<?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-34982316</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:37:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieu est ma Joie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3899193968005880585</id><published>2010-03-01T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:25:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;     &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Came across this on the BBC website. Found it very interesting! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;'Most unfortunate names' revealed     &lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                 &lt;!-- S BO --&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="226" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;    &lt;div&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="cap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you call some of the most unlucky people in Britain?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Justin Case, Barb Dwyer and Stan Still. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It sounds like a bad joke, but a study has revealed that there really are unfortunate people with those names in the UK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joining them on the list are Terry Bull, Paige Turner, Mary Christmas and Anna Sasin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine growing up as Annette Curtain or Tim Burr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just imagine having to introduce yourself to a crowd as Doug Hole or Hazel Nutt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The names were uncovered by researchers from parenting group TheBabyWebsite.com after trawling through online telephone records. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Retired airman Stan Still, 76, from Cirencester, Gloucestershire, said his name had been "a blooming millstone around my neck my entire life". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When I was in the RAF my commanding officer used to shout, 'Stan Still, get a move on' and roll about laughing," he said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It got hugely boring after a while." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But 51-year-old Rose Bush, from Coventry, West Midlands, said she loved her name.                    &lt;!-- S IBOX --&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="231" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/shared/img/o.gif" alt="" vspace="0" width="5" border="0" height="1" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;td class="sibtbg"&gt;                                                &lt;div class="sih"&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MORE UNFORTUNATE NAMES                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                               &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="mva"&gt;&lt;div class="bull"&gt;Pearl Button&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="bull"&gt;Jo King&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="bull"&gt;Barry Cade&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="bull"&gt;Carrie Oakey&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="bull"&gt;Priti Manek&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="bull"&gt;Tim Burr&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                                    &lt;/td&gt;            &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;             &lt;!-- E IBOX --&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always get comments about it but they are always very positive," she said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Implications&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Researchers also scoured phone records in the US and found some unlikely names there too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spare a thought for Anna Prentice, Annette Curtain and Bill Board the next time you sign your name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A string of Americans also have very job-specific names, including Dr Leslie Doctor, Dr Thoulton Surgeon and Les Plack - a dentist in San Francisco. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A spokesman for TheBabyWebsite.com said: "When the parents of some of those people mentioned named their children, many probably didn't even realise the implications at the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Parents really do need to think carefully though when choosing names for their children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Their name will be with them for life and what may be quirky and fun for a toddler might be regretted terribly when that person becomes older or even a grandparent perhaps." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Below are a selection of your comments.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was named Simon Swindells at birth. It caused no end of ridicule throughout my childhood and teens and I changed my first name by deed poll shortly after turning 18 and changed the surname a few years later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found it difficult to be taken seriously when meeting people (socially and professionally when applying for jobs etc) as they laughed out loud when hearing the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chrys Hudson Lee, Brighton&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My name is the same as the actor who played the third Doctor Who. Growing up wasn't so bad, I used to get called all sorts, but because Doctor Who was seen as "cool" the nicknames were always positive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when he moved on and became Worzel Gummidge, the school taunts became crueller. I was constantly asked if I had an Aunt Sally, asked by teachers if I had the stupid head on today etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my 20s, people still recognised the name, and when the actor passed away, I got several phone calls to see if I was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon Pertwee, Sion, Switzerland&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a common name in Belgium and France but when I was living in UK it was quite weird, because people were always talking about Richard the Third and I had no clue of what they were talking about. I just realised some time later on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Furthermore in France, one of my colleagues has double nationality (British and French) and his name is Olivier Moron (French origins). Once again in French, no problem at all... but in English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard Six, Paris, France (but I'm Belgian)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mine tops the lot. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenny Taylor, Kendal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, years of ruthless teasing have given way to slightly kinder comments along the lines of "what a great name". I just wish I had a decent answer to the question: "What were your parents thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daisy Picking, London&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My father, whose name was Albert Hall, had a lot to answer for when he named my brother Jim. Jim took a pounding whenever PE came round at school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'd have thought the "Royal" Albert would have been a bit more circumspect in his choice of name for his offspring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Hall, Cardross, Scotland&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cousins called their daughter Esther Munday, it has always made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terry Withington, Hinckley, England&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This article has put a big smile on many of my colleagues, friends and client's faces today. You would not believe how many times I have been e-mailed with links to your website. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I personally love my name as it makes people laugh and at least no-one will forget it! I'd never consider it unfortunate, it's just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jo King, London&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My name was Susan Frame. I am a lawyer. I met and married Robert who is a banker. His surname is Mee. Now we are Sue Mee, a lawyer, and Rob Mee, a banker - ironic? I have taken no end of stick for this, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan Mee, Doncaster&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My name being Andrew Burke, a lot of letters I get are to A Burke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrew Burke, Aldershot, UK&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I lived near Aberystwyth, 20 years ago, I had a lovely neighbour called Ivy Plant. If she's still alive, or anyone knows of her whereabouts, I'd appreciate an address or any news of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;John McCullough, Ballymena, Antrim&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately your name doesn't have to have a double meaning to be found continually amusing to others. However, I have found the benefit in adult life is that it is always noticed and remembered and is therefore a great networking "tool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bill Badger, Romford, Essex&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A chap who preceded me as student's union president at Imperial in London changed his name to Sidney Harbour-Bridge for a year for charity. After the year he decided to keep it as he found it an asset in business... I'd love to hear if he has the moniker after nearly 20 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Davidson, Market Bosworth&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi, my mum was Hazel Nutt. Her maiden name was Morrison and she married my father, Peter Nutt. I watched her write out a cheque once with the checkout girl grinning, but my mum was definitely hiding a grin too. I think she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donald Nutt, Dundee&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My name is ok, but I have a 14-year-old niece called Lotte Flack. Luckily for her she lives in Germany so she is blissfully unaware of the implications. So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eliot Flack-Hill, Hove, East Sussex&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't sound bad but when people start chanting merrily, merrily, merrily it becomes tedious. Should have kept my maiden name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mary Lee, Pinner, Middlesex&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've always said that if my partner (a Button) and I had a baby girl we'd call her Pearl. With the fringe benefit that I'd get to call myself mother-of-Pearl Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katie, St Albans, Hertfordshire&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the turn of the last century it was common to give girls the names of flowers, hence my Nan and her sisters who were called Ivy, Daisy and Rose. It's a shame their maiden name was Roots. My father, on the other hand, has a sister called June, which goes so well with our family name, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin May, Kent&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I went to school with a Penny Bunn and my cousin always said she would call her daughter her favourite girl's name, Dawn, until she married a Mr Hobbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delia Wyers, Burton-on-Trent&lt;/b&gt; &lt;!-- E BO --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3899193968005880585?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3899193968005880585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3899193968005880585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3899193968005880585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3899193968005880585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2010/03/came-across-this-on-bbc-website.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-9036406724012749801</id><published>2010-02-13T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:54:31.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haven't blogged for a long time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this video during church last Sunday. (Haha! I think the pastor showed this to us because of my cousin's upcoming wedding. She'll be marrying over to America ... which means we won't be seeing her that often...) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets come back to this video. It resonates with those who are/have been a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can ever let my Daddy go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwS_Pt4ZfMQ&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/jwS_Pt4ZfMQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-9036406724012749801?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/9036406724012749801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=9036406724012749801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/9036406724012749801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/9036406724012749801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-blogged-for-long-time-d-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8409047896608774644</id><published>2009-12-08T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:38:30.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Quotes by Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There are three classes of people: those who see, those who see when they are shown, those who do not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;GA_googleCreateDomIframe('google_ads_div_BQ_quotes_squaretop_300x250' ,'BQ_quotes_squaretop_300x250');&lt;/script&gt; &lt;span class="huge" style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human subtlety will never devise an invention more beautiful, more simple or more direct than does nature because in her inventions nothing is lacking, and nothing is superfluous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="huge" style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="huge" style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: arial;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="760"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" class="bigbold" align="left" valign="top" width="760"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="2" colspan="2" align="left" valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left" valign="top" width="460"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8409047896608774644?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8409047896608774644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8409047896608774644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8409047896608774644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8409047896608774644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/12/quotes-by-leonardo-da-vinci-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8421742248830172610</id><published>2009-10-01T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:44:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Have Super Long Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatlengthhairshouldyouhavequiz/super-long-hair.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free spirited and carefree. You are a total wild child, and no one is going to tame you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair tells people that you're an individual who doesn't care what other people think. You and your hair break all the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a mysterious type who has many secrets. You prefer to keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot hiding behind that hair. Very few people truly understand what you are all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatlengthhairshouldyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Length Hair Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings: We'll Tell You The Truth... Someone Has To!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8421742248830172610?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8421742248830172610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8421742248830172610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8421742248830172610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8421742248830172610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-should-have-super-long-hair-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8497210284207204974</id><published>2009-05-11T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:07:20.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~Today~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SgghYknmh7I/AAAAAAAAADk/lgtqfGJ2sBA/s1600-h/Sakura+Vines.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SgghYknmh7I/AAAAAAAAADk/lgtqfGJ2sBA/s400/Sakura+Vines.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334550464650708914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;A million tomorrows shall all pass away&lt;br /&gt;ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a dandy, and I'll be a rover&lt;br /&gt;You'll know who I am by the songs that I sing&lt;br /&gt;I'll feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what the morrow shall bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;A million tomorrows shall all pass away&lt;br /&gt;ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be contented with yesterday's glory&lt;br /&gt;I can't live on promises winter to spring&lt;br /&gt;Today is my moment, now is my story&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;A million tomorrows shall all pass away&lt;br /&gt;ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;A million tomorrows shall all pass away&lt;br /&gt;ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~John Denver&lt;/span&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/34982316-8497210284207204974?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8497210284207204974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8497210284207204974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8497210284207204974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8497210284207204974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-today-while-blossoms-still-cling.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SgghYknmh7I/AAAAAAAAADk/lgtqfGJ2sBA/s72-c/Sakura+Vines.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-690764415112075539</id><published>2009-04-29T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:49:27.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yay! Back to the blogosphere. Haven't blogged for quite a while. Tomorrow's cross country but being a first aider, I don't have to run. YAY!!! =D! I'll be located at Station 4. To those making this pilgrimage, I'll be your first glimpse of civilization; the light at the end of the tunnel! HO! HO! XD! Ok, I'm actually stationed at the part where the forest trail meets the road. So, if anyone's tired, let me know and I'll command the boys at Station 4 to carry you to the finishing point on a stretcher, or perhaps in an ambulance if you want. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the SJAB uniform makes people look like security guards. The skirt alone exaggerates the size of my already fleshy butt. But it's reasonably airy so it's ok, I guess. =) I am determined to tie a chignon (say sheen-yon, it's French!) tomorrow. It's some kind of bun located at the nape. I can't do my usual ah mah bun because of the beret. =( Oh, and I must remember to bring my umbrella and water bottle! *scribbles down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; Argh! I hope it will be cool tomorrow if not I'll melt in this security guard attire. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't forget to watch out for monkeys. Even though my dear mentor said that he wasn't attacked by those bold primates while he was blatantly eating potato chips while surveying the area (he's a high-ranking road martial! &lt;3). Perhaps it's because he looks like one! ;) JUST JOKING, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a victim of monkey attack at MacRitchie. When we were in Primary 6, we went on a field trip to the reservoir. I was holding a transparent plastic bag (containing stationery and my water bottle) when a monkey just jumped and clinged onto my arm. It didn't let go so in my shock, I swung my arm around. And it flew off. Ok, I meant it jumped off. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna eat my dinner now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for the cross country! (Go Nobel!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-690764415112075539?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/690764415112075539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=690764415112075539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/690764415112075539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/690764415112075539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/04/argh-i-hope-it-will-be-cool-tomorrow-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3536042697875246817</id><published>2009-04-04T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:22:29.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yay! Shan't be running for cross country! =D Should've joined SJAB a long time ago. (Right Si Ying?) XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 18 something for 2.4. ='(  I hope I don't have to re-run it! But the problem is I can't remember what that 'something' was. And as Junyan had said, "IT IS VERY IMPORTANT!!!" =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know I'll feel nauseous while running the later laps. (First 2 were fine! I was even blowing kisses to those in 409 who were cheering me and smiling at Adeline and Xinyuan! =D) I know running after a full meal will make one vomit but I didn't know that not eating breakfast and drinking a lot of water will make one vomit too. =( And *ahem* it's not morning sickness. *sighs* So sad. I don't wanna run another 2.4km if I have to. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was very heartened by the concern I got. =) I was in Group 2 which comprised of (Zhi Xin, Mag and I) with 9 other boys. Of all the people running in the same group as I, only 2 boys actually asked if I was alright. If I was going to get any concern from anyone, I would expect it coming from females, so I didn't expect it coming from males. Anyway, I was quite heartened by it, not all males are heartless brutes when they see a damsel in distress. Ho! Ho! Ho! Bryan slowed his pace (feel quite guilty for it 'cause he's one of the more athletic in class) and asked me if I'm fine. And the other boy was ... ... ... Ahmed! I really didn't see that coming. He actually turned around twice to ask if I'm ok. In case you're wondering why I'm semi-gushing over this, it's because I've realised that certain people are more caring than they seem. =D Hanisah and Terry asked if I'm fine too, Mao Jia and Feyra accompanied me for my last lap, Mag and Feyra walked me back to class, Mao Jia passed me my WATERBOTTLE and Zhi Xin gave me a sweet! Oh, it was so sweet! (Pardon the pun, it was unintentional.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nausea was more than worth it. I got to feel the essence of human kindness that day. =D (Just pray that I don't need to run again, ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the following is adapted from an email I received)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into our lives for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a Reason, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvienient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we must realise is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a Season, because your turn has come to share, grow and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something which you have never learnt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all those people out there (reading this blog post), thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season, or a lifetime... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3536042697875246817?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3536042697875246817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3536042697875246817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3536042697875246817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3536042697875246817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-i-was-very-heartened-by-concern-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2767326973733649139</id><published>2009-03-23T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:19:11.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Came across this on the web:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;She said, "Mama look at the flowers. Can I pick one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No baby, why don't we just take a picture of them, because when you pick them they die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "They die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Yes baby, they do. But if you take a picture you can have them with you forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Is that why you take my picture all the time mama, so I can be with you forever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, with a aching heart and a smile on my face, "That's right baby. So I can have you forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just smiled and said, "I love you Mama."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2767326973733649139?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2767326973733649139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2767326973733649139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2767326973733649139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2767326973733649139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/03/came-across-this-on-web-she-said-mama_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3247761077321132940</id><published>2009-03-20T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:23:37.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Great spirits have always encountered opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3247761077321132940?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3247761077321132940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3247761077321132940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3247761077321132940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3247761077321132940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-spirits-have-always-encountered.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-6361830087291053969</id><published>2009-03-07T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:44:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are Sunny and Inspiring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourinitialssayaboutyouquiz/e.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You Are Comfortable:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite quirky, and you enjoy doing things your own way. You are optimistic, and you've always got a good idea brewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People find you to be positive and uplifting. You make people feel good about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You Are At Your Best:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and dramatic. You have confidence in yourself, and that's enough to get you through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as capable and goal oriented. You have your eye on the prize, and others admire that about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You Are in a Social Setting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a carefree, adventurous person. You love excitement, and you enjoy being in a changing, dynamic environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People find you to be funny, generous, and competent. You're well spoken, and you know how to wow people with your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourinitialssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Initials Say About You?