to live in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You're stuck in an elevator with the person you've fallen the hardest for what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ignore 'im.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last guy I talked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you seen anyone lately that you don't get along with but said hi to anyways?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What was the highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice's birthday and my return to Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I love my Wii.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming, but I have so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my school. Hate it. And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to be a prefect in the first place, but I still had to attend the stupid meeting.&lt;br /&gt;After 30 minutes of blabbering on how being a prefect comes with responsibility and stress, the stupid teacher FINALLY spoke:&lt;br /&gt;"Those who do not want to be a prefect, GET OUT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and a few others left promptly. I heard from Amira's friend that the stupid teacher said that we lost an opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;... okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss primary school days. Really. I miss looking at Phua's belly shake around while he does that stupid grin. I miss throwing things at people. I miss bullying the idiots around me. I miss being with Kimberly, Eunice and Jacy. I miss being one of the gangsters of the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being myself. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, I do not miss my class. Idiots, need I say more? Not in terms of logic or studies, but in terms of personality. I'm not trying to act all high and mighty, but seriously. People in our class have the most messed up personalities I've ever seen. And I hate majority of them. The people who blame others and then make mistakes again and again. The people who act all the time, showing their true colours where their ugly crushes cannot see them. Disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, I have a bad personality as well. My temper is really very short. I don't show anger much towards girls, though. Unless the girl is horribly stupid/skimpy/flirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories. Baaad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate 6E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4998073342665465663?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4998073342665465663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiz-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4998073342665465663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4998073342665465663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiz-thing.html' title='Quiz Thing'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-2779285123715886804</id><published>2009-10-28T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:30:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KARA - I Am.. (ing)</title><content type='html'>My favourite song of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KARA - 나는.. (Ing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(지영) 그대와 함께한 기억들을 되감아&lt;br /&gt;두눈을 꼭 감고서 되돌아봐&lt;br /&gt;(승연) 사랑한 날들에 나는 웃고있지만&lt;br /&gt;내 눈에 아픈 눈물이 흘러&lt;br /&gt;(니콜) 익숙한 니 향기에 고갤 돌려봐도&lt;br /&gt;(규리) 아닌걸 잘 알고있지만 너를 찾잖아&lt;br /&gt;내맘은 아닌가봐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(카라) 언제나 늘 이자리 이곳에&lt;br /&gt;(승연) 서 널 기다리는데 그댄 돌아오지않아&lt;br /&gt;(카라) 시린기억 차갑던 네 눈빛&lt;br /&gt;(지영) 만 날 스쳐가 그대와 난 사랑했던 그 모습 보이지않아&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(니콜) 혹시나 하는 맘 내목소리 잊을까&lt;br /&gt;입술은 너의 이름만 불러&lt;br /&gt;(하라) 너란 사람 내 삶에 전부였다는걸&lt;br /&gt;(승연) 이제서야 알게됬지만 소용없잖아&lt;br /&gt;정말 끝인건가봐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(카라) 언제나 늘 이자리 이곳에&lt;br /&gt;(니콜) 서 널 기다리는데 그댄 돌아오지않아&lt;br /&gt;(카라) 시린기억 차갑던 네 눈빛&lt;br /&gt;(규리) 만 날 스쳐가 그대와 난 사랑했던 그 모습 보이지않아&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(하라) 귀기울여봐도 (들리지않아) 널 불러봐도&lt;br /&gt;(승연) 메아리로 돌아와 자꾸 날 흔들잖아&lt;br /&gt;(지영) (모르겠죠) 얼마나 아픈지&lt;br /&gt;(잊었겠죠) 추억마저도&lt;br /&gt;(규리) 나도 잘 아는데&lt;br /&gt;(니콜) 돌이킬수없나봐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(규리) 시린기억 차갑던 네 눈빛&lt;br /&gt;(승연) 만 날 스쳐가 그대와 난 사랑했던 그 모습 보이지않아&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romanization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geudaewa hamkkehan gieokdeureul doegama&lt;br /&gt;Dununeul kkok gamgoseo&lt;br /&gt;Doedorabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranghan naldeure naneun utgo itjiman&lt;br /&gt;Nae nune&lt;br /&gt;Apeun nunmuri heulleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iksukhan ni hyanggie&lt;br /&gt;Gogael dollyeobwado (YEAH YEAH)&lt;br /&gt;Aningeol jal algo itjiman&lt;br /&gt;Neoreul chatjanha&lt;br /&gt;Naemameun aningabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eonjenaneun&lt;br /&gt;Ijari igoseseo&lt;br /&gt;Neol gidarineunde&lt;br /&gt;Geudaen doraoji anha&lt;br /&gt;Shiringieok chagapdeon ninunbit&lt;br /&gt;Man nal seuchyeoga&lt;br /&gt;Geudaewa nan saranghaetdeon&lt;br /&gt;Geu moseup boiji anha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoksina haneun mam nae moksori ijeulkka&lt;br /&gt;Ipsureun&lt;br /&gt;Neoui ireumman bulleo&lt;br /&gt;Neoran saram nae sarme jeonbuyeotdaneungeol (YEAH YEAH)&lt;br /&gt;Ijeseoya algedoetjiman&lt;br /&gt;Soyongeobtjanha&lt;br /&gt;Jeongmal kkeuchingeongabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eonjenaneun&lt;br /&gt;Ijari igoseseo&lt;br /&gt;Neol gidarineunde&lt;br /&gt;Geudaen doraoji anha&lt;br /&gt;Shiringieok chagapdeon ninunbit&lt;br /&gt;Man nal seuchyeoga&lt;br /&gt;Geudaewa nan saranghaetdeon&lt;br /&gt;Geu moseup boiji anha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwi giullyeo bwado (deullijianha)&lt;br /&gt;Neol bulleobwado meariro dorawa&lt;br /&gt;Jakku nal heundeuljanha&lt;br /&gt;(Moreugetjyo) eolmana apeunji&lt;br /&gt;(Ijeotgetjyo) chueongmajeodo&lt;br /&gt;Nado jal haneunde&lt;br /&gt;Dorikilsueomnabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiringieok chagapdeon ninunbit (NO NO NO NO)&lt;br /&gt;Man nal seuchyeoga geudaewa nan&lt;br /&gt;Saranghaetdeon geu moseup boiji anha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rewind the memories that i've had with you&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes shut and rewind them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the loving days, i was smiling,&lt;br /&gt;but painful tears are flowing from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i turn my head at your familiar scent&lt;br /&gt;even though it won't be, i'm still looking for you&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is not my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always, at this position, at this place&lt;br /&gt;i wait for you, but you don't come back&lt;br /&gt;only the cold memories, your cold stare glances at me&lt;br /&gt;i can't see the person that you and i loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart that has its "what if's".. will you forget my voice?