&lt;/a&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/34982316-6361830087291053969?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/6361830087291053969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=6361830087291053969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I was made to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I was made just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Made to adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I was made to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;And be loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;You were here before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;You were waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;And you said you'd keep me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Never would you leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I was made to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;And be loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;-Kevin Michael McKeehan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2143767244982677263?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2143767244982677263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2143767244982677263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2143767244982677263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2143767244982677263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-made-to-love-you-i-was-made-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-4886608084139803443</id><published>2009-02-21T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:44:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ9_RJ-AhBI/AAAAAAAAABU/AKblJXpfIW4/s1600-h/b1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ9_RJ-AhBI/AAAAAAAAABU/AKblJXpfIW4/s400/b1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305098818776237074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as though you're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ-JO9cf0_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xEgqzxKO-xs/s1600-h/Crying+Angel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ-JO9cf0_I/AAAAAAAAABc/xEgqzxKO-xs/s400/Crying+Angel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109776170996722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you had to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hide the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ_o_XGdxwI/AAAAAAAAACM/YP40z-jD128/s1600-h/Starry+Sky.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ_o_XGdxwI/AAAAAAAAACM/YP40z-jD128/s400/Starry+Sky.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305215061296269058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You always reached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your heart was my first home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ-Va31NBFI/AAAAAAAAACE/gs5KKN_KwcE/s1600-h/Candle+in+the+Dark.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ-Va31NBFI/AAAAAAAAACE/gs5KKN_KwcE/s400/Candle+in+the+Dark.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305123174961972306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You pointed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then you left me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ll ... alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ_76WGFHxI/AAAAAAAAACU/39MY862NUk8/s1600-h/alone+in+my+little+world.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ_76WGFHxI/AAAAAAAAACU/39MY862NUk8/s400/alone+in+my+little+world.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305235865847799570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the angels are around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;every move we make... to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ward love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they come to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;see us, feel us, hold us, heal us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you were... an angel... of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ_-7Xg0BCI/AAAAAAAAACk/th7iuUhK9aE/s1600-h/Autumn+Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ_-7Xg0BCI/AAAAAAAAACk/th7iuUhK9aE/s400/Autumn+Walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305239181943112738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can feel your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your words are clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ__mFGF3OI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jjv0LJ_S_P8/s1600-h/Clearing+my+Mind.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ__mFGF3OI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jjv0LJ_S_P8/s400/Clearing+my+Mind.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305239915733572834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All those who came before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;still light our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;despite the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SaAUl4_oLLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1id5fc3yb3g/s1600-h/Meditation.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SaAUl4_oLLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1id5fc3yb3g/s400/Meditation.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305263002229419186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deep within our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it becomes the song we sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SaAWDNfME0I/AAAAAAAAADE/RH88Jnrz0Bc/s1600-h/Dream+Collector.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SaAWDNfME0I/AAAAAAAAADE/RH88Jnrz0Bc/s400/Dream+Collector.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305264605458338626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep believing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and show others how... to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SaAYw5nESlI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZYdZpLmPjb0/s1600-h/Golden+Dawn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SaAYw5nESlI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZYdZpLmPjb0/s400/Golden+Dawn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305267589419911762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the angels are around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every move we make... toward love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they come to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see us, feel us, hold us, heal us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SaAZ2oPb_hI/AAAAAAAAADc/3YYkJBdHWtU/s1600-h/Love+is+in+the+Air.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SaAZ2oPb_hI/AAAAAAAAADc/3YYkJBdHWtU/s400/Love+is+in+the+Air.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305268787348241938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're all... angels... of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-4886608084139803443?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/4886608084139803443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=4886608084139803443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4886608084139803443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4886608084139803443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-feel-your-eyes-even-now-behind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SZ9_RJ-AhBI/AAAAAAAAABU/AKblJXpfIW4/s72-c/b1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7188077388782868522</id><published>2008-11-07T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:57:20.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exams are over. Although the stress of exams is gone, somehow, I still feel quite tense. *sighs* Somehow, the monotonous cycle of everyday life at home, with nothing much to do (other than packing stuff and reading Agatha Christie books) seems to things around me dreary and boring. No kudos to the bright and sunny weather outside for driving away my ideal dark, cool and moist (in other words optimal-conditions-for-fungus-to-thrive) weather. =( Aiya! So sad! I have to inject some sense of purpose and EXCITEMENT into my life! Going to the movies doesn't excite me. Unless its those insightful movies which will profoundly affect my way of thinking, stimulate me intellectually, etc. I'm unsympathetic to superfluous portrayals of angsty teenage relationships and phantasmagoric depictions of the human emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I don't mind going to the National Library. In fact, I would love to go there! =D! I would take the lift from the highest floor all the way, (not stopping unless someone just happens to take the lift in the middle of my journey to the the centre of the earth) to ground level and go squealing with fear and excitement, watching myself plummet from metres above the ground (this is a (literally) cheap substitution for the ubiquitous theme park ride which brings you up 10 storeys high before plunging you down)! Well, other than the short-lived excitement I can get from the lift, I should be able to derive satisfaction from the books that I've borrowed! XD! Yay! Ok, so I've decided that I should go to the National Library when I can. Oh yeah, before I forget, I have to remind my father of his promise to let me see a sunset by the sea by the end of this year. This would be his birthday present to me. =) Although I don't mind going to any place to see my sunset by the sea, I wonder what the possibilities are to view it at the boardwalk in Raffles Marina. I first went there for a wedding held in the evening. There was this boardwalk extending near the wedding venue, with sailboats or little ships beside it, out to the sea, ending at a lighthouse. It was beautiful walking on the boardwalk, seeing only the sky in front of you and hearing only the sound of waves. The evening sun covered the whole sky. It was like walking into the sunset. Ahhh... *sighs dreamily* Maybe I'll take a ride on the Singapore Flyer and see Singapore's skyline. I've heard that it's nice. =D! You know downtown, there's this capsule with each end attached to some sort of rope. You sit in it before being propelled high up into the sky. I think it's supposed to give one the thrills while viewing the city's skyline but I think I'll only see the contents of my stomach if I go on a ride like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I think I'm going bonkers. I've decided to inject life into my life. I'll start with window shopping down Orchard Road. (Although I can't say I love shopping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow, I know I'm going to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7188077388782868522?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7188077388782868522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7188077388782868522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7188077388782868522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7188077388782868522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-535347274430649004</id><published>2008-11-01T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:50:35.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll definitely be happier still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-535347274430649004?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-9187485466076944990</id><published>2008-10-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:23:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-9187485466076944990?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/9187485466076944990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=9187485466076944990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/9187485466076944990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/9187485466076944990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-going-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8096273874363934660</id><published>2008-09-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:50:18.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Autumn Test Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theautumnquiz/autumn.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dynamic, vibrant person. You aren't afraid to pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are happiest, you are calm. You appreciate tradition and family. You enjoy feeling cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer change to come slowly. You need a long transition period when your life changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find hard work to be the most comforting thing in the world. You like the feeling of accomplishing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal day is spontaneous and surprising. You like to play things by ear, and you always end up doing something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to live in the moment. You enjoy whatever is going on, and you don't obsess over the past or future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theautumnquiz/"&gt;The Autumn Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8096273874363934660?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8096273874363934660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8096273874363934660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8096273874363934660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8096273874363934660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-autumn-test-results-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7170723155289773282</id><published>2008-08-09T14:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:55:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lost 9.7 over million of neopoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was saddened by the lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, I was saddened by the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I only wish that the hacker is contented with my many years of labour, make good use of it and not commit another grievous act by hacking another's neopets account (which means that he or she knows of his/her wrongdoing). Somehow, I think I know the person who hacked my account. Ha! Ha! XD! Psychic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I have slim, almost nonexistent chances of recovering my loss. *wishful expression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I hope I'm not emo-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;as the river flows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      surely to the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Darling, so it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       some things are meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone from my heart the world and all its charms;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now, through the blood, I'm saved from all alarms;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down at the cross my heart is bending low;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the precious blood of Jesus cleanses white as snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Him, I love Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because He first loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and purchased my salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on Calvary's tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7170723155289773282?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7170723155289773282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7170723155289773282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7170723155289773282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7170723155289773282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-lost-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2833720926118337557</id><published>2008-07-21T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:10:15.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Highlights of the day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemaah Islamiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initials of this militant Islamic organisation, which is allegedly led by the escaped fugitive Mas Selamat bin Kastari, was last seen today in NUS High, at the Journalism Club booth in lieu of the annual Language Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was the start of Language Week. Each booth was given one/two identification alphabet(s) for convenience, e.g. booth Z is Zimbabwean. Although "I" comes before "J" in the alphabet and both the letters "J" and "I" were supposed to be the Chinese booth's identification alphabets, they somehow landed up at the Journalism Club's booth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an irony when journalism has a responsibility to help society deal more honestly and effectively with racial and ethnic issues and there's this suspicious-looking booth with big bold letters of "J" and "I" that doesn't seem to spell out "Journalism Club".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an irony when Racial Harmony Day aims to promote self-reflection on and celebration of Singapore's success as a racially harmonious nation and there's these intials of a militant Islamic organisation popping out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny though! XD! It created an uproar! (Well, at least I did! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Biology lesson today on monohybrid inheritance. According to Ms Fong, 2 persons can have more than 7 trillion combinations possible in their offspring! Which means... ... I'm 1 in 7 trillion! &lt;3 XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2833720926118337557?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2833720926118337557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2833720926118337557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2833720926118337557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2833720926118337557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/07/highlights-of-day-1-ji.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3694250465947901632</id><published>2008-07-11T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:59:36.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The weather's been gooooooooodddddd these two weeks. The glaring sunlight is gone and it's cool everyday due to the rain. Ahhh ... ... *sighs contentedly* It's dark, moist ... ... I sound like a fungus do I? Ha ! Ha! XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Just realised that I actually don't like to do homework. It's really piling up but I've done most of it already! =D This reminds me of one of my philosophies of life: "If this world was not so obsessed with knowledge, we wouldn't have to study!" Well it's kinda skewed but it has some truth. *sighs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Somehow, today's English lesson made me recall this poem Ms Adlena Wong shared with me. Here's the poem by W.H. Auden (ignoring the words 'hell' and 'damn', it's a beauty!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;The More Loving One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking up at the stars, I know quite well &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;That, for all they care, I can go to hell, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;But on earth indifference is the least &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to dread from man or beast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;How should we like it were stars to burn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;With a passion for us we could not return? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;If equal affection cannot be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the more loving one be me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Admirer as I think I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Of stars that do not give a damn, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot, now I see them, say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed one terribly all day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Were all stars to disappear or die, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I should learn to look at an empty sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;And feel its total dark sublime, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Though this might take me a little time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3694250465947901632?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3694250465947901632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3694250465947901632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3694250465947901632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3694250465947901632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/07/weathers-been-gooooooooodddddd-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8290626809351698925</id><published>2008-07-03T15:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:27:29.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218686677517032562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SGx_4id3XHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qak1rkfHjEA/s320/Laminin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is laminin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Trillions and trillions of cells in our body are all held together by this substance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I will praise Thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;marvellous are Thy works;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and that my soul knoweth right well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now from a molecular point of view, we turn to look towards the heavens... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218689098977852690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SGyCFfHHPRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KhLT-xrMWcQ/s320/Cross+in+a+Black+Hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Taken by the Hubble Space Telescope, this picture depicts the centre of a black hole in a galaxy millions of light years away from the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it is high, I cannot attain unto it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Whither shall I go from Thy Spirit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Or whither shall I flee from Thy presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If I ascend up into heaven, Thou art there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;if I make my bed in hell, behold, Thou art there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If I take the wings of the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;even there shall Thy hand lead me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and Thy right hand shall hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218692198810814994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SGyE5644ihI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nu2gAq5-mEY/s320/Heart+Nebula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;try me, and know my thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and see if there by any wicked way in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8290626809351698925?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8290626809351698925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8290626809351698925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8290626809351698925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8290626809351698925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-is-before-all-things-and-in-him-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/SGx_4id3XHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qak1rkfHjEA/s72-c/Laminin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1441367013246289198</id><published>2008-06-06T09:25:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:36:58.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tagged by Si Ying &amp;amp; Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#87 - QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I want to be someone who can touch people's life in a positive way. (ahh... such a noble cause... XD!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who is truer. The one who is helping me to make of the lumber of my life, not a tavern, but a temple; out of works from every day, not a reproach, but a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;My God &amp;amp; myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but OF COURSE!!! *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;5. What is the best thing that has ever happened to you in this whole lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;Many many things. *sighs contentedly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, absolutely! =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... it's a secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! &lt;3 ying =" smart," style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you know any of 12's family members? (Bradford)&lt;br /&gt;Well... saw his mum before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) What would you do if 18 confesses that he/she loves you? (my father)&lt;br /&gt;I would give him a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek and then glare sternly at him and ask him if he remembers the last time he said this to me. XD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) Who is 9 going out with? (Rion)&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, BUT DEFINITELY NOT with my brother! I won't allow it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) How old is 16? (Ada)&lt;br /&gt;15 this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) Who is 2's favourite band/singer? (Tricia)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11) Would you ever date 4? (Joanna)&lt;br /&gt;NO! N and O means NO!!! Abomination!!!!!! Goodness... tag quizzes nowadays...*sighs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12) Would you ever date 1? (Xinyuan)&lt;br /&gt;This question AGAIN?!!!!! NO! For goodness sake! (I wonder if I should continue doing this quiz... ...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13) Is 19 single? (my mother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not! She's happily married to a wonderful man with 2 beautiful children!!! XD! &lt;3 style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Would you ever get into a relationship with 11? (Timothy Low) *faints* This question AGAIN and AGAIN?!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the final time, I'm perfectly straight single-yet-unavailable and happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15) School of 3 (Germaine)&lt;br /&gt;NUSHS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16) Where does 6 live? (TPL)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the centre of Singapore, Outram I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17) What's the favourite thing of 5? (Zhi Xin)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. Anyway, this question is kinda vague, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18) Have you seen 2 naked? (Tricia)&lt;br /&gt;What a cheeky question! OF COURSE NOT!!!!! finally we come to part 2... ... *sighs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NOW] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current mood: in a-little-woozy-but-pensive mood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current music: "You are my Hiding Place" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current taste: none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current hair: long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current clothes: blue dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current annoyance: i shouldn't be blogging and should instead holler at my brother to quit snoring and get out of bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current smell: none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current thing i should be doing: revision =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current windows open: blogger, crunchyroll, itunes, hotmail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current desktop picture: a mesmerising night view of the Northern Lights dancing among the stars above the fjords &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current favourite band: none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current book:感悟人生 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current CD in stereo: none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current crush: none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Current favourite celeb: none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[DO YOU...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smoke?: Yucks, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do drugs?: NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a dream that keeps coming back?: Sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember your first love?: My first love would be my husband so no at this point of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still love him/her?: Yes, in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have any gay/lesbian friends?: NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe in miracles?: Absolutely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: With all my heart, yes! Consider yourself tolerant of others?: Well, that's not for me to say. Consider love a mistake?: No, it is our saving grace. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of alcohol?: Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a favourite candy?: I LOVE ALL OF THEM!!! I eat candies the way Cookie Monster chomp cookies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in astrology?: Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in magic?: No, but in optical illusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe in God?: Yes, with all my heart, mind &amp;amp; soul! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any pets?: Nope. =(&lt;br /&gt;Go to or plan to go with college?: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;Have any piercings?: Thou shalt not make holes nor paint thy bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos?: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Hate yourself?: Why should I ?&lt;br /&gt;Have an obsession?: With?&lt;br /&gt;Have a secret crush?: NO!!! This question again... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Have a best friend?: Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Wish on stars?: I'd rather go star-gazing. *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LOVE LIFE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?: With?&lt;br /&gt;When did you lose your virginity?: What kinda question is this?!!! Why don't you ask your mother this question ?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?: Yes, I believe in occurs in rare cases where the revelation strikes a person...&lt;br /&gt;Describe your ideal significant other: Hmmm... someone whose personality, character and beliefs compliment with mine, someone who's mature, understanding... someone who can not only make me laugh but also make me strive to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;[ETC]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing?: Nope, I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been intoxicated?: Sometimes by wine but mostly by beautiful sceneries and small gestures of love.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been caught "doing something"?: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a tease?: Even if I was, would I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Shy to make the first move?: Nope but if need be, I'll do it subtly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[APPEARANCE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Black.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: Brown.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 1.63m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LAST THING...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought?: Groceries.&lt;br /&gt;Ate &amp;amp; Drank?: Alkaline water.&lt;br /&gt;Read?: 感悟人生&lt;br /&gt;Watched on TV?: News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EITHER OR...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer of cider?: Juices and alkaline water!&lt;br /&gt;Drinks or shots?: None.&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs?: Dogs! Wuff!&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken?: Unavailable fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;Pen or pencil?: Both!&lt;br /&gt;Gloves or mittens?: Both?&lt;br /&gt;Food or candy?: BOTH!!! Mmmm...yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Cassette or CD?: CD's more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;Coke or pepsi?: Es Avocado! Ginger beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WHO DO YOU WANT TO...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill?: No one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Get really wasted with?: Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Look like?: Me!&lt;br /&gt;Avoid?: No one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LAST PERSON YOU...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw?: My mum.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to on the phone?: Bryce, I think?&lt;br /&gt;Hugged?: Evin! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant messaged?: Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kissed?: Evin!!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HAVE YOU EVER...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law?: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Run away from home?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth Or Dare?: OF COURSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't know?: Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fight?: Nah. I'm peace-loving. *does sign for world peace* Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Come close to dying?: Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WHAT IS...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bedroom like?: Just like a typical bedroom if you ignore my brother's badminton racket, light sticks, soft toys, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite thing for breakfast?: Garlic bread with cream of chicken/mushroom or roti prata with LOTS of curry or Hong Kong dimsum or...&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite restaurant?: The Olive Tree.&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedside table?: My brother's soft toys and what-nots. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;What do you eat when you raid the fridge at night?: Oh, the classic sinful indulgences of course! Ice cream and chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?: Not sure but I have a fear of heights. (Used to cringe whenever crossing the overhead bridge.)&lt;br /&gt;Describe your bed?: A pillow, bolster and cozy blanket that's perfect for snuggling under or cuddling up to on cold days.&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous or plain?: Both?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to play poker?: Nah. =(&lt;br /&gt;What do you carry with you at all times?: Myself, basically.&lt;br /&gt;How do you drive?: Let's combat global warming! Walk!&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss most about being little?: The childlike innocence and naivety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Are you happy with your given name?: Absolutely. "Elza" means "God is my joy" in Hebrew.&lt;br /&gt;What colour is your bedroom?: Bits of light blue amidst a sea of light pink and white.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a play?: Yup! And it was a great success! It topped the level!&lt;br /&gt;Do poor, homeless or starving people sometimes annoy you?: Never.&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself to be a nice person?: Do you consider me to be a nice person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;- Don't change your top 5.&lt;br /&gt;- Be completely honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. siying&lt;br /&gt;2. adeline&lt;br /&gt;3. xinyuan&lt;br /&gt;4. tricia&lt;br /&gt;5. germaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[PERSON ONE] siying&lt;br /&gt;1) How long have you known this person?&lt;br /&gt;At least 2 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;2) Where does this person live?&lt;br /&gt;In Choa Chu Kang and in my heart. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person older than 15?&lt;br /&gt;She's sweet 15 this year!&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you have any classes with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Used to, =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[PERSON TWO] adeline&lt;br /&gt;1) What's this person's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Roasted duck? That doesn't sound very flattering. Duck? Duckling? I usually call her by her name though.&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you done anything illegal with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;3) What is this person's stereotype?&lt;br /&gt;Adeline is Adeline. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;4) What song(s) remind you of this person?&lt;br /&gt;The opening song of "Doraemon"!&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you trust him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;6) How did you meet?&lt;br /&gt;Under the starlit skies, in the faint moonlight... of course not! We met in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[PERSON THREE] xinyuan&lt;br /&gt;1) What noise reminds you of this person?&lt;br /&gt;This (exagerrated) sound a fishball makes when it bounces.&lt;br /&gt;2) Does he/she have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, poor lonely thing.&lt;br /&gt;3) What school does this person go to?&lt;br /&gt;NUSHS!&lt;br /&gt;4) Is this person athletic?&lt;br /&gt;Have to be what. Netball team leh.&lt;br /&gt;5) What do you like most about this person?&lt;br /&gt;I like the whole person.&lt;br /&gt;6) Has this person ever spent the night at your house?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but if she does, I will invite her to a round of pillow fight in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[PERSON FOUR] tricia&lt;br /&gt;1) Who is this person's boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;This feminist who loves any soft, fluffly, sweet and pink, is currently single.&lt;br /&gt;2) How long have you known this person?&lt;br /&gt;At least 2 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;3) When's the last time you saw this person?&lt;br /&gt;During the SIMC closing ceremony, eating colourful QQ balls and aloe vera drowned with syrup.&lt;br /&gt;4) Does this person have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Go ask her yourself! Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;5) If you were to go to Six Flags would you take this person?&lt;br /&gt;Why not? We're fun-loving and it's been such a long time since we've laughed our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;6) How did you meet?&lt;br /&gt;While making footprints on the soft sand at the beach, facing a dramatic sunset... stop daydreaming. Where else but school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[PERSON FIVE] germaine&lt;br /&gt;1) When is this person's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;31st December! She's a New Year's Eve baby!&lt;br /&gt;2) Where does this person live?&lt;br /&gt;In Simei, the eastern part of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;3) Who is his/her best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of her church friends.&lt;br /&gt;4) What animal reminds you of this person?&lt;br /&gt;A Maltese puppy! (Because she has one!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you have his/her phone number?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;6) Where were you when you first met?&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, in Clementi, in NUSHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reach the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1441367013246289198?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1441367013246289198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1441367013246289198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1441367013246289198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1441367013246289198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-si-ying-adeline.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2772491027966281382</id><published>2008-05-24T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:50:43.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Check out this article written by Annabeth. It really echoes my sentiments! XD! On a side note, I think the words "mild-mannered" and "soft-spoken" suit Wayne more. Ha! Ha! =P Presenting the spoof on SIMC food as written by our fellow Journalism Club  member... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Note to all: the following is satire. Most probably satire. No offence, in any case, is intended to be directed toward anyone. Any lawsuits brought against me will be laughed at. If you have a problem with the, er, exposé, tell me &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;nicely&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another Look at SIMC (through the eyes of a hungry student journalist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by - well, it hardly need be said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Singapore International Mathematics Challenge has come and gone, but student journalists cast one last lingering look at this event which has affected their digestive systems so profoundly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;The inaugural SIMC has been touted as a landmark event in Singapore's mathematical history, especially for youths, and participants from all over the world have generally been enthusiastic about the challenge, or profess to be, despite the logistical delays (read: frequent screw-ups) which have plagued the event at certain points, especially during the Pre-Site Challenge and On-Site Challenge. However, little has been said about the effect of the SIMC on student helpers less visible than the permanently-smiling student liaison officers and ever-present video crew. Even the performers are more memorable than those locked away in an asylum alternatively referred to as the "computer lab" or, much more euphemistically, the "news room", in the words of warder Mr. Eric Valles.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;The Year 3 student journalists, in particular, have been most outspoken about how drastically the SIMC has changed their lives, if only for four or five days. The first day, so they recount, was one spent mostly in excited bewilderment, as most of them were largely uncertain of what precisely their duties entailed. With this in mind, therefore, Tan Shoun and Bryce Tan embarked on what would prove to be a pioneer step in the Year 3 Lunchtime activism movement.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Following the opening ceremony, at which SIMC officials cautiously ascertained that contestants could indeed count under the guise of asking them to chant the obligatory "five... four... three... two... one", participants were treated to a buffet spread of refreshments at the concourse, to the mandatory audio loop of the string ensemble playing. It was at this critical juncture that Shoun and Bryce spearheaded the gastronomy resistance. On the grounds of providing full coverage of the opening ceremony, they reasoned, it was only fair that they sample some of the sweet and savoury snacks offered to participants, lest hapless contestants lack food reviews in the next day's issue of official newsletter &lt;em&gt;Epitaph&lt;/em&gt;. Unfortunately, not only did they suffer what they could only suggest were pastries, all in the name of journalistic integrity, their actions were heavily suppressed by a censorship board which regulates what student journalists may or may not ingest.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;The turning point came at lunchtime on Tuesday. Year 3 student journalists returned to the "computer lab" (or "mental ward") to find packed lunches awaiting them, delivered by a smiling Mr. Valles. The contents were, apparently, curried fish and vegetables for those not partaking of the vegetarian variant. However, Shoun could later describe his reaction only as one of horror, when with visions of buffet spreads still in his head he opened the polystyrene container (and Bryce has a scathing indictment of the environmental consequences of Styrofoam) and discovered a fish eye, thankfully still encased in head, staring back at him. The seeds for the revolution were thus sown.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday lunch was hence viewed with trepidation, and the worst fears of all were realised when Wayne Lin, Chief Editor and therefore second-in-command only to the warder, returned with the ubiquitous Styrofoam boxes. Ada Ngo, author of &lt;em&gt;Fibonacci and Other Math Geniuses&lt;/em&gt; and potential sufferer of carpal tunnel syndrome after enduring the horrors of SIMC reporting, was explicit and unsparing in her vocabulary used to comment on the food. "Half-cooked curry chicken with sickly-sweet boiled cabbage and mushy egg custard," she wrote. "And it's specially prepared such that you won't take more than five bites! Awesome, huh?" Fortunately for some of them, the Pre-Site Challenge allowed a little respite from the starvation regime then being enforced.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;The moment these deprived student helpers, out of public sight and consequently out of mind, stepped into the school hall to commence their hack-writing for the day, their attention was drawn toward the covered platters at the back of the hall. Elza Cheong, never one to complain much, nonetheless demonstrated her pitiful condition by pulling out her phone. She, Tang Si Ying and I began snapping photographs of green, coconut-covered confections that while looking somewhat bilious were indeed more appetising in appearance than anything that we had been given. In fact, within the half hour, succumbing to the boredom of a seemingly nonexistent panel of judges who would arrive in the infinite time interval "ten to fifteen minutes... in a while" and to the temptation of Real Food, we had lifted the panels and admired the aesthetically pleasing beauty of tuna buns and cheese puffs.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Sadly, salvation was not to be. While I was fortunate, having quickly wrapped up the ill-fated interview with the chief judge and snatched up a tuna bun, a cheese puff, and a gloopy green blob just as the announcement "Refreshments are at the back of the hall" was being made, my fellow journalists, conscripted into their labour, were not as lucky. Though notified of the food availability by a brief phone call, by the time Bryce managed to lift his eyes and glance toward the silver dishes, a long queue stretching the length of the hall had formed, and he barely had the opportunity to make off with a sausage roll, a cheese puff and a tuna bun. Elza, whose day it truly was not, did not manage to get even a taste of what turned out to be carbohydrate-laden foodstuffs that at least had the benefit of not forcing the tastebuds to shut down in self defence.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday was the lowest point in the entire SIMC. Mild-mannered and soft-spoken &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(long-haired describes me better, Annabeth)&lt;/span&gt; as she was, the only words Elza found which could be safely used on the sweet-and-sour fish given for our lunch were "gooey and squishy", that was precisely what the texture of the fish resembled. Never mind the mucin which lubricates the food in our buccal cavity, the fish seemed to have practically drowned in some mucous lining of their own. To compound matters, Thursday was devoted entirely to preparation for the On-Site Challenge - in other words, there was no buffet spread for participates from which we could scavenge like vultures or other devourers of carrion. We were, however, taunted by tantalising glimpses of their lunch, where dishes - which we did not dare uncover, for fear that we would desecrate the food at whose altar we were salivating - were labelled with promising names such as "Teriyaki Chicken", "Japanese Garlic Rice", "Poached Vegetables" and "Buttered Cereal Fish". For us, who had been subsisting on the Styrofoam of the packed lunch boxes (polystyrene being more edible than the contents of the containers), a land of milk and honey could scarce compare. Even at five past six, as Bryce and I once more passed our canteen on the way home, the sight of SIMC contestants lining up for their dinner drew us as moths to the flame of our tortured self-destruction.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;A reprieve came on Friday, where lunch was actually Real Food for once, and even the vegetarian alternative was a pile of Real Food that the misanthropic Nicholas Chiam could momentarily groan "Not fair" at. A pity that Shoun, who worked so hard in the early days of the gastronomical movement, was not there to enjoy our small victory, but his activist-in-arms, Bryce, who also led the call for Real Food on Tuesday, returning from Biopolis where he had had a lunch of chicken-and-pork rice, literally tasted success when late in the afternoon, having gotten word of our triumph, grabbed Mr. Valles's staff card and ran down to the staffroom pantry for one of the few remaining boxes; obviously the promise of Real Food can miraculously cure sprained ankles.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;It remains to be seen if the conservative authorities will truly give in to our demands, though that is highly unlikely. At present, with the SIMC concluding soon, there is only one desperate strategy which we can count on: a guerrilla attack on participants' breakfast at the concourse, and then a hasty retreat to resume plotting for next year's SIMC. Yet the fact remains that this activist movement demanding our rights, as possibly-sane human beings, to consume Real Food or at least be given more chances to steal it from its rightful mathematical beneficiaries. The campaign for Real Food has been one factor which has united the Year 3 student journalists where teasing ("Ada sucks." "Whose, Shoun, yours?"), taunting ("Zong Xuan!" "Bryce!" "Evil!" "Nyehnyeh!"), and physical altercations ("What the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt;, Shoun?!!", an almost universal phrase by now) have failed. A votre santé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Note to all: the above is satire. Most probably satire. No offence, in any case, is intended to be directed toward anyone. Any lawsuits brought against me will be laughed at. If you have a problem with the, er, exposé, tell me &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;nicely&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;SIMC's finally over! *heaves sigh of relief* Although it was tiring, rushing articles and running round the school interviewing people, it was quite fun actually. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marked the end of the SIMC; this week marks the end of school! YAY!!! XD! Happy holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elza's thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If (:            =      smiling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:           =        double chin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:         =          tumour!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2772491027966281382?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2772491027966281382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2772491027966281382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2772491027966281382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2772491027966281382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-out-this-article-written-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-874359340754446461</id><published>2008-05-23T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:39:40.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is able, more than able...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                             to accomplish what concerns me today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is able, more than able...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                            to handle anything that comes my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is able, more than able...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                           to do much more than I could every dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is able, more than able...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                     to make me what He wants me to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-874359340754446461?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/874359340754446461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=874359340754446461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/874359340754446461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/874359340754446461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-is-able-more-than-able.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3853438796199075825</id><published>2008-05-02T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:24:17.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yay! Exams are over! =D! HAPPY! H-A-P-PY!!! XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday when Speech Day was about to end, I was asked to run a SECRET errand. I was putting my Lit CR into the pigeon hole when Ms Mazni asked me to follow her into one of the HOD rooms. It was rather secretive, rather hush-hush... ... ... XD! Wah... it felt like some secret spy mission. =P! It turned out that she and Mr Jerry Siah wanted to give Mrs Phang a bouquet of flowers. XD! So sweet! (Mrs Phang &amp;amp; Prof Lai came back that day.) It went something like this (I think lar, =P):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Mazni (excited): Help us to hand this to Mrs Phang, ok? Don't tell her it's from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jerry Siah: Aiya, but she can tell from the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Mazni: Aiyaaa... then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jerry Siah: I know. Tell her its from a seeeeecretttttttttttttt admirerrrrrrrrrrrrrr ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD! Anything I brought the bouquet up to the concourse and presented it to Mrs Phang. (Ms Mazni and Mr Jerry Siah accompanied me up the concourse but hid in a lil' corner. Ha! Ha! XD!) It was a pretty big but pretty bouquet with the predominant scent of fragrant white lilies... ... ... Mrs Phang was talking to 3 councilors and when she saw the bouquet, her expression was like "WOOOWWW!!!" XD! They all laughed when I told her that it was from her secret admirers. She was pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I missed out getting a balloon for my enoki mushroom or Evin. Maybe next time. =) *wink*  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3853438796199075825?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3853438796199075825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3853438796199075825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3853438796199075825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3853438796199075825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-exams-are-over-d-happy-h-p-py-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5148859330514967347</id><published>2008-04-18T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:35:43.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In Journalism Club, now, typing this ... *yawns* tired... And to think that I'm involved in SIMC... homework... homework... *yawnsss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO!! I'M ALSO BLOGGING -siying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-5148859330514967347?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/5148859330514967347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=5148859330514967347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5148859330514967347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5148859330514967347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-journalism-club-now-typing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3339394701329150335</id><published>2008-04-12T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:58:30.