&lt;br /&gt;my lips call out only your name&lt;br /&gt;you were the person that was my whole life&lt;br /&gt;i've figured that out now, but it doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;i guess it really is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always, at this position, at this place&lt;br /&gt;i wait for you, but you don't come back&lt;br /&gt;only the cold memories, your cold stare glances at me&lt;br /&gt;i can't see the person that you and i loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i lean my ear in (i dont hear you). even though i call out to you,&lt;br /&gt;it comes back as an echo. it keeps shaking me&lt;br /&gt;(you don't know) how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;(you've probably forgotten) even all the memories&lt;br /&gt;even though i know, i can't turn back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the cold memories, your cold stare glances at me&lt;br /&gt;i can't see the person that you and i loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Translated by: crazykyootie @ Soompi.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Credits To:&lt;br /&gt;Hangul: Naver&lt;br /&gt;All Romanization except Pretty Girl: Mady @ Soompi.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-2779285123715886804?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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(ing)'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-862674336291742523</id><published>2009-10-28T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:25:34.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Song</title><content type='html'>I like this song very much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank You for the Music - ABBA/Amanda Seyfried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore&lt;br /&gt;When I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before&lt;br /&gt;But I have a talent, a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone listens when I start to sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful and proud&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to sing it out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the joy they're bringing&lt;br /&gt;Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;What would life be? &lt;br /&gt;Without a song or a dance what are we? &lt;br /&gt;So I say thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;For giving it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk&lt;br /&gt;She says I began to sing long before I could talk&lt;br /&gt;But I often wonder, how did it all start? &lt;br /&gt;Who found out that nothing could capture a heart&lt;br /&gt;Like a melody can? &lt;br /&gt;Well, whoever it was, I'm a fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the joy they're bringing&lt;br /&gt;Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;What would life be? &lt;br /&gt;Without a song or a dance what are we? &lt;br /&gt;So I say thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;For giving it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing it out to everybody&lt;br /&gt;What a joy, what a life, what a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the joy they're bringing&lt;br /&gt;Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;What would life be? &lt;br /&gt;Without a song or a dance what are we? &lt;br /&gt;So I say thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;For giving it to me&lt;br /&gt;So I say thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;For giving it to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-862674336291742523?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/862674336291742523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/862674336291742523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/862674336291742523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-song.html' title='Nice Song'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-7850841056063636744</id><published>2009-10-28T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:13:05.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Ah, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had hiking. It was stupid, really. It's just walking for 3 hours, breathing in polluted air. Not much of a hike--more like an exercise. But it wasn't tiring at all. I was as tired as... running one round of 200 m during E.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, stupid prefect thing. We had to listen to this stupid talk about being a prefect and its responsibilities. I mean, come on! I already rejected the prefect thing and they still want me to listen? Anyway, I left when they told people who do not want to become a prefect to get out. I got out, of course. Irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Amira and Vesali (sp?) walked to the previous bus-stop together, where Amira saw her so-called Edward Cullen. This Edward was just a pale guy with... I don't know. I just know he's pale. And Amira says he's like Edward Cullen. Oh, come on. He's soo not Edward Cullen. I shouted across to the guy to get his name for shy little Amira but I couldn't hear what he said. (bad voice projection) Amira asked the group of boys in her class for his name anyway. I can't remember his name, but I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Amira to collect her mom's surprise birthday cake. It looked so... pretty. But I don't think I'd like to eat it. Too much cream. =_= I went back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and bathed Rainee as well. Now I'm gonna play Wii. Wiiiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;Yes Wii.