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our neighbour STRUCK LOTTERY !!!  $.$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have invited us to a buffet dinner held just outside our home!!! Yummy!!! =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3339394701329150335?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3339394701329150335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3339394701329150335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3339394701329150335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3339394701329150335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-neighbour-struck-lottery.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-4462334838882649761</id><published>2008-04-11T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:18:48.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pressure...pressure... hear it sizzzleeee... ... Mr Valles dropped a bombshell on me today. I'm in charge of writing the principal's opening address at the SIMC!!! SIMC = Singapore INTERNATIONAL Mathematical Challenge!!! This means students from all over the world, many important people, including FOREIGN DELEGATES will be there!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!! !!! !!! Pressure... pressure... My goodness, such a great responsibility! *sighs* Hope I can do a good job! (Though it will definitely be funny to include some Winston Churchill quote like, " We are all worms. But I believe I am a glow-worm." But of course, I won't put something so scandalous like that down! XD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-4462334838882649761?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/4462334838882649761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=4462334838882649761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4462334838882649761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4462334838882649761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/04/pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7901383805126095507</id><published>2008-04-08T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:07:53.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something interesting happened today! Someone emailed me an invitation to her engagement party! She even attached a wedding photo! =O Wow! Maybe I am some long-lost relative of hers! XD! Maybe I should grace her wedding with my presence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XD! I wish her conjugal bliss! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7901383805126095507?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7901383805126095507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7901383805126095507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7901383805126095507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7901383805126095507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-interesting-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2693225675771496210</id><published>2008-03-28T14:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:41:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi! im in journalism now =) hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo! its friday! it means that monday is coming in 2-3 days time and ... MONDAY BLUES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;OK, that was typed by Adeline. This week was a breeze. Had expected it to be a torture but thankfully, it wasn't ! =D! *sighs* Exams drawing nearer. Exactly ONE month later &gt;.&lt;  *sighs* yao4 jia1 you2!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We have a special guest for Journalism today. A special uninvited guest --  ADELINE!!! If Xinyuan joins us, then our little M07204 girls group will be complete. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I thought that it was kind of sweet for Ms Li, our M08309 mentor to get the whole class to sit together for a meal in the canteen! =D! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aiya, don't really know what to post. I wanna post something but I can't think of anything. =(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So I guess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I should just end this post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;with a poem I've come across in Chicken Soup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The red rose whispers of passion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And the white rose breathes of love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O, the red rose is a falcon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And the white rose is a dove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But I send you a cream-white rosebud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;With a flush on its petal tips;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For the love that is purest and sweetest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Has a kiss of desire on the lips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~ End of post~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2693225675771496210?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2693225675771496210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2693225675771496210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2693225675771496210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2693225675771496210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-im-in-journalism-now-hahahaha-boohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3468846281010900585</id><published>2008-03-05T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:27:21.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had Bio practical today and had to hear our heart beat and measure our blood pressure. The listening-to-heart-rate part was kind of awkward (for a girl) to carry out in class, especially in front of the boys. (Come on, you know where the heart is located, right?) But getting a reading of my arterial blood pressure was worse. My upper arm had to be vasoconstricted 6 times because I just couldn't get my blood pressure reading! *sighs* I kept redoing it because I got 158/0 mmHg which is IMPOSSIBLE for a person with normal blood pressure. Oh dear, don't tell me that I'm abnormaI?!! But even 158/0 mmHg is way tooooooo abnormal to be called abnormal! *sighs* But then subsequent attempts at blood pressure reading gave me 0/0 mmHg which is even WORSE!!! But it can't be possible because I have a heart, ok? XD! But then again, I didn't know that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sphygmomanometer could squeeze my arm soooooooooooooooo... tight. *sighsssss* And to think that i imposed self-torture for nothing... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came across this poetic dialouge between 2 persons while surfing YouTube. It was actually part of the comments section. It is one of the most beautiful dialouge I've ever come across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cold stones on an island shore embark,&lt;br /&gt;To share ideals, to ignote a spark...&lt;br /&gt;True every rose doth wear its thorns with pride,&lt;br /&gt;Yet in thy garden of delight not even a bud hath cried...&lt;br /&gt;Morning dew in my garden resides,&lt;br /&gt;Like thousands of drops in an ocean divides...&lt;br /&gt;Of promise of light of a lonely stone's plight,&lt;br /&gt;What more doubts can this aching heart portray,&lt;br /&gt;Than those oft-mirrored in your vision astray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If t' weren't for bless'd solitude, who d' know togetherness&lt;br /&gt;If t' weren't for hardened feelings, who d' know tenderness&lt;br /&gt;'Poett' even in isolation, there is relief to be found&lt;br /&gt;'Poett', even in togetherness, there is grief profound.&lt;br /&gt;T'is the Glory of the Lord, where there is grief is He,&lt;br /&gt;E'ery relief has pain n' e'ery pain relief, t'is His decree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our aching hearts rise, above our fears may&lt;br /&gt;To meet the silver lining, to see another day&lt;br /&gt;'Poett' t'is is a wondrous feeling, in silence there is sound,&lt;br /&gt;'Poett' t'is not a beggar's wish, that he a King be crowned?&lt;br /&gt;Searching wavering souls we are, from pain we cannot hide;&lt;br /&gt;If then ever desperation cometh, who will stem the tide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou may think, thy true sentiments&lt;br /&gt;Hold my salvation not, only doubt immense&lt;br /&gt;Write on 'Poett' thou hath no pretence&lt;br /&gt;Else, where will I find this affluence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred apologies I have rehearsed in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Unsaid thoughts followed by unwritten rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Yet not in one of them will solace you find...&lt;br /&gt;One life to live; don't we all live like mimes...&lt;br /&gt;A word unspoken a mem'ry forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;An embrace withdrawn; sweet agony flows by dragging time along...&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats not within me now,&lt;br /&gt;Forever I remain in you sentiments shadow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solace maybe from heavenly bliss&lt;br /&gt;Or from wishes that are gravely amiss&lt;br /&gt;It may be from fires unkempt born,&lt;br /&gt;Does not a rose, a thorn adorn?&lt;br /&gt;My pains, my desires, my lonely fates&lt;br /&gt;My feet that tread on dire straits&lt;br /&gt;Are non but comfort, non but life&lt;br /&gt;To me, but to others, a bewildering strife.&lt;br /&gt;'Poett' thy words are my door to a new sight&lt;br /&gt;Another promise, another light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If with you I share a passing glance,&lt;br /&gt;One last step one final dance...&lt;br /&gt;I will play a song that will never end,&lt;br /&gt;fir it's only in dreams that we can pretend...&lt;br /&gt;life is a mystery that has always been,&lt;br /&gt;In death I find an answer to this misery I have seen...&lt;br /&gt;To the heaven green I will take you today,&lt;br /&gt;In my arms forever I will hold you no dismay... NEVER with my heart dear Lord let another PLAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visage is now of light so pure&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the tales of skies azure&lt;br /&gt;Of bygone moments of crystal dreas&lt;br /&gt;Of solace in tear-filled streams.&lt;br /&gt;Now at peace is my heart again,&lt;br /&gt;no melancholy, no regret, no disdain;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace my soul, embrace my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Let my spirit flow in Thy ethereal art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3468846281010900585?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3468846281010900585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3468846281010900585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3468846281010900585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3468846281010900585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-had-bio-practical-today-and-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8952249313693050336</id><published>2008-03-02T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:30:25.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*~My Faith Looks Up To Thee~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="lyrics"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My faith looks up to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine!&lt;br /&gt;Now hear me while I pray, take all my guilt away,&lt;br /&gt;O let me from this day be wholly Thine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May Thy rich grace impart&lt;br /&gt;Strength to my fainting heart, my zeal inspire!&lt;br /&gt;As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Pure warm, and changeless be, a living fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While life’s dark maze I tread,&lt;br /&gt;And griefs around me spread, be Thou my Guide;&lt;br /&gt;Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow’s tears away,&lt;br /&gt;Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8952249313693050336?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8952249313693050336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8952249313693050336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8952249313693050336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8952249313693050336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-faith-looks-up-to-thee-my-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5264112786542951108</id><published>2008-02-22T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:40:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quote of the Day: "God's last name is not 'Dammit'."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~Author Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;309 is seriously more... uncouth than 204. I heard Cheryl saying the f*** word once unintentionally but at least she had the deceny to cover her mouth. Ahmed keeps has said at least 5 times of that word and just today, some boys including Zhong Xuan and Tian Lu were writing that word on the whiteboard in the form of some chemical equation (and it was SOOOOO glaringly obvious at first glance what it was). Anyway, I took a picture of it with my handphone camera, I'm not sure if I should tell Ms Li or not. I don't understand why teens are so obsessed with such profanities/vulgarities. Is it because of the social culture? Do they have to use such language to get accepted into cliques in school? I wonder if they know what it means when they use such words. It's not a matter of having freedom of speech. It's a matter of how one's moral standards is reflected in one's actions and speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(69, 57, 43);"&gt;"There &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style=""&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; ways to &lt;span style=""&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;use My &lt;span style=""&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unbe&lt;span style=""&gt;liev&lt;/span&gt;ers use &lt;span style=""&gt;curs&lt;/span&gt;es to &lt;span style=""&gt;blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then that '&lt;span style=""&gt;hol&lt;/span&gt;ier' &lt;span style=""&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Those who &lt;span style=""&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; that their &lt;span style=""&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shouts of '&lt;span style=""&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, Lord' will &lt;span style=""&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; them some &lt;span style=""&gt;fame."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; here's a nice poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*~.:Evening Solace:.~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The human heart has hidden treasures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In secret kept, in silence sealed;­&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;he thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Whose charms were broken if revealed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And days may pass in gay confusion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And nights in rosy riot fly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The memory of the Past may die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But, there are hours of lonely musing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Such as in evening silence come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When, soft as birds their pinions closing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The heart's best feelings gather home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then in our souls there seems to languish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A tender grief that is not woe; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now cause but some mild tears to flow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And feelings, once as strong as passions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Float softly back­a faded dream; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The tale of others' sufferings seem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How longs it for that time to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When, through the mist of years receding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Its woes but live in reverie ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;On evening shade and loneliness; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Feel no untold and strange distress­ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Only a deeper impulse given &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;By lonely hour and darkened room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Seeking a life and world to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~Charlotte Bronte &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/34982316-5264112786542951108?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/5264112786542951108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=5264112786542951108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your April Fool's Day Prank Should Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/prank-9.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Switching the Ladies' Room to the Mens' Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What April Fool's Prank Should You Play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3282544651808960715?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3282544651808960715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haven't been blogging for quite a while, so here's a post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was fetching me to school as usual (with my little church brother sitting at the back) on Thursday. He was driving when he suddenly asked me, "Today is Valentine's Day, you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? Is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father: "Yeah, so give me flowers, ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*sighs* The cheek of him... might as well ask my mother, he's asking the wrong person... -_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Give flowers for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father: "Aiya, just give me a flower, lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok, I go roadside pick one for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year's Valentine's Day was different from the previous years. I actually got presents and among them was a long-stemmed rose. (*sighs* Valentine's Day is getting so much more and more commercialized such that it degrades the true meaning of love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after getting home, I kept the rose in the fridge and took out my father's guitar for standby. At the first sound of keys, I whipped out my rose, held it between my teeth, went down on one knee and strummed my father's big brown guitar in a gung-ho way in front of the door. (Sadly, I don't know how to play the guitar, so I must have made quite a ruckus then! XD!) Anyway, he was at shocked at first. (You usually don't return from work and have a Valentine's Day greeting from your daughter grinning cheesily at you with a long-stemmed rose between her teeth, and strumming your guitar to the best of her ability on one knee, do you? XD!) Anyway he smiled! XD! (agent Elza, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!) Yay !!! =D! I stopped playing the guitar soon after he stepped into the house (I didn't want the neighbours complaining to the police of the cacophony I was making) and gave him the rose. (So sweet of me, eh? XD!) After a few heartbreaking rejections *sobs*, and some cajoling from my mother, he finally accepted it! (He looked a bit uneasy, maybe this is the first time he's accepted a rose from a girl! HA! HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Valentine's Day, I had a lot of amusement hearing my family guess where I got the rose, chocolates, sweets and folded hearts from. But I won't tell them yet *wink wink*, let me have some more fun hearing them guess! XD! (P.S. I don't have any boyfriend and I am not interested in any boys in my school, so readers reading this post, 请不要想歪！)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from Si Ying that her dad gave her mum a hug in the morning. XD! So sweet. I think I should get my dad to do the same thing or ask him to hold the rose between his teeth and have a tango dance with my mother, that should eliminate his paunch, and I will play the piano. Just don't let me play the guitar again. It will sound horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I wish hopeless romantics, young sweethearts, mummies and daddies, grandfathers and grandmothers, ah sohs and ah peis, ah huis and ah guas, ah bengs and ah lians, a belated happy Valentine's Day!!! =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-814892904068815062?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/814892904068815062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=814892904068815062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/814892904068815062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/814892904068815062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/02/havent-been-blogging-for-quite-while-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-6882607413567560350</id><published>2008-02-01T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:54:00.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Blogging during Journalism! We're going to interview Dr Hang one day before Valentine Day and we still have to complete our survey on the canteen food. *sighs* On top of that, there's so many homework assignments, worksheets, exercises, quizzes and tests... Argh! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, I went to view our M07204 classroom on the 5th floor for the first time ever since we became Year Threes. It was kinda unfamiliar; the windows have changed and so have the seating arrangements. But I still recognised the walls though, they were still green. XD ! That is the only testament of M07204's existence that remains. Even the class blog is dead. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I took a walk in our beloved ex-classroom. In this lonely silence, looking at things that are not here any longer, there was this feeling of nostalgia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Precious memories, unseen angels,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;sent from somewhere to my soul...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;How they linger, ever near me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;as the sacred past unfolds...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Precious memories, how they linger!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;How they ever flood my soul!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;In the stillness... of the midnight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;precious, sacred scenes unfold...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-6882607413567560350?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/6882607413567560350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=6882607413567560350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6882607413567560350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6882607413567560350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogging-during-journalism-were-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-6726778251495782539</id><published>2008-01-30T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:14:24.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Recipe For Elza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part Enchantment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limit yourself to one serving. This cocktail is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-6726778251495782539?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/6726778251495782539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=6726778251495782539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6726778251495782539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6726778251495782539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/01/recipe-for-elza-3-parts-sensitivity-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7243102943508523284</id><published>2008-01-18T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:16:48.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss those good old 204 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The leaves of memory seem to make a mournful rustling in the dark. I remember of those days, in the thickening mists of time. I remember the fun, the joy, the laughter and the tears. Although I'm doing fine in my new class, there's still a sense of belonging to 204. Somehow, I feel like I still belong to 204 instead of 309 (maybe the fact that I'm in a new class hasn't kicked in yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something intrinsic about 204. Although 309 is unique in their own way (you know the funny nonsense Tian Lu and Winston can sprout), 204 is S-P-E-C-I-A-L!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are special, don't you agree? Even during those 2 years when we were a class, we were especially well-known to teachers (maybe because of our marks-bargaining skills, rowdiness, etc). Heh! XD! But then again, we have also have our own special talent for pioneering stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you still remember the lantern making competition in Year 1? Not only did we revamp the traditional Chinese lantern into our very own funeral lantern, later on, we also had a funeral song which we dedicated to Mr (I mean Dr) Tang! XD! We also pioneered a brand new way of playing table tennis! My, it was SOOOOOOOO FUN!!! *sighs* I miss those days. I miss how we bet when Mr Imbufe will start his lesson, I miss those breaks/lunches when the girls squeezed together at the round table. I missed those times when we played hangman, the number game and Truth or Dare. I missed those outrageous dares, silly jokes and insane laughter. Somehow, it's not lively as it used to be... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bradford's 24/7 singing of High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bryce and Tai Yu arm-wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing the dots game and the 204 style table tennis.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Xinyuan and her drawings of the 12 superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss laughing with Tricia.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having 'gossip sessions' with Si Ying, Adeline and Xinyuan. =P!&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 'happy couple' that got separated into different classes (YQ and Shoun).&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 7 girls being together. (Something has changed, don't you think?)&lt;br /&gt;I miss our GREEN classroom, the one which won the 'Best Decorated Class' award. (Oooh, I'm still so proud of our achievement! =D!)&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kevin playing with his graphing calc and how the trio (Marc, Xingyu and Zawadul) will chase one another around the class.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those delightfully long talking sessions, talking while sipping coffee at the round table (like the one I had with Germ, Timothy and Terry).&lt;br /&gt;I miss sliding down the handrails just for the thrill of it. =P!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my FPS group, every FPS session was always full of laughter. (I think we made a great team too! =D!)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the whole class gathering at the same place before assembly.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS 204!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how close we were together. The best gifts that I've received from being in the same class with you guys for 2 years are the memories that we've created together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember YQ's quote: I always knew looking back on those tears would make me laugh but I never knew looking back on those laughs would make me cry. How true it is! *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those good old 204 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7243102943508523284?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7243102943508523284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7243102943508523284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7243102943508523284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7243102943508523284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-those-good-old-204-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-868238466009015932</id><published>2007-10-30T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:47:36.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heh...playing Neopets now! XD! I actually thought I had 2 petpetpets (a pet of a pet's pet), they are Tencals. Turns out that they are actually petpets. *sighs* I got them from a meteor that crashed. They really look ugly, those purple creatures with their eyes on stalks, grinning and showing off their horrible case of overcrowded, jagged teeth...argh... Their description says that although these little petpets may look fierce, they are actually quite lovable. ARGH! Anyway, my brother and I had been trying to get some nice backgrounds for our Uni. He was so happy that the Pirate Uni Earring could be removed from our pet, it makes our Uni look more dignified and imposing, don't you think? We kept refreshing the page at the Neopian Second-Hand Shoppe but we kept getting dung and lots of dung. Argh! I told my brother that I'll be dreaming of dung when we go to sleep tonight. And he kept singing, "More dung! More DUNG!" ARGH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw more dung. ARGH !!! Then my brother said that it would be nice to have a starry night background (I'm not even sure if it exists, though) and I said that I'm already seeing *STARS* from seeing SOOOOOOOOOO many dung. Then my brother started singing his own dung version of "Starry Starry Night". It went something like this, " Dungy dungy nightieeee... ... ... paint your toilet blue and grey... look out on a shitty day... with eyes that know the faeces in your soul... dung piles on the hill... fertilize the daffodils... smell the stench in your nostrils... in colours of the bleak and stinky land... ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks, I know. Applaud my brother for his flash of pure genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this dirty blog post, I felt like blogging but didn't know what to blog on. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-868238466009015932?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/868238466009015932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=868238466009015932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/868238466009015932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/868238466009015932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/10/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7875339723524822803</id><published>2007-10-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:51:08.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;M07204 just had our last ever lesson on Thursday. I think that 'Werewolf' game which we played was fun and funny! XD!!! I made (almost) every teacher which had taught us a metal flower bookmark. =D ! It's rather sad that because of projects, homework, tests, quizzes and exams, we don't really get to spend/enjoy time together. We don't even have time to reminisce those good old days as we have to prepare ourselves for the year end exams. *sighs* Better get back to studying now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7875339723524822803?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7875339723524822803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7875339723524822803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7875339723524822803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7875339723524822803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/10/m07204-just-had-our-last-ever-lesson-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5895323358249306969</id><published>2007-10-24T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:52:11.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week started with Monday and subsequent days having a lovely weather. It wasn't bright and sunny but cool and cloudy. Heh... nice weather keeps me in a rather happy and idyllic mood... ahhh *sighs contentedly* Anyway, during our Maths lesson on Monday, Mr Yee was going through the Trapezium Rule with the class. Our whole group felt kinda sleepy and I feeling woozy, not looking at the whiteboard but at the table when suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yee: "Elza!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (shocked and still dazed) &lt;/span&gt;" Err... Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yee: "What is 'h' ?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(at a loss for words, still dazed) &lt;/span&gt;"Err...'h' ah..."&lt;br /&gt;Bryce:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (speaking under his breath)&lt;/span&gt; " 6.63 times 10 to the power of minus 34... 6.63 times 10 to the power of minus 34..."&lt;br /&gt;Elza: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(still dazed but happy because I thought that it really was the answer)&lt;/span&gt; "6.63!"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yee: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wasn't reprimanded by him. He just went back to teaching rather expressionlessly. Heng! =P Xinyuan said that maybe he didn't hear it. However, Joanna who was sitting somewhere in front actually heard it, oh oh. =(   The thing is that, I took quite a while to realize what exactly I had said. *sighs* Slow... Anyway on Tuesday we presented our Physics project! We had actually planned to include our "Thank you!" page and thank people who had helped us in one way or another. However due to time constraints, we didn't present that slide. Anyway, it goes something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Yu for so kindly helping us in getting the sand,&lt;br /&gt;Joanna for you so kindly lending us your black marker,&lt;br /&gt;Physics Lab Tech for liaising with other Lab Techs, helping us to make arrangements,&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Lab Tech for the tray to store our balls and for using the Analytical Balance,&lt;br /&gt;Biology Lab Techs for lending us the lab so that we can use 2 water baths and also for the sweets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally for MS LIM who have so graciously extended our project deadline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we presented our measuring instrument, Ms Lim wanted so see the balls of our Galileo Thermometer sink, so I went down to the Physics Lab to heat up our instrument. As it was heating up to about 40 to 50 degree Celsius, I heard some cracking noises. But I dismissed it as nothing and continued my personal sauna there, (making use of the huge amount of steam generated by the water bath) while watching/monitoring the water cum balls in the instrument. Later when the temperature of the water bath was at 80 degree Celsius plus (whoaaa, very hot you know), Adeline and Xinyuan came down to take a look. We decided to add some water from the water bath into the glass cylinder to increase the temperature of the water in the Galileo thermometer quickly so as to see if any more balls would sink. Every time we added some more water, the water level in our Galileo thermometer sank drastically, we were so amazed how water evaporated that quickly. But then Adeline wondered if there was actually a hole in the glass cylinder since the water level in the glass cylinder always sank to the same water level in the water bath. Armed with a rag, she was lifting the glass cylinder out of the water bath when with a loud 'clang', the bottom of our glass cylinder dropped off! We were all SHOCKED!!! But we saw the funny side of it and started laughing! XD!!! Anyway, Ms Lim was kind enough to allow us to get a new cylinder after exams! =D! Later on during our Geog lesson, we had an interactive pop quiz! And my group won! YAY!!! So proud of Xinyuan and Bryce! =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, I worked for 3 hours, earning only a miserable salary of 20 cents per hour *sighs* and spent it all on a single cup of coffee (which was actually too thin and too sweet). But anyway, we spent a lovely time chatting in the canteen today while sipping my cup of coffee. Mmmm... Later today, my father fetched me to the Botanic Gardens to have a meal together. It's been ages since we had our father-&amp;amp;-daughter meal together! =D! Especially in this sort of cool and not-so-bright weather, it's really nice to take a stroll in Botanic Gardens. Something really coincidental happened! We actually met my uncle while having our meal there! So we chatted over a meal together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XD! Isn't it a lovely day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-5895323358249306969?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/5895323358249306969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=5895323358249306969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5895323358249306969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5895323358249306969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-week-started-with-monday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1398321868088048553</id><published>2007-10-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:08:46.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH MY GOODNESS !!! I'll be delivering my speech in less than 24 hours!!! About 10 hours, 49 minutes and 35 seconds more to go!!! Generally, other people will feel nervous, but for me, it seems like I'm excited. XD!!! Aiyo... it's going to be my turn already! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!! Very excited. =D! I'll be practicing with my brother + his teddy bear + my teddy bear as my audience! Hope everything goes well tomorrow, our speech, our Chinese presentation and our Physics project !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1398321868088048553?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1398321868088048553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1398321868088048553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1398321868088048553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1398321868088048553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my-goodness-ill-be-delivering-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-912046365422241541</id><published>2007-10-12T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:58:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blogging during Journalism again. Feeling kind of woozy now. Just realized that my blog is REALLY FULL of blogthings! My stomach still feels kind of funny and I'm kind of tired. Today I was supposed to give a speech but because I didn't eat earlier during break, I suffered (am suffering) from gastric. It got worse when it got to my turn, probably because I started feeling nervous. Aiya... tired... tired... Later we practiced our Chinese skit. I am to be the boy, Xinyuan is to be the girl, Si Ying and Adeline are friends in school, the girl's mother and the principal. Being a boy felt weird, especially when you have to act that you and a girl are in love. YUCKS!!! But for the sake of acting... I'll be wearing long pants on the actual day, have headphones over my ears and put a cap over my bun (because no boy has a bun in school). We actually rehearsed a lot yesterday, I had to shake my head like crazy in both the opening and ending scenes until I'm currently suffering from a mild headache. *sighs* My stomach seems to be kind of restless now, not sure if I'll vomit or not. We'll be having a long week ahead of us, chemistry quiz, Chinese skit, English speech, Math test, IS project, Physics project, Geog assignment, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Think I'm having a slight fever now... *sighs* Just soooooo tired now. *sighs* Better edit articles now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-912046365422241541?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/912046365422241541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=912046365422241541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/912046365422241541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/912046365422241541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogging-during-journalism-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2106202805120962915</id><published>2007-09-29T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:18:44.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Ring Finger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are romantic, expressive, and hopeful. You see the best in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very artistic, and you see the world as your canvas. You are also drawn to the written word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventive and unique, you are often away in your own inner world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Index Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2106202805120962915?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2106202805120962915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2106202805120962915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2106202805120962915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2106202805120962915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-ring-finger-you-are-romantic.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3520102349775105252</id><published>2007-09-29T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:18:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 61% Feminine, 39% Masculine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with your feminine side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive, intuitive, and caring are all words that describe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're just masculine enough to relate to both men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/"&gt;Are You Masculine or Feminine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3520102349775105252?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3520102349775105252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3520102349775105252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3520102349775105252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3520102349775105252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-61-feminine-39-masculine-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-694115369771759456</id><published>2007-09-29T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:18:15.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Quirk Factor: 71%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/quirky-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Quirky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-694115369771759456?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/694115369771759456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=694115369771759456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/694115369771759456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/694115369771759456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-quirk-factor-71-youre-so-quirky.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7375180710265040410</id><published>2007-09-27T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:05:15.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner European is Italian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/italian.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate and colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show the world what culture really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7375180710265040410?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7375180710265040410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7375180710265040410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7375180710265040410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7375180710265040410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-inner-european-is-italian.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-4431374242202514200</id><published>2007-09-27T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:01:15.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#31E4FF" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Superhero Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94F1FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superhero Name is The Warrior Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superpower is Psychic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness is Color Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weapon is Your Lunar Stinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mode of Transportation is Cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-4431374242202514200?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/4431374242202514200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=4431374242202514200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4431374242202514200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4431374242202514200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-superhero-profile-your-superhero.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8995700915944367291</id><published>2007-09-27T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:00:54.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Cherry Garcia Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/cherry-garcia.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the coolest cat around, but too laid back to let it get to your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8995700915944367291?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8995700915944367291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8995700915944367291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8995700915944367291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8995700915944367291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-cherry-garcia-ice-cream-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1509598878217028826</id><published>2007-09-22T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:37:41.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Scissors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/scissors.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp and brilliant, you can solve almost any problem with that big brain of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People fear your cutting comments - and your wit is famous for being both funny and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, you tend to be in the middle of an emotional storm. Your own complexity disturbs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too smart for your own good. Slow down a little - or you're likely to hurt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can cut a paper person down to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who can ruin you is a rock person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fight: You find your enemy's weak point and exploit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone makes you mad: You'll do everything you can to destroy their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/"&gt;Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1509598878217028826?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1509598878217028826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1509598878217028826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1509598878217028826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1509598878217028826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-scissors-sharp-and-brilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-4190191504846972812</id><published>2007-09-22T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:35:25.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Play the Piano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/piano.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true music aficionado who loves many musical style and eras.&lt;br /&gt;You find music to be an escape. And you'd like to be relaxed and comfortable when you're making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very innovative, and you have a unique way of knowing what may sound beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;There's a strong possibility that you could compose some of your own work songs quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you have a lot of creative energy, you are also serious and conscientious.&lt;br /&gt;Your musical talent needs time, practice, and lots of privacy to flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic:  your painstaking attention to detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: your natural tendency to be whimsical&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-4190191504846972812?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/4190191504846972812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=4190191504846972812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4190191504846972812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4190191504846972812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-should-play-piano-you-are-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-6869345085265077170</id><published>2007-09-21T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:05:29.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Visionary Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/visionary-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You have great vision and can be very insightful.In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-6869345085265077170?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/6869345085265077170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today Bryce sent me the song, "If We Hold On Together" by Diana Ross. It was actually from a cartoon entitled, "The Land Before Time". I last heard it in NUS High last year when Ms Florence Lee asked the whole school to link light sticks in the dark auditorium while this song was playing. I've actually heard this song in primary school before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~~~If We Hold On Together~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't lose your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With each passing day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've come so far, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't throw it away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Live believing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dreams are for weaving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wonders are waiting to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Live your story, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Faith, hope &amp;amp; glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hold to the truth in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             If we hold on together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             I know our dreams will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             Dreams see us through to forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             Where clouds roll by, for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Souls in the wind must learn how to bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Seek out a star, hold on till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Valley, mountain, there is a fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Washes our tears all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Worlds are swaying, someone is praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Please let them come home to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             If we hold on together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             I know our dreams will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Dreams see us through to forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Where clouds roll by, for you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             When we are out there in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             We'll dream about the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             In the dark, we'll feel the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Warm our hearts … Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             If we hold on together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             I know our dreams will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             Dreams see us through to forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             As high as souls can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;             The clouds roll by, for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our form teacher played this song one day during an English lesson and she asked us to try to write down the lyrics to this song and that the 3 groups with the least mistakes will win some points. These points will then be accumulated and the group with the highest points at the end of each term will get rewarded with stuff like stationery or Ferrero Rocher ! (I bet those in our FPS team are getting sick of it ! =P )&lt;br /&gt;This brings something to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last year in primary school, every group in our class had to act out a skit based on one of Roald Dahl's short stories and those stories are supposed to have a twist at the ending. Our group, comprising of 4 people, chose to work on "The Landlady". It starts with a young man just arriving in London. While walking to the hotel being recommended to him, he happens to pass by an inn or motel (can't remember), sees how cheap the lodging is and decides to stay there. The only occupant there is a landlady and a dog/puppy and a bird at the fireplace. The next day, while sipping tea, he has a chat with the landlady. He sees her as affectionate but a little weird. He then looks through the guestbook and discovers that he is only the third guest so far. Something stirs in his memory after seeing the names of the above two guests. He wonders if he has heard/read about them in the news. The ever-smiling landlady mentions that one of the earlier guests had no blemish on his body. This kind of shocked the young man. He soon realizes that the dog/puppy and bird at the fireplace are stuffed ! The tea he was drinking tasted of bitter almonds... Well, I guess you know how the story ends, the young man died of potassium cyanide, poisoned by the landlady. The landlady is actually a taxidermist (one who stuffs/mounts animals for display/study) and other than stuffing her dog and bird, she has also stuffed the previous two guests which came to stay at her inn/motel. Kind of creepy, ah? Anyway, since there were 2 boys and 2 girls in our group, the girls became the narrators while the boys acted out the skit. I really have to take my hat off to the 2 boys for being so sporting, especially the one who had to act as the landlady. On the actual day, he actually brought along his mother's makeup kit, stiletto shoes, scarf and V-necked dress ! XD !!! XD !!! XD !!! Other props include some gluey red stuff supposed to be the 'blood' when the young man chokes/splutters to death, coke as the poisoned tea, a dainty porcelain teacup and tea pot, some 'Prickly Heat' white powder to apply on face of the actor acting as the young man to show that he's dead and also stuffed toys (a dog and a bird). So, the boy acting as the landlady had to dress in his mother's stuff (including makeup which I helped him put on) and speak in a falsetto voice. *chuckles* I guess the climax of the whole skit was when the boy acting as the young man began to choke/splutter and spit out 'blood', then 'faint' onto the ground where the boy acting as the landlady will drag him across the classroom and stuff him into the closet at the back of the class. Guess what ? Our group was ranked the highest among all the groups in class ! *sighs contentedly*  Soooooo proud ! =D ! XD !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1995535609913939454?