&lt;br /&gt;I like Wii.&lt;br /&gt;Wii must play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-7850841056063636744?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/7850841056063636744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7850841056063636744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/7850841056063636744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-2952747949951003323</id><published>2009-10-27T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:47:31.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Ah.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a... long day. No, actually quite short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual. Played some games organised by prefects for some anti-smoking campaign. Oh, the irony of the Sec 1 smokers who participated. Disgusting smokers. They need a good knock on their privates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazed around in school. Then school ended. Me, Steph and Amira woman went out to buy some sweets and then we left for Amira's classroom. We played with a tennis ball for quite a while. Went to the Singapore Reparatory Theatre after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched two skits which were apparently the skits which won Gold with Honours for the SYF this year. However, the skits weren't performed by the students themselves, but by an acting crew. So it's... a remake? Unfortunately, I fell asleep during the second skit because I didn't sleep much last night/this morning. I got home at 1 am ++ and slept at around 2:50 am. I awoke at 5:35 am so I had about 2 hours and 45 minutes of sleep. Not much. I missed all the good acting T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school, then I took the bus back home with Savita and Amira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, I quickly ran to my letterbox and found my lovely Wii games that were freshly delivered. 2 out of 7 couldn't work, though. Really sad now. But still, the rest works! I'm lovin't it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Tired of a lot of things. Tired of being tired. (&lt;i&gt;yes, this is going to be an emo section. feel free to emo.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I thing about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;, I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I try, though, I can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stop...? I guess &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT's&lt;/span&gt; an addiction. (&lt;i&gt;do not think about drugs or cigarettes. pfft.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; is stupid. I don't care anymore, I say. But I do care.&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I care. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; occupies my mind most of the time when I'm not playing games.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; so much, it's driving me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; anymore. I'm gonna run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;, leave me alone. I mean it. &lt;u&gt;GO AWAY&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-2952747949951003323?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/2952747949951003323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/2952747949951003323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/2952747949951003323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4580512065459593964</id><published>2009-10-21T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:55:16.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I over-napped again... Wanted to sleep early today for my flight is very early in the morning tomorrow. I have to wake up at 3:30 am for the flight. MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainee, oh my poor Rainee. She is going to be alone at home for FIVE days. FIVE!! My Grandma will be coming once everyday to feed her. But she can't eat only ONCE a day! She'll vomit a lot if that happens. I think she has a quick-digesting stomach. (Haha, like owner like dog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is she gonna play with? Who is going to talk to her all day? Who will be there to hug her when there is thunder and lightning?&lt;br /&gt;T_T RAINEEEEEEEEEE!!!! My poor honey... Okay. Stay strong, WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is torturous to be sitting in a playpen. All day. Sitting, lying. Whatever. I've seen her rolling around in frustration when I don't play with her. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My heart will feel so bad. Nevermind. For the first time in my life, I took a photo of me and her, and put it in my phone as a wallpaper. FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, AND I FEEL GOOD ABOUT IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, Rainee... I'm going to miss you. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Hong Kong will be a nice place. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4580512065459593964?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4580512065459593964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/naps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4580512065459593964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4580512065459593964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/naps.html' title='Naps'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4977195253237103722</id><published>2009-10-19T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:48:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Why do some despise holidays? To me, holidays are the greatest days ever! Not one day holidays, not 2-day holidays... I mean, holidays with at least 4 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holidays with no homework, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are a time when you can just enjoy yourself in this beautiful world. You can take a day to just forget all your worries and sleep whenever you feel like it! Who cares about your stupid friends? (No offence, haha. Just trying to get bigger impact.) I mean, what is MSN and phones for? School's not the only option majority of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays.. ah. I enjoyed my 5-day