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1995535609913939454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1995535609913939454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1995535609913939454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1995535609913939454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-bryce-sent-me-song-if-we-hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-578504569650114107</id><published>2007-09-13T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:27:43.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a fun and funny day ! XD ! HA HA ! The whole class played sweets. =D It was scary and funny at the same time ! The things is that I'm not good at cheating so there came a point of time when I had to either cheat or to be an honest person (which means getting all the sweets and suffering from tooth decay). Anyway, I decided to be an honest person and lo and behold ! I caught Germaine cheating ! And so she got the whole pack of sweets. HA HA ! Na-na-dee-poo-poo ! =P ! We are lucky not to be caught playing with sweets by *ahem* (because the sweets will probably be lusted after and then taken away). =P Hope that we'll have such fun again ! =D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-578504569650114107?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/578504569650114107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=578504569650114107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/578504569650114107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/578504569650114107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-fun-and-funny-day-xd-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2113261408436640221</id><published>2007-09-12T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:17:25.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today started off on a not-very-nice note. After some mentoring talk about exercising to reduce stress, the whole class headed to the mentor classroom to have our seating shuffled. Mr Tang (Dr Tang I mean!) got YQ and Shoun to divorce... so sad, XD! But Xinyuan was the most poor thing of all, getting allocated to the most anti-girl-friendly group comprising of Xin Yu, Rion, Shoun and Bradford (even though they may not know it). *sighs* Xin Yu digs his nose (yes, I've seen him doing that before when I was sitting with Kevin, Marc and him) and doesn't pay attention in class. Rion is capable of slacking (but can be helpful) but is not as girl-friendly as Wei Jin (actually Wei Jin should be a girl, it'll suit his personality better). Shoun is a typical gepomycota, all brains but totally anti-girl-friendly unless he's known you for a period of time and be less anti-girl-friendly. Bradford is gay (according to Tricia) but one thing I know for sure is that he's currently C-R-A-Z-Y over High School Musical and Hairspray. *sighssssssss* He keeps singing songs (from High School Musical especially) and keeps tapping/beating you to ask you to hear him. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!! Can't take it ! That probably explains why Xinyuan was so upset. ='(   *sighs*   But thankfully Tricia agreed to swop place with Xinyuan and now everyone is H-A-P-P-Y !!! Xinyuan was really upset, poor thing ! I ran out of tissues so I offered her my handkerchief but the innovative Xinyuan used toilet paper instead ! Adeline, Si Ying and I waited for her in the toilet, I offered her a hug ! That was a very touching scene ! *sighs contentedly* She's gotten over it now and we had a mini water-fight in the toilet some more ! =D ! We also got back our Bio exam scripts today after that ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE FPS skit. That was very embarrassing ! Even the boys wanted to hide themselves in the toilet ! XD !!! Anyway, we (the girls) passed ! And I got another hug from Xinyuan and one from Adeline ! =D   Isn't it a happy day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2113261408436640221?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2113261408436640221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2113261408436640221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2113261408436640221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2113261408436640221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-started-off-on-not-very-nice-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8920949362248648013</id><published>2007-09-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:45:19.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Roller Coaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/rollercoaster.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live for excitement, adventure, and the most intense of thrills.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is better than feeling you're truly alive, and you're willing to take risks to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, people often feel a bit nervous about what they're getting into...&lt;br /&gt;But generally, everyone enjoys the wild ride you take them on. Unless they stay with you too long - then they're apt to feel a bit nauseous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life has more low points and high points than most people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay - you love them. You figure that a smooth ride is boring!&lt;br /&gt;Besides, you know that super high highs only come from knowing super low lows.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish every emotion you feel and feel it fully. Why deny what life is truly about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are loving life and sharing your wild times with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to open your friends up to a whole new world of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you feel extremely disoriented and even a bit dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much intensity a human (even you!) can take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/"&gt;What Carnival Ride Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8920949362248648013?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8920949362248648013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8920949362248648013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8920949362248648013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8920949362248648013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-roller-coaster-you-live-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-9188054118220964457</id><published>2007-09-11T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:28:11.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oops ! Just realized that I put Bradford as no.5 and 7 !!! *sighs* Oh never mind. It's funny that way though !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-9188054118220964457?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/9188054118220964457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=9188054118220964457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/9188054118220964457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/9188054118220964457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/oops-just-realized-that-i-put-bradford.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1026561147704634309</id><published>2007-09-11T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:20:29.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;OH MY GOODNESS !!! I've just realized that my blog's mostly made up of blogthings ! =(  *sighs* Haven't been blogging for quite a long while. We kick-started the new school term with a specially, meticulously planned-out skit during lunch ! XD! Well, the sad thing is that we're not supposed to blog about it openly, it's our class secret *wink wink* but Adeline apparently blogged the WHOLE thing in her private blog in some alien language. About 60% of our class got involved in this inspiring production which will help to set the stage for such skits in future. XD !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's this chain quiz with courtesy from Adeline, Si Ying, Tricia and Xinyuan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;1) To be H-A-P-P-Y !!! XD !!!&lt;br /&gt;2) To see my enoki mushroom (an 'affectionate' term for my younger brother) grow up !&lt;br /&gt;3) To be a globe-trotter ! *sighs dreamily*&lt;br /&gt;4) An ipod nano (ever since I rejected my father's offer of getting me one without any conditions attached which I truly regret, =(  )&lt;br /&gt;5) To be able to read some good books/poetry more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Who is the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;The persons ARE Adeline, Si Ying, Tricia and Xinyuan. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with her is?&lt;br /&gt;Classmateys!&lt;br /&gt;3) Your 5 impressions of her?&lt;br /&gt;Adeline: good conversationist, quite skinny, good at coming up with ideas (especially during FPS), smart (got PSLE score of 272!), expert in the Chinese language! pei4 fu2 pei4 fu2 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying: plucky, short but cute?, not-as-blur-as-me, good at coming up with ideas too (especially the one which started the 'I know you like me... (dramatic pause) BUT I DON'T LIKE YOU!!!' ) XD!!! Little-sister-like and Terry-Chua-hater. XD !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: good laughing buddy! XD !!! smart too, funny, can be childish at times (like hating someone), Spongebob-lover !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyuan: ALL BRAINS, maybe sarcastic ? (according to Adeline &amp; Si Ying), fun-loving too! More of an introvert (I think) and a budding artist (she has a natural talent in art) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Adeline: Telling me that she was touched after I ran after the MRT just to say/wave goodbye to her. XD ! See, it was worth it ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying: Telling me that I'm like an angel ! (P.S. Si Ying, you're a little angel too ! XD !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: Laughing with me even though no one's laughing or nobody understands what's so funny! XD !!! Thanks for those jolly good times !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyuan: Helping us with our homework when we're doing homework together (that's sweet) and smiling kindly while listening to me yakking (that's sweeter!) =D ! Oh one more thing, thanks for the hugs too ! =D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;Adeline: ~ HA HA HA HA HA !!! That was SOOOOOO FUNNIEEEE !!!~ (when she's suffering from selective laughing syndome) XD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying: ~"that angel thinggy"~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: ~ Aiyo, Elza ah, stop LAUGHING!!! HA HA HA !!!~ XD !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyuan: ~ Elza ah! ~ (tee hee ! That's when I do something unconventional or wrong, oops! Just like arranging the voltmeter and ammeter in parallel which suddenly caused the ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;That's impossible, I'm straight. The closest would be something like soul sisters! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be...?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I'll love them for what and who they truly are. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...?&lt;br /&gt;Ask to be friends, simple! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...?&lt;br /&gt;Having a wrong impression of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now?&lt;br /&gt;Adeline: Relieve her stress especially when her Jap CAs are approaching. *sighs* Poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying: Tame her younger brother (so that he wouldn't be so naughty and disrespectful to her). HEH HEH ! Younger bro of Si Ying, better watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: Get over her hatred for 'ahem' and 'cough, cough'. As the saying goes: To err is human, to forgive, divine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyuan: Get her to open up more! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Interesting things happen when all come together. =D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, currently using my psychic powers... ... ... well, it depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Self praise is no praise but international disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Many, many, I'm a sinner. Not being understanding, not being helpful, not being thankful, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;A more understanding, mature, kind, loving, hardworking, etc, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me, I love you too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Germaine&lt;br /&gt;2. Joanna&lt;br /&gt;3. Ping Liang&lt;br /&gt;4. Wei Jin&lt;br /&gt;5. Bradford&lt;br /&gt;6. Bryce&lt;br /&gt;7. Bradford&lt;br /&gt;8. Timothy&lt;br /&gt;9. Bernadine&lt;br /&gt;10. Yi Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;He's currently having a one-sided relationship with you-know-who, I pity him and pray that he will find happiness one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS ! NOOOOOOO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.8 and 5?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!! EVEN WORSE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;About the same stuff as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before he got absent today because of his sore eye. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly rock and pop. Those loud music with a lot of drumming, screaming and people singing off-key in their hoarse voices. Also likes some instrumental and inspirational music. (If I'm not wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. She's fortunate and unfortunate at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;No thanks, not my type, besides I'm currently unavailable. It'll be better asking me this in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no. 7?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS !!! NOOOOOOOOOO !!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!! WHY DOES THIS QUIZ KEEP ASKING SUCH STUFF ABOUT NUMBER 7 ???!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Think so. Ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;Yi Hui !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the hobby of no.4?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure actually. Maybe making farting noises that somehow sound like Germaine farting is one. And imitating the sound of the toilet flushing system is another ! XD !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very well !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;NUS High School of Mathematics and Science 20 Clementi Avenue 1 Singapore 129957&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk something casually about no.1.&lt;br /&gt;Can play guitar, violin, piano... skips school quite often... disliked by some people *sighs*... likes to go to church because of the activities their and friends...short hair...boyish...not as sick as Wei Jin (now that's a good thing !)... just gotten a Maltese puppy (AWW...)...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure. Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I don't think they've met/talked to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.7 like no.2?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!! WHY THIS SORT OF QUESTION AGAIN ???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get to know no.2?&lt;br /&gt;In school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Yup! A cute Maltese puppy! XD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ???!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~finally, quiz time's over!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1026561147704634309?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1026561147704634309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1026561147704634309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1026561147704634309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1026561147704634309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-goodness-ive-just-realized-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5928439030412395767</id><published>2007-08-28T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:54:16.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Very Mature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you may not always feel like it, you're a full fledged adult.&lt;br /&gt;And while everyone should be as mature as you, most people aren't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/"&gt;Are You Immature?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-5928439030412395767?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/5928439030412395767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=5928439030412395767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5928439030412395767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5928439030412395767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-very-mature-even-though-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1273570769012364601</id><published>2007-08-28T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:52:23.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 15% Vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a vain bone in your body - almost as a matter of principal.&lt;br /&gt;You demand to be judged on who you are, not what you look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/"&gt;How Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1273570769012364601?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1273570769012364601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1273570769012364601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1273570769012364601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1273570769012364601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-15-vain-you-dont-have-vain-bone.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3729461736971974163</id><published>2007-08-27T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:41:00.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chocolate Cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/chocolate-cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, comforting, and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality.&lt;br /&gt;People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3729461736971974163?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3729461736971974163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3729461736971974163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3729461736971974163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3729461736971974163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-chocolate-cake-fun-comforting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2297990632791939998</id><published>2007-08-27T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:33:06.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24% Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely not emo, but you do understand emo people a little. You are introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2297990632791939998?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2297990632791939998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2297990632791939998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2297990632791939998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2297990632791939998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-24-emo-youre-definitely-not-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8627820085606963405</id><published>2007-08-27T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:31:27.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/gold.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You passion for life makes others passionate about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Having Fun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8627820085606963405?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8627820085606963405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8627820085606963405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8627820085606963405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8627820085606963405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-power-color-is-gold-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-42142125442627049</id><published>2007-08-27T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:18:42.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DBD7D2;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 180&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ECEAE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-42142125442627049?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/42142125442627049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=42142125442627049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/42142125442627049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/42142125442627049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-eq-is-180-50-or-less-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-4832683903168671268</id><published>2007-08-17T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:35:13.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Crimson Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/crimson.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth and warm-hearted, you instantly make everyone feel at ease around you.&lt;br /&gt;And while you have an understated passion - you lack the uncontrolled passion of most other reds.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to sit back and enjoy every situation life has to offer. You put an optimistic spin on everything.&lt;br /&gt;And even when things are going well, you don't get too amped up. You prefer to keep your emotions as steady as possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Red Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-4832683903168671268?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/4832683903168671268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=4832683903168671268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4832683903168671268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4832683903168671268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-crimson-red-down-to-earth-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5868119664962499673</id><published>2007-08-17T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:23:47.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fall!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonwomanareyouquiz/autumn.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonwomanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Woman Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-5868119664962499673?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/5868119664962499673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=5868119664962499673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5868119664962499673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5868119664962499673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-fall-thoughtful-expressive.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-6287144862005167516</id><published>2007-08-17T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:21:04.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Eye Color Is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcoloreyedwomanareyoureallyquiz/blue-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the personality of a blue eyed women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're intense and expressive - and always on the go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've also got a sweet, playful side - which draws men in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcoloreyedwomanareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;What Color Eyed Woman Are You Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-6287144862005167516?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/6287144862005167516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=6287144862005167516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6287144862005167516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6287144862005167516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-inner-eye-color-is-blue-youve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7943794543162795856</id><published>2007-08-17T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:03:54.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7943794543162795856?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7943794543162795856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7943794543162795856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7943794543162795856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7943794543162795856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-eyes-should-be-brown-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8265257636189207520</id><published>2007-08-17T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:01:53.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Elmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/elmo.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and innocent, you expect everyone to adore you. And they usually do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Talkative. You've got tons of stories to tell. And when you aren't talking, you're laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being popular, though no one knows why. Middle aged women especially like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With an open heart. "Elmo loves you!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8265257636189207520?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8265257636189207520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8265257636189207520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8265257636189207520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8265257636189207520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-elmo-sweet-and-innocent-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7824478854857116546</id><published>2007-08-17T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:31:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% Non Conformist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanonconformistquiz/nc-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a pretty serious non conformist. You live a life hardly anyone understands.&lt;br /&gt;And while some may call you a freak, you're happy with who you are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanonconformistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Nonconformist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7824478854857116546?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7824478854857116546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7824478854857116546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7824478854857116546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7824478854857116546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-80-non-conformist-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3530814715735044185</id><published>2007-08-17T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:23:06.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 96% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EFEFEF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so innocent, it's almost like you're not human.&lt;br /&gt;Taking this test is probably the naughtiest thing you've done in a while!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3530814715735044185?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3530814715735044185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3530814715735044185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3530814715735044185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3530814715735044185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-96-pure-youre-so-innocent-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2651472108414747459</id><published>2007-08-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:18:47.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michiru&lt;br /&gt;Nomiya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2651472108414747459?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2651472108414747459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2651472108414747459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2651472108414747459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2651472108414747459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-japanese-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-6101686950769230071</id><published>2007-08-12T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:34:32.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last Wednesday was GREAT FUN !!! We went for street sales and later on to school for Sports Meet !!! Other than going "Woahhhhhhhh... SOOOOOOO EXCITINGGGGG !!!" on the 8-seater cab (and getting people irritated although Tricia was laughing with me, heh heh ^^) and cheering "NOBEL !!!", I shan't go into the details. (Oh ya, Adeline and I were timekeepers for the 2nd person in each race and it was SOOO FUN and FUNNY ! Once, we even clocked EXACTLY the same time, down to the last millisecond ! WOW ! XD !!!) Currently multi-tasking, doing homework and watching Saiunkoku Monogatari on cruchyroll. I like the opening and ending songs ! =D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-6101686950769230071?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/6101686950769230071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=6101686950769230071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6101686950769230071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6101686950769230071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-wednesday-was-great-fun-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2202404975957144059</id><published>2007-08-04T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:29:53.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are "Wow"!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatjapanesesmileyareyouquiz/wow.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatjapanesesmileyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Japanese Smiley Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2202404975957144059?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2202404975957144059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2202404975957144059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2202404975957144059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2202404975957144059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-wow-what-japanese-smiley-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7851921008682311393</id><published>2007-08-04T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:29:35.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your April Fool's Day Prank Should Be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/prank-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting off stink bombs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What April Fool's Prank Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7851921008682311393?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7851921008682311393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7851921008682311393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7851921008682311393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7851921008682311393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-april-fools-day-prank-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2472932433209362000</id><published>2007-08-03T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:50:29.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/gummy-bears.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2472932433209362000?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2472932433209362000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2472932433209362000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2472932433209362000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2472932433209362000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/gummy-bears-you-may-be-smooshie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-9153924076762742081</id><published>2007-08-03T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:30:43.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Element is Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerelementquiz/water.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power colors: blue and aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: winter  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the ocean, you evoke deep feelings and passion.&lt;br /&gt;You have an emotional, sensitive, and spiritual soul.&lt;br /&gt;A bit mysterious, you tend to be quiet when you are working out a problem.&lt;br /&gt;You need your alone time, so that you can think and dream.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-9153924076762742081?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/9153924076762742081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=9153924076762742081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/9153924076762742081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/9153924076762742081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-power-element-is-water-your-power.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2630934874331818781</id><published>2007-08-03T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:24:06.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 100% Psychic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoupsychicquiz/psychic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so very psychic.&lt;br /&gt;But you already predicted that, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;You have "the gift" - and you use it daily to connect with others.&lt;br /&gt;You're very tapped into the world around you...&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure to use your powers for good!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoupsychicquiz/"&gt;Are You Psychic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2630934874331818781?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2630934874331818781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2630934874331818781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2630934874331818781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2630934874331818781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-100-psychic-you-are-so-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-6002430827590935715</id><published>2007-08-03T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:22:35.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ENFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is enthusiastic, giving, cautious, and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 8% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-6002430827590935715?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/6002430827590935715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=6002430827590935715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6002430827590935715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6002430827590935715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-personality-is-somewhat-rare-enfp.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1421050612511803347</id><published>2007-08-03T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:18:35.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a New Age Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/new-age-girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're bright, opinionated, and dedicated to changing the world.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's one hybrid car at a time, you do you part to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you may be so busy with your causes that you have little time for love.&lt;br /&gt;Take an extra yoga class or two, and you just might meet New Age Guy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1421050612511803347?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1421050612511803347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1421050612511803347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1421050612511803347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1421050612511803347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-new-age-girl-youre-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3507829879013109719</id><published>2007-08-03T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:11:41.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Dark Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/dark-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with intensity, always going full force.&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3507829879013109719?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3507829879013109719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3507829879013109719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3507829879013109719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3507829879013109719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-dark-chocolate-you-live-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8217737771683823958</id><published>2007-08-03T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:59:59.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a White Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/white-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent youthfulness and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8217737771683823958?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8217737771683823958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8217737771683823958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8217737771683823958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8217737771683823958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-white-rose-you-represent.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5692400214537259885</id><published>2007-08-03T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:57:31.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Elektra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/elektra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no superhero with more style than you.&lt;br /&gt;Because who could beat being sexy assasin ninja?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superhero Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-5692400214537259885?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/5692400214537259885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=5692400214537259885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5692400214537259885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5692400214537259885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-elektra-theres-really-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1855356616802988599</id><published>2007-08-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:54:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#96D6C5;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Lily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C5EFE4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/lily.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist.People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you.You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words.Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What Flower Are You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1855356616802988599?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1855356616802988599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1855356616802988599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1855356616802988599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1855356616802988599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-lily-you-are-nurturer-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-496608510815385416</id><published>2007-07-19T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:56:23.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blogging again in Journalism Club! Mr Valles doesn't seem to be here today. I wonder what we'll do for Journalism, I'm SOOOOOOO tired!!! XP !!! ZZZ... ... ... Straight after Higher Chinese is Journalism, *sighs* ... Feel like sleeping right now... Just before Higher Chinese, we played table tennis!!! 204's very own style of table tennis!!! XD!!! Germ, me, Kevin, Timothy and Bryce were in Group B (or Umbrella) while Adeline, TPL, Wei Jin, Si Ying (and maybe Tricia) were in Group A (or Baby Si Ying), Xinyuan was the one recording our score. It was soooo funny!!! XD!!! We used all sorts of items we got and just hit the ping pong ball to prevent it from dropping on the floor behind us. It was so funny, everyone screaming, cheering, etc, XD!!! Hope we can play like that everyday! XD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-496608510815385416?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/496608510815385416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=496608510815385416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/496608510815385416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/496608510815385416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging-again-in-journalism-club-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-6894077177369904121</id><published>2007-07-18T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:49:27.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we had a FUN time after FPS! In 204's classroom, Bryce and TPL were the first people to ever play this game in the whole history of NUS High -- table tennis. This table tennis they were playing involved a ping pong ball (which Bradford had allegedly gotten from the Physics Lab) and files/plastic cover. It was extremely hilarious to see them play and we soon joined in the fun! We joined 4 tables together and split up into 4 persons per team. You won't guess who were playing this game with us. It's nice to know that Shoun and Kevin were playing with us! XD! And on top of that, all of us had a GREAT time! Tomorrow, we'll show the class a demo and maybe all of them can join in the fun! XD!!! =D! So, Germ, Kevin, Wei Jin and I were in Team A while Si Ying, Bryce, TPL and Shoun were in Team B, Adeline was the score taker. At first we only used one 'weapon', files or books or waterbottles, later we used two! The really interesting weapons are my inverted umbrella, the frog, the dust pan, the broken-off brush from the class broom, the black palette used to paint our classroom and a cardboard box used to store A4 sized papers. It was sooooo funny!!! XD!!! A lot of funny things kept happening! My inverted umbrella served as a good catcher for the ping pong ball, so did the mouth of Wei Jin's frog 'weapon'. TPL's dust pan was quite good at catching the ball too, just that he wasn't too good at throwing the ball back to the table with it and threw anywhere but on the table instead. Bryce's file was very funny and a very interesting 'weapon' to catch the ball! It managed to somehow clamp the ball! Hope the whole class can get together and play this game! XD!!! To tell the truth, I was pleasantly delighted when I saw how we were playing together, I could hear Kevin's laughter and now one ridiculed him, not even Rion who was quietly sitting in a corner concentrating on his laptop. As for Shoun, he was smiling and even laughing! What a change! Well, this shows that all 204s are fun-loving! XD!!! =D!!! This afternoon was truly amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-6894077177369904121?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/6894077177369904121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=6894077177369904121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6894077177369904121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/6894077177369904121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-we-had-fun-time-after-fps-in-204s.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2883150390323073820</id><published>2007-07-16T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:41:03.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This week, because of the 2.4 km run cum cross country, Thursday's timetable will be swapped with Friday's one as the run will be held on Friday. Same venue as last year's--East Coast Park! Yay! Hope that I get to go to the beach! XD! We'll be having a Mcdonalds lunch using the vouchers we won earlier this year. Today, during English lesson, I asked how "uh huh" should be pronounced. I asked if it should be pronounced like "errrrr herrrr" or "ahhhhh haaahhhh", instead Wei Jin said it should be pronounced as "uuuuuu hhuuuu " ?!! HA HA HA!!! XD!!! We all had a good laugh on that! Turned out to be that as a result of swapping Thursday's timetable with Friday's, we would be skipping Chemistry lessons, Bio's lesson cum pop quiz and Math's lesson cum quiz. *sighs contentedly*. However, in their place we have the 2.4km run cum cross country!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH !!! Well, hope that we can make it through just like the last time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2883150390323073820?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2883150390323073820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2883150390323073820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2883150390323073820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2883150390323073820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-week-because-of-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1169474211765651768</id><published>2007-07-13T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:28:29.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haven't been blogging for such a long time already!!! Currently blogging in com lab during Journalism. Evin and his parents paid us a visit last Saturday, he looked much skinnier. He was more quiet, he was well... not that liively as before. *sighs* How I miss the old him! But the new him is still sooooooo CUTE !!! XD!!! Well nevermind, it's beyond his ability to change his character/personality, especially when he's just a baby. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just feel like putting down these 2 songs here :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Want to Live the Way HE Wants Me to Live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to live the way He wants me to live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to give, until there's just no more to give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to love, love till there's just no more love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;for I could never, ever out love the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try a Little Kindness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;If you see a brother standing by the road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;with a heavy load, from the seeds he sowed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;if you see your sister falling by the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;just stop and say...you're going the wrong way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;You got to try a little kindness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;just try a little kindness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;just shine your light for everyone to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;you got to try a little kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;then you'll overlook the blindness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;of the narrow-minded people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;on the narrow-minded streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't walk around the down and out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;lend a helping hand, instead of doubt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;and the kindness that you show everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;will help someone along their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;You got to try a little kindness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;just try a little kindness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;just shine your light for everyone to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;you got to try a little kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;then you'll overlook the blindness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;of the narrow-minded people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;on the narrow-minded streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1169474211765651768?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1169474211765651768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1169474211765651768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1169474211765651768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1169474211765651768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/07/havent-been-blogging-for-such-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5028531666099692213</id><published>2007-04-30T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:41:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*sighs* My little boy is going away. Today is his last day with us. In case people are getting the wrong idea about whom I'm talking about, it's Evin (NOT Kevin), a baby which my mother had babysat since April last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's cute &amp; adorable! *sighs* Such a pity that he's going away... ='( It wouldn't be so funny &amp;amp; lively without him around. =( *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tribute to Evin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being unable to play with you during times when I was busy,...&lt;br /&gt;ignoring you while you tugged at my skirt to play with you,...&lt;br /&gt;not being there in time to prevent/help you up when you fell,...&lt;br /&gt;not spending more time with you before you leave,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being ever so cute &amp; adorable,...&lt;br /&gt;making my whole family laugh,...&lt;br /&gt;brightening up my day,...&lt;br /&gt;lightening up the feeling at home,...&lt;br /&gt;the many wet kisses &amp;amp; warm hugs,...&lt;br /&gt;letting me rediscover the joy, the true meaning of life,...&lt;br /&gt;clowning just to make me laugh,...&lt;br /&gt;making me look forward to going home,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those times when,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you patiently sat at the bathroom door kerb just to play with me no matter how long I took while bathing,...&lt;br /&gt;we danced with you in your own funny little way to the Hi 5! music on Kids Central,...&lt;br /&gt;you found items which I misplaced,...&lt;br /&gt;you accidentally got trapped in my skirt,...&lt;br /&gt;we had great fun on my bed while waiting for your parents to come,...&lt;br /&gt;we would laugh, bent double with others just staring at us, not knowing our little secret,...&lt;br /&gt;you were sick &amp; farted SOOOO LOUD &amp;amp; STINKY but we still laughed anyway XD!, ...&lt;br /&gt;how your face changed when you heard that you would be going to another babysitter's house, where there would be no more Jie Jie, Auntie, Uncle &amp; Gor Gor,...&lt;br /&gt;how you smiled showing all your Dracula teeth,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; many, many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for popping into my life one April day and leaving the memories of your ringing laughter &amp; wet kisses with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I'll miss him so, SOOOOO much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was my turn to speak about the topic we were given about xing4. It was a Chinese dialouge where one would take sides whether people should da4 sheng1 jiang3 xing4 or to xiao3 sheng1 shuo1 xing4. I was supposed to sing " Lao Shi zao, tong xue men hao! Wo men yi4 qi3 tan2 xing4 liao3!" But somehow before I could even get to the tan2, I just laughed &amp;amp; laughed. And the whole class laughed with me. Even Zhuo Lao Shi! XD!!! XD!!! XD!!! This tune was actually from an old TV show (Aiyoyo Lao Shi) for little kids, hosted by actress Chen Liping. Well, at least I managed to sing most of it, hadn't I? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll really really miss Evin... *sighs*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-5028531666099692213?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5028531666099692213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5028531666099692213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/04/sighs-my-little-boy-is-going-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-7071113642746912121</id><published>2007-04-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:16:29.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Optimism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Talk happiness. The world is sad enough&lt;br /&gt; Without your woes. No path is wholly rough;&lt;br /&gt; Look for the places that are smooth and clear,&lt;br /&gt; And speak of those, to rest the weary ear&lt;br /&gt; Of Earth, so hurt by one continuous strain&lt;br /&gt; Of human discontent and grief and pain.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Talk faith. The world is better off without&lt;br /&gt; Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.&lt;br /&gt; If you have faith in God, or man, or self,&lt;br /&gt; Say so.  If not, push back upon the shelf&lt;br /&gt; Of silence all your thoughts, till faith shall come;&lt;br /&gt; No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale&lt;br /&gt; Of mortal maladies is worn and stale.&lt;br /&gt; You cannot charm, or interest, or please&lt;br /&gt; By harping on that minor chord, disease.&lt;br /&gt; Say you are well, or all is well with you,&lt;br /&gt; And God shall hear your words and make them true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-7071113642746912121?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/7071113642746912121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=7071113642746912121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7071113642746912121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/7071113642746912121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/04/optimism-talk-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1113250947167519694</id><published>2007-04-05T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:49:22.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evening's Answers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As the scarlet sunset slowly fades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And dusk introduces the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The crescent moon on center stage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gives forth a semblance of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Perching on the mossy dock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Staring out at the mirrored lake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I reflect on this new battle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Unsure of which road to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;In this dark serenity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I humbly look up to You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Asking for Your guidance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;To show me what I must do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gulls appearing as angels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Are soaring through the skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A congregation of wispy clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have taken control of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Billowing sleeves of purest white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seem coming through the haze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Majestic, gentle, outstretched arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;At once command my gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Asking for some answers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You've come with Your embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Through the just born evening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You've filled me with Your grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The water without a ripple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reflects this scene from above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A most magnificent masterpiece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Painted wholly with Your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&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/34982316-1113250947167519694?