holiday. Looking forward to my 2-months holiday and my upcoming Hong Kong holiday from 22nd - 26th! It's 5 days and 4 nights, the longest overseas trip since... I was about 5 years old? Hahaha! That time, I went to Sydney, Australia, for about a week. But it's history now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, as students, we get quite an abundance of holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sunday, I went to New Creation Church for some well-needed quality time with God. However, there was like, zero air-conditioning. I mean, I could feel that there was air-con, but I couldn't feel the coolness. Do you get what I mean...? And I can NEVER concentrate when I'm feeling warm. Never. Unless I really need to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to NCC, my family went to meet up with Uncle Jeffrey and Auntie Evelyn's family, consisting of Nathaniel, Benjamin and Zachary. We ate at this place which had good Chicken Rice. Mmmmm. I was surprised. Nathaniel really lost weight. Haha. Zachary left soon after (to study?) and then we went to Plaza Singapura cause' their family wanted to look at some drum sets and my father was positive that he could negotiate for a discount cause' of his connections. I think he's a friend of the owner of Luther... Luther Music I think? Anyway, they didn't buy a drum set in the end. I think drums are pretty cool now! The sales assistants in the shop played their own instruments when there weren't any customers they needed to serve. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the Yamaha Music shop trip, we went down to some café. I had some Hot Chocolate which I finished... really fast. In less than 2 minutes, I think. It's because the stupid spoon was too long and the glass cup was so skinny, I found it too much of a hassle to do my usual "use-spoon-and-drink" way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperated after that and my family went to some friend-of-theirs' place. Ate some crab bee hoon which I didn't enjoy. I don't really like crab in the first place. So I can't blame the cook. I bet that it's star-quality Crab Bee Hoon. If only I could appreciate such food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked to go to the toilet after that, where a kid (Sharlene) had to lead me to the bathroom. I came out and Sharlene plus another boy, Nathaniel, made me play with them. Normally, I don't like to play with kids. I still don't. I don't find them cute enough to actually play along with them. I can only really play and enjoy with animals. They kept screaming about monsters half-way through playing. Apparently, the monster was a window that had weird flashing (not that bright) blue, pinkish-purple(?) lights. I was too, freaked out. It looked scary. Like the home belonged to some crazy witch doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at around 11 plus and reach home at about 12 midnight. Can't really remember. Washed up and slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm currently awaiting my mom's arrival. She told me she's buying back porridge. Oh, good porridgeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving porridge these days. I'm not sure why. Porridge like chicken porridge, century egg porridge (oh the joy!) and pork porridge? Actually, I'm just craving for Century Egg porridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't worry, Chelsea, once you get to Hong Kong, you can eat good, world-class porridge everyday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4977195253237103722?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4977195253237103722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4977195253237103722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4977195253237103722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-3466561501770518637</id><published>2009-10-15T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:55:50.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahahaha~</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Many great things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Eunice and Kim went to ION today! Not many things to look at, and the Burger King there was super expensive &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt;? (Using 'can' to piss Amira off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored soon after and went to AMK Hub! After walking around a little, we decided to go to Mac for a late lunch. Suddenly, when Kimberly checked her watch on our way to MacDonald's, she started power-walking! (AKA, super brisk walking) Me and Eunice were a little confused, but soon found out that she was just brisk walking because the MacDonald's discount was ending in 15 minutes, at 3 p.m. LOL. We brisk-walked as well and enjoyed a.. hearty meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the toilet after that, where I told Eunice that she has a turbo peeing speed. She got pretty angry and gave me that "...." look again. Then, we went down to the basement (?) to sit at the waterfall and enjoy some DS games. I'm proud to say that I PWNED THEM! COME ON! (And I'm afraid to say that I might get murdered by them soon for saying this. Never mess with Kimby and Eunice. The Dynamic Duo.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly and Eunice gave me more Rainees for my birthday (which was preeeeeetty long ago)! Rainee Junior Junior and Rainee Junior Junior Junior. I bought Kim a Mrs. Fido and me and Kim are gonna combine money to get Eunice a birthday present soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus home and played games on the way. Needless to say... I rule games!! But they probably rule bullying...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I probably have the upper hand since I played it more than they did. Eunice is sooo funny whenever she gets first place.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's in my opinion. Switched from bus to MRT and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, Rainee actually attacked Rainee JrJrJr! I had to show her who's boss (who is of course, me) before she dropped the toy into my hands. I decided that snatching is never the best way, and to make her drop it on her own is better. (Less probability of me getting more scars on my hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, someone got me into playing Club Penguin again! I think Club Penguin is kinda fun to spend time now LOL. I'm playing this card game which involves great strategy, or pure luck. I'm with great strategy. Haha! I figured out I'm kinda good at reading and predicting peoples' minds. (Wow, what thick skin!) I am good at games, except for perhaps... zombie shooting games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take games quite seriously and if I play.. House of the Dead for example. People in the room will probably be deaf and I will be sweating like mad and probably kneeling on the floor when I'm done. Technology these days are so advanced.. or maybe I'm just too easily excited. I play it as if there are real zombies/undeads/ugly half-naked men. (You'll never want to touch one of those 3.) I'll shout or screech and probably... well, I'll just be exclaiming a lot, I think. Shooter games are really exciting. Too exciting, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Though unsure, though a little hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue on until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-3466561501770518637?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/3466561501770518637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3466561501770518637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/3466561501770518637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahahaha.html' title='Ahahaha~'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4972004442744078286</id><published>2009-10-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:00:30.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaaaaaky!!!!</title><content type='html'>While going back to my fridge to look for any cockroaches that Amelia might have attacked before, I found weird things!&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember seeing those before while I was trying to capture Amelia!! &lt;br /&gt;As I don't have a proper camera, poor quality photos. But still, they should be enough to prove my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQV34sJShI/AAAAAAAAADI/ETDqFeTi3A0/s1600-h/P131009_13.36_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQV34sJShI/AAAAAAAAADI/ETDqFeTi3A0/s320/P131009_13.36_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391958703723858450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQV3STN2EI/AAAAAAAAADA/e_lBX_L6wVI/s1600-h/P131009_13.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQV3STN2EI/AAAAAAAAADA/e_lBX_L6wVI/s320/P131009_13.36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391958693418752066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQV2xxuK3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/XWGo7GLx5z8/s1600-h/P131009_13.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQV2xxuK3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/XWGo7GLx5z8/s320/P131009_13.34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391958684688329586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, no clear pictures, sorry. My mom's camera is broken.&lt;br /&gt;They remind me of Alien VS Predator, somehow. Just without the screeching aliens bursting out from their eggs.&lt;br /&gt;But it'll be interesting to see what insect it is. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I saw a REALLY cute green bug right outside my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;It has the shape of a bee, it's green in colour, and has cute wings and little black eyes. Haha, really cute.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's dead. T_T &lt;br /&gt;It's too small for me to take a photo of, apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4972004442744078286?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4972004442744078286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/freaaaaaky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4972004442744078286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4972004442744078286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/freaaaaaky.html' title='Freaaaaaky!!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQV34sJShI/AAAAAAAAADI/ETDqFeTi3A0/s72-c/P131009_13.36_%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-8390770102094524747</id><published>2009-10-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:59:37.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Year Examinations</title><content type='html'>In short, EOYs. &lt;br /&gt;Are they over? Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just left with oral.. horrible oral. &lt;br /&gt;I dread Oral a lot. It's one of the things that will make me tremble, LITERALLY tremble, in fear.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is having to play the recorder in front of the whole class. Yup. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Art. I did question number 2, insects. &lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot while researching on different insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for most of you here, you wouldn't know I caught an insect before, somewhere during the September holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Here she is, Amelia!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQDJjHa5hI/AAAAAAAAACw/H5rZXAMUxsY/s1600-h/IMG_1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQDJjHa5hI/AAAAAAAAACw/H5rZXAMUxsY/s320/IMG_1272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391938116449396242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQDJM1A_XI/AAAAAAAAACo/7Mna4gxEhWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQDJM1A_XI/AAAAAAAAACo/7Mna4gxEhWQ/s320/IMG_1271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391938110466620786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQDIQadGGI/AAAAAAAAACg/nXDmr9hDnrY/s1600-h/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQDIQadGGI/AAAAAAAAACg/nXDmr9hDnrY/s320/IMG_1259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391938094249089122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only while researching on insects, I found out the name of her species!