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-3891997593546645673</id><published>2007-03-21T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:22:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Blogging during Journalism Club again... *sighs* Hope that we'll interview the man that came up with the idea of NUS High ! =D ! Lip Tong left school for Anderson Junior College, so Fiona is now the President/Chief Editor ! Bad news: Evin (the ever-so-adorable baby) will be going away in April !!! ='( !!! Good news: Physics test's been postponed so have more time to study ! =) *sighs* I'm really going to miss Evin. *sighs* ='( Just looking forward to Friday to go home early, play with my cute little boy (Evin) and go to the Friday night meeting and celebrate a church uncle's birthday ! It's been a long time since my family attended the weekly Friday meetings. They are meetings where church members come together with their families and sing songs, worship and fellowship together. There, we also discuss topics about Christian life. *sighs dreamily* I would like to hear the church uncles and aunties tell of their life and struggles as a Christian living in times like this and gain an insight of what another Christian is going through, to help me grow and mature as a Christian. I think I should bring my Bible everyday to school. I can read it on the train and during free time and stressing times in school. It's nice ! *sighs happily* Don't care what other (worldly) people think or feel, just want to bring it to school. I'm not religious, just that I find the Bible is well, nice to be with. XD !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We have to come up with articles for the Yearbook ! ARGH !!! *sighs* Working on them now. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-3891997593546645673?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/3891997593546645673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=3891997593546645673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3891997593546645673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/3891997593546645673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogging-during-journalism-club-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5427952144504693986</id><published>2007-03-13T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:27:30.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/RfZXIh_ZsdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O_G-MxzQi2g/s1600-h/Daffodils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/RfZXIh_ZsdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O_G-MxzQi2g/s320/Daffodils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041312636962714066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Daffodils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wandered lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;br /&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;And twinkle on the milky way,&lt;br /&gt;They stretched in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;Along the margin of a bay:&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The waves beside them danced; but they&lt;br /&gt;Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:&lt;br /&gt;A poet could not but be gay,&lt;br /&gt;In such a jocund company:&lt;br /&gt;I gazed - and gazed - but little thought&lt;br /&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;br /&gt;In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;br /&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;br /&gt;And dances with the daffodils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;~~William Wordsworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-5427952144504693986?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/5427952144504693986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=5427952144504693986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5427952144504693986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5427952144504693986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/03/daffodils-i-wandered-lonely-as-cloud.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NTkQyjPF-o/RfZXIh_ZsdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O_G-MxzQi2g/s72-c/Daffodils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-8990552863956762963</id><published>2007-03-07T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T10:43:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we went to Mcdonald's to celebrate Debra's birthday. =) Some of us walked to Mcdonald's while others took a bus. 204 girls and some others from 205 (including Debra) took a bus. We planned to wave to the Year Ones who would be going on an excursion to Science Centre. Then, there was this yellow bus which drove in the direction of the bus stop. I looked exactly identical to one of the bus which we've seen in NUS High ! So, I waved to it, with a BIG smile on my face. ARGH !!! Turned out to be that the bus did not contain Year Ones but NS men !!! (Correction: NCC boys from Nan Hua !!! OH MY GOODNESS !!!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS !!! ARGH !!! ARGH !!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EMBARRASSING !!! Those men must be wondering why there's this girl in NUS High School uniform waving and SMILING to them ! ARGH !!! I'm sooooooooooo embarrassed !!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh !!!!! They must be thinking that I'm crazy or something. *sighs* *sighs* *sighs* =( But anyway, I got a good laugh at myself. Still feel kinda stupid/blur though. Later on when we got unto a bus, the school bus passed by and we waved to the Year Ones ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ordering food, we decided to trick Debra. Germ told her that mixing tomato ketchup with chili sauce would cause heat and while Debra was putting her hand above the sauce mixture, Germ smacked it down ! XD!!! Debra was so suprised and maybe angry ! XD !!! Later on, I made a birthday cake for Debra. XD!!! XD !!! XD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients for Debra's 14th year birthday cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 1 perfectly round nugget&lt;br /&gt;2) a frenchfry (not too short)&lt;br /&gt;3) some tomato ketchup and/or chili sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some feeble/miserable attempts, the frenchfry finally stuck to the nugget. The nugget was supposed to be the cake, the frenchfry the candle and the sauce the flame. Oh it was HILARIOUS !!! XD !!! Then we all sang the Birthday song while Debra took a picture of her cake with her handphone camera. XD !!! XD !!! XD !!! We chatted too and started talking about our selection camp groups. It so happened that we, the 4 girls, Adeline, me, Si Ying and Xinyuan were sitting together and Si Ying just happened to ask the camp groups we came from. It went like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying (to Xinyuan): What is your camp group ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyuan: Purple 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying (to Adeline): What is your camp group ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline: Blue 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All eyes were on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying: What is your camp group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elza (ME): GREEN 3 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying: Mine is Red 4 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us: HA HA HA HA HA !!! XD !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence !!! XD!!! =D !!! XD !!! =) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-8990552863956762963?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/8990552863956762963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=8990552863956762963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8990552863956762963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/8990552863956762963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-we-went-to-mcdonalds-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2480374082975767703</id><published>2007-03-06T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:06:04.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YAY !!! Physics test was postphoned !!! XD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across a poem (look below) which I've read before a long time ago. It's inspiring ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Psalm Of Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;What the heart of the young man&lt;br /&gt;                  said to the psalmist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ell me not, in mournful numbers,&lt;br /&gt;      Life is but an empty dream ! —&lt;br /&gt;  For the soul is dead that slumbers,&lt;br /&gt;      And things are not what they seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Life is real !    Life is earnest!&lt;br /&gt;      And the grave is not its goal ;&lt;br /&gt;  Dust thou art, to dust returnest,&lt;br /&gt;      Was not spoken of the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;      Is our destined end or way ;&lt;br /&gt;  But to act, that each to-morrow&lt;br /&gt;      Find us farther than to-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Art is long, and Time is fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;      And our hearts, though stout and brave,&lt;br /&gt;  Still, like muffled drums, are beating&lt;br /&gt;      Funeral marches to the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    In the world's broad field of battle,&lt;br /&gt;      In the bivouac of Life,&lt;br /&gt;  Be not like dumb, driven cattle !&lt;br /&gt;      Be a hero in the strife !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !&lt;br /&gt;      Let the dead Past bury its dead !&lt;br /&gt;  Act,— act in the living Present !&lt;br /&gt;      Heart within, and God o'erhead !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Lives of great men all remind us&lt;br /&gt;      We can make our lives sublime,&lt;br /&gt;  And, departing, leave behind us&lt;br /&gt;      Footprints on the sands of time ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Footprints, that perhaps another,&lt;br /&gt;      Sailing o'er life's solemn main,&lt;br /&gt;  A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,&lt;br /&gt;      Seeing, shall take heart again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Let us, then, be up and doing,&lt;br /&gt;      With a heart for any fate ;&lt;br /&gt;  Still achieving, still pursuing,&lt;br /&gt;      Learn to labor and to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;                               -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2480374082975767703?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2480374082975767703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2480374082975767703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2480374082975767703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2480374082975767703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-physics-test-was-postphoned-xd-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-5463239502242852008</id><published>2007-03-02T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:45:55.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In com lab bloggin again. It's the same every CCA day. *sighs* =(  Getting bored... Feel like sleeping... ... ... ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ... ... ... Was falling in and out of sleep in Mentor classroom during free period. Don't know why but was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tired. *sighs* Was having the froggy for company (&amp; comfort) while falling in and out of sleep while waiting for the next lesson to start. Bad idea. While I was just about to fall into sleep, I felt something on my arm. It was a BUG !!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MY GOODNESS !!! IT'S A BUG !!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;From then on, I couldn't really sleep, only close my eyes and try to fall asleep, my sleep being disrupted from that bug. ARGH !!! *sighs* It had apparently crawled out from Sir Leaping without my knowledge. ARGH !!! Then there was someone walking pass, it sounded like Johnathan (203) and there was this ghostly voice saying " ELZA ... ... ..." Oooh ! It was scary! I thought there was this ghost speaking to me in my sleep. Later on, when I almost managed to fall asleep again, Adeline, Si Ying &amp;amp; Timothy came in. The girls disturbed me and even wanted to take a photo of me! *sighs* wu2 liao2 *sighs* Then later Wei Jin had to BOO me (thought was that same irritating "ghost" again) and I really couldn't sleep anymore, lesson had started. *sighs* =(  Now I'm currently waiting for Mr Valles to send us the email to type the article. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Evin's going away soon! And this time, it's for sure. *sighs* Will really miss him. ='(  Well, it's not as if we're never going to see him again but our chances of seeing him would be much MUCH slimmer. *sighs* ='(  Babies are not called bundles of joy for no reason. =(   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently came across this song :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say Goodnight Not Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Say goodnight not good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You will never leave my heart behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like the path of a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll be anywhere you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;In the spark that lies beneath the coals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;In the secret place inside your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Keep my light in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Say goodnight not good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't you fear when you dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Waking up is never what it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like a jewel buried deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like a promise meant to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are everything you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So just let your heart reach out to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll be right by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Say goodnight not good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are everything you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So just let your heart reach out to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Keep my light in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Say goodnight not good-bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;This song is more like a love song where a couple is parting but it is quite suitable (note the word "quite") in this case. *sighs* Maybe I'm too emotional. MAYBE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-5463239502242852008?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/5463239502242852008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=5463239502242852008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5463239502242852008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/5463239502242852008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-com-lab-bloggin-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-4851905300497946429</id><published>2007-03-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:06:16.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Germ didn't go to school yesterday because she woke up late (at 10 !!!) 6 of the girls (excluding me) were bu4 fu2 qi4 because the day after we would have Chinese ce4 yan4. And then Germ could stay and home and study! So, we made a prank call to her. XD!!! We told her that there would be a Bio pop quiz on Thursday and that Mr Valles brought forward the English Writing Portfolio deadline. XD!!! Germaine got SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO agitated. XD!!! XD !!! XD !!! BUT the irony was that... what I/we fabricated came true !!!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS !!! Unbelievable !!! WOW !!! Today, I got FULL MARKS for Chem !!! =D! XD! YAY !!! Also, yesterday, my FPS group represented our class and got 2nd !!! Whoopee !!! XD !!! It seems that God had been with us/at my side all along! Just because I forgot one line (during FPS level presentation) the whole group had to skip one part of the skit, avoided the scolding of 204 and loss of face for Mr Tang and won the 2nd prize !!! AMAZING !!! REALLY UNBELIEVABLE !!! Still remembered leaving Krabi before the tsunami struck and thank goodness we did ! (The area where we visited was struck by tsunami.) Also, on the very day which we came back from Taiwan, not only did our home miss the major power failure, wet weather and flooding, we also missed a major earthquake in Taiwan. (The earthquake occurred in the place where we had visited.) We managed to see plum blossoms on the way to Alishan during our December trip to Taiwan when the blossoms only bloom in March. Also, our tour bus missed being booked and the weather at Alishan was 10 degree instead of the previous day's -2 and 0 degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise if the above information may be too much or unbelievable for the reader BUT I can't help gushing all these. I can't help but feel very very fortunate. =) ! XD!!! XD !!! XD!!! =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;热爱生活 ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为爱生活 ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油 ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD!!!&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/34982316-4851905300497946429?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/4851905300497946429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=4851905300497946429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4851905300497946429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/4851905300497946429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/03/germ-didnt-go-to-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-1626751488678441427</id><published>2007-02-23T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:03:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In com lab again, blogging. Journalism Club haven't started yet. *sighs* must spend about 2 more hours in school + 1more hour on the train till reaching home. =( And there's this terrible headache of mine. Don't know why but I seem to be getting more headaches nowadays. Even feel like just blacking out now in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 4 good things happened. Good thing number 1: I found my EZ link card !!! YAY !!! =) =D XD !!! Was at the bus stop going to MRT station when I found out the I had lost my EZ link card. Was mourning its loss all the way home... =( Went home and got barked by my mother. ='( *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, on Thursday first thing in the morning, I got it back (from General Office) !!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing number 2: M07204 and especially my FPS group did not suffer from the same fate as the FPS group from M07203. Actually, my FPS group planned to have me act as a student titrating with the funnel on the top. But FORTUNATELY, I forgot to act that out during the FSP inter-level skit, so the whole group had to skip that part. They were not very happy with me at first but later on when we saw how 203 was being scolded by Ms Lily Kan and their mentor, we couldn't help but feel that me forgetting to play the role of the student titrating with the funnel on the top was a blessing in disguise. Before Ms Lily Kan blew her top at 203, we actually wanted and even rehearsed that titrating part. Well, maybe its a miracle that I forgot. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing number 3: Found my blue pen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing number 4: Physics test postponed ! =D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and one more thing ! This Saturday, the whole family will be going with Evin and his parent to the Night Safari !!! Looking forward to that ! =D!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-1626751488678441427?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/1626751488678441427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=1626751488678441427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1626751488678441427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/1626751488678441427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-com-lab-again-blogging_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2275132997371445458</id><published>2007-02-14T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:25:21.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesdays are always fun ! =D I love mentoring sessions and FPS on Wednesdays ! For today's mentoring session, our class had to compete with otherYear 2 classes in a Chinese New Year song competition. We chose the song  "chun1 feng1 wen3 shang4 wo3 de lian3". Had to dress up in the Project Runway dress again, in front of the whole level. =( Couldn't walk properly, walked like a penguin and couldn't even sit down ! But it turned out not to be that bad after all ... =) Was the female lead singer and had to stand at the front of the stage beside Timothy. Could hear the audience laughing away because of the role play. XD !!! Couldn't help but laugh too! XD !!! XD !!! XD !!! Well, we didn't win in the end, the music was too loud, voices too soft. Heard that it was something like a funeral song ! *sighs* Last year we had a funeral lantern, this year, we have a funeral song ! *sighs* Don't know whether to laugh or to cry ! XD!!! Today's Valentine Day ! =) Can get a free Valentine kiss from Evin(the cute little baby my mother babysits, don't get wrong idea) ! XD !!! Having FPS later ! The noise problem skit !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2275132997371445458?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2275132997371445458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2275132997371445458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2275132997371445458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2275132997371445458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/02/wednesdays-are-always-fun-d-i-love_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2452777478061853744</id><published>2007-02-14T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:25:17.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesdays are always fun ! =D I love mentoring sessions and FPS on Wednesdays ! For today's mentoring session, our class had to compete with otherYear 2 classes in a Chinese New Year song competition. We chose the song  "chun1 feng1 wen3 shang4 wo3 de lian3". Had to dress up in the Project Runway dress again, in front of the whole level. =( Couldn't walk properly, walked like a penguin and couldn't even sit down ! But it turned out not to be that bad after all ... =) Was the female lead singer and had to stand at the front of the stage beside Timothy. Could hear the audience laughing away because of the role play. XD !!! Couldn't help but laugh too! XD !!! XD !!! XD !!! Well, we didn't win in the end, the music was too loud, voices too soft. Heard that it was something like a funeral song ! *sighs* Last year we had a funeral lantern, this year, we have a funeral song ! *sighs* Don't know whether to laugh or to cry ! XD!!! Today's Valentine Day ! =) Can get a free Valentine kiss from Evin(the cute little baby my mother babysits, don't get wrong idea) ! XD !!! Having FPS later ! The noise problem skit !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2452777478061853744?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2452777478061853744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2452777478061853744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2452777478061853744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2452777478061853744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/02/wednesdays-are-always-fun-d-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34982316.post-2022075876231734638</id><published>2007-02-09T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:07:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Kevin Koh is answering the questions which we are asking him now. Feeling rather sleepy though. Hope there'll be time to type the interview and blog this finished. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The assistant principal just finished his interview at 3:56. (Almost 4!) And CCA ends at 4:30 !!! Guess what the first words which the Journalism Editor, Lip Tong, said when he addressed us after Mr Koh left, " I had no idea he would speak for so long..." XD ! Now gotta work on article ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ZZZ... wanna go home. =( But blog about yesterday's Bio lesson first ! Yesterday Dr Seah let us watch 2 videos on abortion and pregnancy. The abortion video was sad and rather disgusting. We got to see exactly how a baby was being aborted. It's sad that women nowadays don't know what they're doing. They don't know that they're killing a young life. Some just continue sinning then aborting, sinning then aborting, on and on... It's sad ='( Millions of babies all over the world losing their chance of entering into this world because of abortion. Looking at my brother, Evin (the CUTE baby my mother is babysitting) and at myself, I can't help but feel blessed to be able to live in this world. Some people talk/think about committing suicide without knowing that it was already so difficult for them to come into this world. =( The next video was on pregnancy, and we got to see some little children ! Aww... so cute ! It told us how a woman's body changes over the 40 weeks of pregnancy. It was a bit scary looking at the giving birth part, it seems so painful ! OUCH ! But the look on the mother's face and the tears in her eyes seem to say that it was worth it all. Everything that she had gone through before and during pregnancy was worth it for this tiny but blossoming life. All the nausea, discomfort, etc. I wonder how my mother could ever have survived giving birth to me ! Ouch ! Both my brother and I were born naturally. Double Ouch ! Unlike other classmates where their mothers had to go through C section. No ouch here. In C section anaesthesia's applied and the mother will feel a little or no pain. Just looking forward to seeing Evin now. =D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had compliment, praise and/or help our family members for AE. However, I decided to praise and make Evin happy instead. Good choice 'cause he's more responsive then my other family members. I comforted him when he stumbled and he HUGGED me ! =D ! It's so sweet of him. *sighs happily* He also kisses me when he's happy. XD ! The second thing I did was to hand him a baby book with lots of colourful pictures of baby animals and he smiled at me. He tries to make people happy. XD ! Whenever playing his favourite song(s) on the piano, he will dance, smile, laugh and clap his hands, pleasing himself and me ! XD !!! XD !!! Everytime I come home from school he would always run at his top speed to welcome me then pull my hand to take me to wherever he wanted to go. XD ! He tries to please people too, e.g. my NAUGHTY younger brother asked him to give rubbish to my mother to ask my mum to throw it away, and Evin did it. We were all laughing when Evin handed the rubbish to my mum. Even my mum was amused ! XD !!! Now I know why babies are called bundles of joy. *sighs happily* =D ! =) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34982316-2022075876231734638?l=me-elza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/feeds/2022075876231734638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34982316&amp;postID=2022075876231734638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2022075876231734638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34982316/posts/default/2022075876231734638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-elza.blogspot.com/2007/02/mr-kevin-koh-is-answering-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Dieu~est~ma~joie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