&lt;br /&gt;It's the amazing &lt;b&gt;EMERALD COCKROACH WASP&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECWs (short for Emerald Cockroach Wasps) use cockroaches as a host for their eggs. To do that, they will first immobilise the cockroach and then inject it with neurotoxin, turning the cockroach into a zombie. The neurotoxin will not allow the cockroach to move about freely, and thus, it will be paralysed, unable to move, while the eggs slowly grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is super cool! When I caught Amelia, she was dragging a cockroach to the area under my fridge! Aw man, I totally should have let her go! But I didn't know about the breeding process... aw shucks. Really wanted to see the process. It would be mad interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the process and explanation here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qN2XMyxAs5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qN2XMyxAs5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" 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;Unfortunately, she passed away soon after I caught her... I think that it's because I couldn't find her anything suitable. &lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why... such a beautiful insect gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-8390770102094524747?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/8390770102094524747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-year-examinations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8390770102094524747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8390770102094524747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-year-examinations.html' title='End of the Year Examinations'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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/_sNbgrLLvwa0/StQDJjHa5hI/AAAAAAAAACw/H5rZXAMUxsY/s72-c/IMG_1272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-8665286356807472654</id><published>2009-09-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:02:22.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha~</title><content type='html'>I saw this and laughed my head off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/SsNd4yam2nI/AAAAAAAAACY/KAkCToHoxU0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sNbgrLLvwa0/SsNd4yam2nI/AAAAAAAAACY/KAkCToHoxU0/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387252809452673650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;s&gt;guy&lt;/s&gt;gentleman is my Literature teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Imagining him saying that makes me laugh! Lol~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainee is very naughty...&lt;br /&gt;Keeps on biting my bolster.&lt;br /&gt;I think Stephanie will go crazy if a dog bit her Baby Bolster.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I don't have such an attraction to my bolster o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainee Rainee Rainee~ The next trick I must teach her... hmm... must be something cute! Because, if I become poor next time and must live on the streets, at least got a cute dog to earn money with. Yup. Can imagine me wearing tattered clothes with a cloak already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy with my English CA2 Paper 1 results!~&lt;br /&gt;26/30 for Composition and 25/30 for Situational Writing.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it isn't actually &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; good, but recently I noticed that my English was getting worse so this was a nice surprise for me. Now, I just have to worry for SA2 results... Tried to write a nice, heartwarming story but I think it ended up quite badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprehension... did badly. My Summary Writing took away my marks. Whole Paper 2 scored 35/50. &lt;br /&gt;Summary writing 12/20 cause' I wrote too little... but come on, we're supposed to &lt;i&gt;summarise&lt;/i&gt;, and that's what I did!&lt;br /&gt;No such thing as short, right? (The teacher wrote "Too short..." but the paper didn't specify the minimum number of words. Pfft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while ordering some food, I asked for 'broccoli'. &lt;br /&gt;I was not paying attention to what the vendor actually put inside, so I quickly paid and went to take a seat.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the vendor placed some disgusting... things inside. I don't know what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;It's a veggie. With like... a gooey slime inside and some seeds.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the Fuchun people? I never see any of them.&lt;br /&gt;Except Sun Chin, Esther, Serene and Zhu En since they are in the same school as me...&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is because I take bus, the easier way. Since I'm too lazy to walk the distance from the MRT to my school. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the bus is comfortable, has seats available and stops right outside my school. So... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I think no one takes 187, right? Except for.... no one... *wind blows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have joined Presbyterian High or something.&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Cottage has waaay too many... gangsters. Or gangster-like people.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the f-word everyday. EVERYDAY. Everyday in a normal school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think I'm getting a stomachache from eating those sweet potatoes which had quite a few ants on it. But.. good food can't be wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-8665286356807472654?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/8665286356807472654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8665286356807472654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/8665286356807472654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha.html' title='Haha~'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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/_sNbgrLLvwa0/SsNd4yam2nI/AAAAAAAAACY/KAkCToHoxU0/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486692122754722079.post-4056925586796984388</id><published>2009-09-29T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:24:10.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress?</title><content type='html'>I have noticed a lot of things. No, actually only two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls nowadays like to be called 'random', 'crazy' and 'weird'. ... diao.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was never stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to the second point... &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I believe that I was never stressed.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm scoring so lowly in exams is probably because I don't study much. (or at all, in the past)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only times I thought I was 'stressed' was frustration out of my own laziness. &lt;br /&gt;So, basically, I'm angry at my laziness? ... laziness is pretty much the opposite of stress, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not proud of my laziness. It's very very bad. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, it looks good when a skinny person is lazy, but when a fat person is lazy, one just creates a stereotype in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;(Uh, wrong English perhaps. But never mind, my English is always weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take life too easy... sometimes. Well, I work hard sometimes. Like... to teach Rainee tricks? Ah, she is my biggest pride. &lt;br /&gt;And... I work hard to complete a few games. Like, I completed Pokemon Diamond thrice. And a few other DS/PSP/PS2 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamessss! Gotta love them.&lt;br /&gt;Games currently playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer:&lt;br /&gt;• Mousehunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo DS:&lt;br /&gt;• Pokemon Platinum&lt;br /&gt;• Tokimeki Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSP:&lt;br /&gt;• Patapon 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo Wii:&lt;br /&gt;• None, lol. I need to buy more games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get............. well, I dunno. Nice games. RPG, fantasy, fighting, something-with-monsters/creatures/animals.&lt;br /&gt;I really like games with nice story lines as well. Like Final Fantasy X-2.&lt;br /&gt;There should be like, Dynasty Warriors for the Nintendo Wii. And we should be able to swing the WiiMote like a sword. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;My arms would be so tired then! ........ but slimmer...? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the people with... patient/deeper minds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just can't stand being alone. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's actually kind of stupid. I don't exactly it mind... except when they ask me to 'pei' them or something....&lt;br /&gt;They ask their friends to follow them EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;Go one floor down, go next door, go toilet, go locker, go one floor up, walk approximately 3 meters, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of annoying how one person cannot be independent. I mean, if it's because of shyness to ask a teacher something, or fear to ask someone something, I think that it would be pretty understandable... but nope. Everywhere. Or else they'll end up whining/acting cute/saying "I-dd0n't-wantt-bbe-y0uur-frienddx!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... these are just my thoughts. Don't get &lt;s&gt;too&lt;/s&gt; offended at all. I exaggerated at some parts, so don't think about it too much. It's a mini-rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was tough. Because I forgot to remember a few things, like the deserts, volcanoes and fold mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Probably took a big hit to my marks. About 10 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at hands dramatically* Why can't I do anything right?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I like people who type English in full sentences with punctuation. Actually, it's a good practice. Everyone should do it! Though it may take more time... but I'm so used to it, now, I have to struggle to type short forms if I wanted to. Except for 'LOL' and 'dunno'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4056925586796984388?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4056925586796984388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4056925586796984388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4056925586796984388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress.html' title='Stress?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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-5486692122754722079.post-4139947083608976368</id><published>2009-09-28T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:54:28.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography</title><content type='html'>Today, I took Paper 1 for English and Mother Tongue. &lt;br /&gt;I went home only after doing some oral conversation, in which I talked about the person I confided most in... Rainee.&lt;br /&gt;I'd definitely get into trouble sharing my religious views/thoughts, thus the choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring post, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well too bad. I would do a better post but Geography is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Geography has way too many things to learn, remember, process and understand.&lt;br /&gt;But it's pretty nice to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainee is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story to share from Jim Willis. It is a touching story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Could You?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by Jim Willis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear everytime I read it. &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone who wants a dog reads this first.&lt;br /&gt;A dog is a lifetime commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5486692122754722079-4139947083608976368?l=happiness-in-food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/feeds/4139947083608976368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/09/geography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4139947083608976368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5486692122754722079/posts/default/4139947083608976368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happiness-in-food.blogspot.com/2009/09/geography.html' title='Geography'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418815766626275157</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>
